<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:33:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>childhood</category><category>weird home items</category><category>messy house</category><category>no money</category><category>hello</category><category>homemade</category><category>ancient grains</category><category>tilted-head-raised-eyebrow</category><category>Mickey</category><category>budget travel</category><category>art</category><category>new house</category><category>michael thomas</category><category>lauri faggioni</category><category>man gone down</category><category>little things</category><category>home</category><category>amazing</category><category>bread pudding</category><category>adventure</category><category>Norse god calves</category><category>dreams</category><category>memories</category><category>ceiling fans</category><category>bread</category><category>not having to clean the cat box</category><category>play date</category><category>weirdo</category><category>ghosts</category><category>it's wednesday baby</category><category>soy loaf</category><category>tea</category><category>boring life</category><category>ah yea</category><category>jerks</category><category>friends</category><title>when I grow up</title><description>.
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.oh don't judge me...i take care of biz. just sometimes, i still think i'm 19 years old...</description><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-2333748690566569410</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-14T12:20:47.834-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coolest Blog Eva....</title><atom:summary type='text'>This blog of mine is about to die.....not like anyone will notice, but the final bow out will be my parting gift to all of you who still sometimes check this barren ghost town that is "when i grow up."Goodbye...for real this time....GO HERE INSTEAD, SHE IS WAAAAAAAY BETTER AT THIS BLOGGIN' THANG THAN I:Rockin' The Stove....</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/06/coolest-blog-eva.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-1538530155284211315</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-02T20:03:08.617-08:00</atom:updated><title>be more smarter</title><atom:summary type='text'>just do this.'cause making the world less dumber one grain at a time is a gud idear.http://www.freerice.com/</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-more-smarter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-7527496326369467815</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T18:37:56.701-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Norse god calves</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mickey</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>soy loaf</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weirdo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tilted-head-raised-eyebrow</category><title>go double on the "huh-?"</title><atom:summary type='text'>it has come to my attention lately that i have a bit of trouble conveying myself properly…and not in person really, but through the written word. well, i'm not sure that i can do it in person either, now that i think about it.i have decided (years ago) this is because i have found myself geographically challenged. this "huh?-" i get in response to, oh- a good 45% of what i say or do (or type) has</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/go-double-on-huh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBRIfgE-ifw/R6E7Yy05nrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MUhKyu5fc5I/s72-c/cool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-4631151931912290649</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T19:54:22.366-08:00</atom:updated><title>your blogger side bar is the new magic 8 ball....</title><atom:summary type='text'>i'm just sayin'the jig is up.destiny revealed. and since those things change out from time to time, i'll give it to you fresh...it has pretty much been sealed that i will become a wrinkled, old, single-parent, crazy cat lady, cruise ship whore.awesome.  anyone got a smoke?</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-blogger-side-bar-is-new-magic-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-2290644706195030606</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T16:20:51.785-08:00</atom:updated><title>HERE LIES DICHOTOMY</title><atom:summary type='text'>anyone here who knows me (hee! who am i kiddin'?  anyone here who doesn't?)*ahem* as i was saying, anyone here who knows me knows that the above title of this blog is a very tiresome, inside joke...only, it's an inside-out joke...hence, -well, you either get it now or you don't...so, my tombstone shall read: "Here Lies Dichotomy."  and yes, i plan to be cremated.  i think to myself that this blog</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-lies-dichotomy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-2327855972088787137</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T20:23:46.385-08:00</atom:updated><title>short luft</title><atom:summary type='text'>it was dark and i couldn't see well...i could hear voices, so i got out of bed and went down a few stairs.  there was a baby crying, my mother's agitated whisper and what looked like an army and sofa beds.  it became clear that my mother's trip to help my sister through a difficult time wound up with my sister and her two children at her house.  apparently, i was there too...my mother had not </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-luft.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-8143990779691678666</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-03T18:45:56.339-08:00</atom:updated><title>WELCOME TO CUTIEVILLE!!!!!</title><atom:summary type='text'>because i am so bored i'm gonna get a computer virus...</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-cutieville.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-496233384107047589</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-03T18:44:57.538-08:00</atom:updated><title>when all your words have been spent...</title><atom:summary type='text'>bummer bout this....</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-all-your-words-have-been-spent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-4931887926644251778</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-01T17:29:08.203-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-8193577090792704901</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T17:58:59.106-08:00</atom:updