<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 05:57:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>One Fine Day</title><description>in the life of Miss Kim</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>535</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-6564578135948531662</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T08:33:41.730-08:00</atom:updated><title>El Dorado Kitchen</title><description>Susan and I played hooky from the conference we're both attending this week and headed north to wine country yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Syut79lcCoI/AAAAAAAACec/xcJikd94yU4/s1600-h/l-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Syut79lcCoI/AAAAAAAACec/xcJikd94yU4/s320/l-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416614222498630274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a few wineries, then had lunch in downtown Sonoma at the El Dorado Kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Syut7kbiNTI/AAAAAAAACeU/KG2UgTEI6bs/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Syut7kbiNTI/AAAAAAAACeU/KG2UgTEI6bs/s320/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416614215746204978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truffle fries, incredible Caesar salad, salmon cakes and sparkling wine from Gloria Ferrer. True decadence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-6564578135948531662?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/el-dorado-kitchen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Syut79lcCoI/AAAAAAAACec/xcJikd94yU4/s72-c/l-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-2019238906833949262</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T09:01:57.984-08:00</atom:updated><title>Party Pictures</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9v0IRnJI/AAAAAAAACeE/h6AfaPtAIo4/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9v0IRnJI/AAAAAAAACeE/h6AfaPtAIo4/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505706081164434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Mike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9vbILYeI/AAAAAAAACd8/DZ52qh_bjQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9vbILYeI/AAAAAAAACd8/DZ52qh_bjQQ/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505699369869794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bassist Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9vJcbplI/AAAAAAAACd0/fpat71xT17Q/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9vJcbplI/AAAAAAAACd0/fpat71xT17Q/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505694622983762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9utNqihI/AAAAAAAACds/2UzFY-OSAUY/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9utNqihI/AAAAAAAACds/2UzFY-OSAUY/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505687044852242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple who started it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9uPShzyI/AAAAAAAACdk/IgI-uzxijOA/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9uPShzyI/AAAAAAAACdk/IgI-uzxijOA/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505679012187938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a good shot of the birthday girl, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-2019238906833949262?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sye9v0IRnJI/AAAAAAAACeE/h6AfaPtAIo4/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-6784864306841667653</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T08:40:28.171-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Tree</title><description>For the first time in many years, I have a Christmas tree! As the truly urban girl that I am ... I carried it home on the bus and decorated it over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZm7XnZPlI/AAAAAAAACc0/qI8HDacCHVw/s1600-h/IMG_2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZm7XnZPlI/AAAAAAAACc0/qI8HDacCHVw/s320/IMG_2510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415128772097162834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My godmother started giving me a Christmas ornament on my first birthday. Every year I got a new one and I still have them all. Of course I supplemented hers with my own and, needless to say, I have a rather large collection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZo1zlTIHI/AAAAAAAACdc/wXtA1dOBiZY/s1600-h/IMG_2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZo1zlTIHI/AAAAAAAACdc/wXtA1dOBiZY/s320/IMG_2521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415130875548606578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowman started it all on my first birthday in 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZm8CoiCtI/AAAAAAAACc8/YQQ1feF195k/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZm8CoiCtI/AAAAAAAACc8/YQQ1feF195k/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415128783644658386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wooden soldier was birthday #4 and the blue angel was #18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZoWdRFXFI/AAAAAAAACdM/Sky4mlqYmW8/s1600-h/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZoWdRFXFI/AAAAAAAACdM/Sky4mlqYmW8/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415130336982293586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Brian, made the Dixie Cup bell when he was five and I won the drum in a first grade spelling bee. Oh, and the tiny angel was #3. Thanks to Mom for marking them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-6784864306841667653?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyZm7XnZPlI/AAAAAAAACc0/qI8HDacCHVw/s72-c/IMG_2510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-2297883095838884158</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T10:09:30.447-08:00</atom:updated><title>New Collar</title><description>Not too long ago, I threw my superstitions to the wind and bought Ginger a new leash. That's worked out so well, I decided she needs a new collar. Her current one has her name and phone number on it. We've changed our phone number, so it's no longer valid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyKKMtVMWoI/AAAAAAAACco/In1dNvAH0eE/s1600-h/media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyKKMtVMWoI/AAAAAAAACco/In1dNvAH0eE/s320/media.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414041652984306306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a store in our neighborhood last night, but they wanted $45 -- for a dog collar! I love &lt;a href="http://earthdog.com/"&gt;Earthdog&lt;/a&gt;'s hemp products (where I got both her leashes), so I ordered there. Want to guess which one I picked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-2297883095838884158?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-collar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyKKMtVMWoI/AAAAAAAACco/In1dNvAH0eE/s72-c/media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-6432715136778635437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T11:45:20.908-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cold Snap</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyFPlPeBM6I/AAAAAAAACcg/GGoQfZHa9ME/s1600-h/ba-snow08_247_lh_0500933010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyFPlPeBM6I/AAAAAAAACcg/GGoQfZHa9ME/s320/ba-snow08_247_lh_0500933010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413695728302240674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is nothing for most of you ... but the Bay Area is in the grips of a very unusual cold snap. It was 35 degrees as I walked to work yesterday in gloves and a hat. And, yes, some of that white stuff was spotted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-6432715136778635437?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/cold-snap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SyFPlPeBM6I/AAAAAAAACcg/GGoQfZHa9ME/s72-c/ba-snow08_247_lh_0500933010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-3793177499643181229</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T09:26:16.473-08:00</atom:updated><title>Rye</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx_dTJyX78I/AAAAAAAACcY/5_bG4i-ED0s/s1600-h/l-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx_dTJyX78I/AAAAAAAACcY/5_bG4i-ED0s/s320/l-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413288598237081538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rye is my favorite neighborhood hangout. It's very hip, but not painfully so and they make really creative cocktails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx_dSmto2MI/AAAAAAAACcQ/CDC_oSB2O1U/s1600-h/l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx_dSmto2MI/AAAAAAAACcQ/CDC_oSB2O1U/s320/l.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413288588821977282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian had a sazarac and I had a persimmon sour. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-3793177499643181229?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/rye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx_dTJyX78I/AAAAAAAACcY/5_bG4i-ED0s/s72-c/l-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1010745502304835884</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T13:55:04.670-08:00</atom:updated><title>MNF</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx7KLu6F6GI/AAAAAAAACcE/OtZrp87PJWw/s1600-h/l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx7KLu6F6GI/AAAAAAAACcE/OtZrp87PJWw/s320/l.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412986105064974434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I went to my neighborhood bar last night to watch the Packers beat the Ravens in Monday Night Football. Apparently, true fans refer to this event simply as MNF. Sometimes, I think it would be nice to have cable TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got real-time updates via cell phone from Mike who was enjoying the game at frigid Lambeau Field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1010745502304835884?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/mnf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sx7KLu6F6GI/AAAAAAAACcE/OtZrp87PJWw/s72-c/l.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1580051947685069966</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T08:31:27.011-08:00</atom:updated><title>Osha Thai Noodle Cafe</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sxk4_CXGl5I/AAAAAAAACb8/Hgdq7NzMM8s/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sxk4_CXGl5I/AAAAAAAACb8/Hgdq7NzMM8s/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411419082879047570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed an assortment of noodles, curries, rolls and rice last night. Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1580051947685069966?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/osha-thai-noodle-cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sxk4_CXGl5I/AAAAAAAACb8/Hgdq7NzMM8s/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-7288007323721662694</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T09:00:28.861-08:00</atom:updated><title>First Look</title><description>Here's a first look at photos from my birthday party. Suffice it to say that an excellent time was had by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxfubX2Sf_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kxvFxdeXMC4/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxfubX2Sf_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kxvFxdeXMC4/s320/-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411055631334539250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxfubHlGtGI/AAAAAAAACbs/Taj2pgJq2qo/s1600-h/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxfubHlGtGI/AAAAAAAACbs/Taj2pgJq2qo/s320/-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411055626967495778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sxfua8y4EjI/AAAAAAAACbk/BPhcdVRT8YE/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sxfua8y4EjI/AAAAAAAACbk/BPhcdVRT8YE/s320/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411055624072466994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-7288007323721662694?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-look.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxfubX2Sf_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kxvFxdeXMC4/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1810830565683932911</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T08:59:25.939-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cocktails and Sushi</title><description>I met Brian, Mike, Mike and Mandy after work yesterday at Rickhouse, a really cool cocktail bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacPA_IXII/AAAAAAAACbc/d03k1ligbws/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacPA_IXII/AAAAAAAACbc/d03k1ligbws/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410683784108989570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat upstairs where the walls are made of old oak whiskey barrels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacOl7uJVI/AAAAAAAACbM/3w2LpH3G1Wg/s1600-h/l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacOl7uJVI/AAAAAAAACbM/3w2LpH3G1Wg/s320/l-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410683776846931282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed across the street to Akiko's where we enjoyed some of the most complex sushi I've ever eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacO1wcQoI/AAAAAAAACbU/NzJroOKoybQ/s1600-h/l-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacO1wcQoI/AAAAAAAACbU/NzJroOKoybQ/s320/l-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410683781094589058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both terrific spots in the Financial District and highly recommended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1810830565683932911?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/cocktails-and-sushi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SxacPA_IXII/AAAAAAAACbc/d03k1ligbws/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1497298181342970645</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T10:40:42.464-08:00</atom:updated><title>Whole Paycheck</title><description>I don't usually shop at Whole Foods. It's too expensive - hence its moniker. But have you tried their flowers?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sw15aXy3fpI/AAAAAAAACbE/SiwJRO8IbRo/s1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sw15aXy3fpI/AAAAAAAACbE/SiwJRO8IbRo/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408112221512760978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bunch of mums for $5, which is cheap here, and they look just as fresh as the day I bought them - exactly one week ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sw15aHJQkbI/AAAAAAAACa8/z0218i-R4yc/s1600/2895624961_70df7fc5dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sw15aHJQkbI/AAAAAAAACa8/z0218i-R4yc/s320/2895624961_70df7fc5dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408112217043276210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1497298181342970645?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-paycheck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sw15aXy3fpI/AAAAAAAACbE/SiwJRO8IbRo/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-2621682556867770404</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T09:13:23.338-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gin at Work</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwwQrvtDDLI/AAAAAAAACa0/25kakQsTGM8/s1600/IMG_2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwwQrvtDDLI/AAAAAAAACa0/25kakQsTGM8/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407715596290952370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I won't go into here, I was concerned about Ginger being home alone all day yesterday, so she spent the afternoon in my office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-2621682556867770404?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/gin-at-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwwQrvtDDLI/AAAAAAAACa0/25kakQsTGM8/s72-c/IMG_2506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-6185917608077300643</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T08:25:56.601-08:00</atom:updated><title>Union Square Holidays</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Swq3TGIBkII/AAAAAAAACas/PzV0SXd3qfc/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Swq3TGIBkII/AAAAAAAACas/PzV0SXd3qfc/s320/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407335841301368962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I live near Union Square, it's cool to check out the holiday decorations. The ice rink is open for business and, this weekend, I saw a woman in a cherry-picker putting lights on the gigantic Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-6185917608077300643?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/union-square-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Swq3TGIBkII/AAAAAAAACas/PzV0SXd3qfc/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1302772577343241260</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T06:21:21.597-08:00</atom:updated><title>Our Nation's Capitol</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwVUMflYhFI/AAAAAAAACak/rVsvkGQ_t-g/s1600/500806706_e996cd2aa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwVUMflYhFI/AAAAAAAACak/rVsvkGQ_t-g/s320/500806706_e996cd2aa6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405819501341606994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm back in lovely Washington, D.C. Seeing the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial as you arrive from Dulles at night is way cool. You can feel the power. Political power, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1302772577343241260?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-nations-capitol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwVUMflYhFI/AAAAAAAACak/rVsvkGQ_t-g/s72-c/500806706_e996cd2aa6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-7081560653056983275</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T11:22:12.509-08:00</atom:updated><title>Party Time!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwL3kvVI79I/AAAAAAAACac/QD8h6HAcsUU/s1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwL3kvVI79I/AAAAAAAACac/QD8h6HAcsUU/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405154713350500306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances beyond my control have forced me to relocate (at the last minute!) my 40th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwL3kdyijLI/AAAAAAAACaU/bGWKSscoDP0/s1600/l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwL3kdyijLI/AAAAAAAACaU/bGWKSscoDP0/s320/l-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405154708641975474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about the Red Devil Lounge. From the Peacock to the Devil. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-7081560653056983275?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwL3kvVI79I/AAAAAAAACac/QD8h6HAcsUU/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-566535321491254388</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T09:17:13.138-08:00</atom:updated><title>Good Movies</title><description>I watched two really great movies this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwGH8nL1k1I/AAAAAAAACaM/rYsCMvs-mGU/s1600/1205487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwGH8nL1k1I/AAAAAAAACaM/rYsCMvs-mGU/s320/1205487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404750503201837906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Away We Go" was a really sweet and funny romp. I actually laughed aloud as these soon-to-be parents try to find the best place to raise their daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwGHobsxYEI/AAAAAAAACZ0/x3VnTkgtWFw/s1600/Nothing_but_the_truth_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwGHobsxYEI/AAAAAAAACZ0/x3VnTkgtWFw/s320/Nothing_but_the_truth_film.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404750156521365570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing But the Truth" was a great story about a journalist who refused to reveal her source and went to jail for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-566535321491254388?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SwGH8nL1k1I/AAAAAAAACaM/rYsCMvs-mGU/s72-c/1205487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-8842128838805418334</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T09:35:22.764-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kava kava</title><description>"The word kava is used to refer both to the plant and the beverage produced from its roots. Kava is consumed throughout the Pacific Ocean cultures of Polynesia, Vanuatu, Melanesia and some parts of Micronesia and Australia. Kava is sedating and is primarily consumed to relax without disrupting mental clarity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sv2X-daYW6I/AAAAAAAACZs/M89Re8ByUrg/s1600-h/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sv2X-daYW6I/AAAAAAAACZs/M89Re8ByUrg/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403642227217423266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This herbal supplement has given me my dog back! Unbelievable! She's not sleepy or droopy, just her normal self. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-8842128838805418334?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/kava-kava.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Sv2X-daYW6I/AAAAAAAACZs/M89Re8ByUrg/s72-c/IMG_2494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-8800634305688119276</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T09:06:12.070-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Passion for Turkey</title><description>Who knew? When left alone in the apartment with my lunch, Arthur demonstrated his passion for poultry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvxAAlqsm_I/AAAAAAAACZk/X4NvvlyEZ_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvxAAlqsm_I/AAAAAAAACZk/X4NvvlyEZ_Y/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403264031793126386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he sniffed out the turkey sandwich in this bag, hanging on the closet door, climbed up and grabbed the Ziploc bag.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvxAADaTC_I/AAAAAAAACZc/q6j8uZpKHBM/s1600-h/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvxAADaTC_I/AAAAAAAACZc/q6j8uZpKHBM/s320/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403264022597536754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he chewed a quarter-sized hole in the plastic and proceeded to eat the entire slice of turkey, leaving the cucumber slices and English muffin untouched. Clever boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-8800634305688119276?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion-for-turkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvxAAlqsm_I/AAAAAAAACZk/X4NvvlyEZ_Y/s72-c/IMG_2493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-6149887545456812919</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T16:21:10.946-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gin Goes to the Vet</title><description>Ginger's been rather stressed out since our move. Today we went to see the vet who thinks Gin's lost some cognitive ability (doggie dementia) and is having trouble adapting to her new environment. She pants, whimpers, hides and digs in the carpet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvsUvIu2Y7I/AAAAAAAACZU/CLf8svEhlEY/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvsUvIu2Y7I/AAAAAAAACZU/CLf8svEhlEY/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934977991435186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some suggested remedies: valerian, "dog-appeasing" pheromones, melatonin, kava kava and ... yes ... Xanax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-6149887545456812919?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/gin-goes-to-vet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvsUvIu2Y7I/AAAAAAAACZU/CLf8svEhlEY/s72-c/IMG_2490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-7241951431420051962</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T09:07:38.119-08:00</atom:updated><title>Doggie Anxiety</title><description>This is St. John's Wort. Isn't it lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Svmdh81xTdI/AAAAAAAACZM/35OAe5hPrrg/s1600-h/perforate-st-john%27s-wort-0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Svmdh81xTdI/AAAAAAAACZM/35OAe5hPrrg/s320/perforate-st-john%27s-wort-0235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522434600521170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin's been very anxious since our move. She pants excessively, sleeps in the closet when I'm not home and digs in the carpet. Poor girl. I've started giving her St. John's Wort. We'll see if it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-7241951431420051962?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/doggie-anxiety.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Svmdh81xTdI/AAAAAAAACZM/35OAe5hPrrg/s72-c/perforate-st-john%27s-wort-0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1063913703192998176</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T12:53:39.115-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tenderloin National Forest</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Svh_CqGi39I/AAAAAAAACZE/Keb0L0u3jEA/s1600-h/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Svh_CqGi39I/AAAAAAAACZE/Keb0L0u3jEA/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402207436669116370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Liz for introducing Linda and me to this beautiful art/green space right around the corner from my apartment. It's designed to draw attention to the lack of green growing things in a neighborhood that's home to an estimated 7,000 kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1063913703192998176?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/tenderloin-national-forest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/Svh_CqGi39I/AAAAAAAACZE/Keb0L0u3jEA/s72-c/IMG_2486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-3954206662599717577</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T10:38:14.952-08:00</atom:updated><title>Grand Cafe</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvRswHwyNzI/AAAAAAAACY8/rtXGdt8v32w/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvRswHwyNzI/AAAAAAAACY8/rtXGdt8v32w/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401061427097253682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great things about a new neighborhood is checking out all the places you've never been to or never heard of. The Grand Cafe is one of those. It's inside the Hotel Monaco and it's absolutely gorgeous. Beth and I enjoyed a bottle of wine and a cheese plate there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-3954206662599717577?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/grand-cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvRswHwyNzI/AAAAAAAACY8/rtXGdt8v32w/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-5789214224848155750</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T13:58:41.949-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lunch with Holden ...</title><description>... and his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKUKzKoxI/AAAAAAAACYs/Yy_p8lW-BKI/s1600-h/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKUKzKoxI/AAAAAAAACYs/Yy_p8lW-BKI/s320/IMG_2476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742088504156946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKToTpmaI/AAAAAAAACYk/4Mq2xFggYV4/s1600-h/IMG_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKToTpmaI/AAAAAAAACYk/4Mq2xFggYV4/s320/IMG_2475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742079245162914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKTKLeNrI/AAAAAAAACYc/jC5GpiG4CFM/s1600-h/IMG_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKTKLeNrI/AAAAAAAACYc/jC5GpiG4CFM/s320/IMG_2474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742071157798578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Holden is quite an expressive little man. Despite his small size, he's also a big eater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-5789214224848155750?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunch-with-holden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvNKUKzKoxI/AAAAAAAACYs/Yy_p8lW-BKI/s72-c/IMG_2476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-1221220132760731409</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T08:59:33.011-08:00</atom:updated><title>Alcatraz at Night</title><description>I hadn't been to Alcatraz in several years. Molly had never been, so we took the Monday night tour. Very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvGyY_lzO2I/AAAAAAAACYU/d1sd7jtlLXE/s1600-h/IMG_2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvGyY_lzO2I/AAAAAAAACYU/d1sd7jtlLXE/s320/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400293570650520418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the city on the ferry ride across the Bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvGyYLKiexI/AAAAAAAACYM/a2iZ6ezOn9E/s1600-h/IMG_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvGyYLKiexI/AAAAAAAACYM/a2iZ6ezOn9E/s320/IMG_2480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400293556577532690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city from the Rock. When the wind was blowing in the right direction, the prisoners could hear people celebrating - especially on New Year's Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-1221220132760731409?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/alcatraz-at-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvGyY_lzO2I/AAAAAAAACYU/d1sd7jtlLXE/s72-c/IMG_2478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944201798542610058.post-4012941180546367226</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T08:53:10.847-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dottie's True Blue Cafe</title><description>This place must be in all the tour books because usually there's a crazy line out the door and down the block, but Molly and I lucked out. I took Monday off and we started the day sharing a yummy spinach, corn and feta frittata. We sat at the counter and had a very colorful experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvBfFSlKwSI/AAAAAAAACX8/5GOV3Plldqw/s1600-h/l-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvBfFSlKwSI/AAAAAAAACX8/5GOV3Plldqw/s320/l-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399920497708941602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the chef and his helper work together like a well-oiled machine was fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvBfFto5oAI/AAAAAAAACYE/I9M5Wb3QnuY/s1600-h/l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvBfFto5oAI/AAAAAAAACYE/I9M5Wb3QnuY/s320/l.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399920504972353538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944201798542610058-4012941180546367226?l=kimbcurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbcurtis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dotties-true-blue-cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHsoBL6Wydc/SvBfFSlKwSI/AAAAAAAACX8/5GOV3Plldqw/s72-c/l-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>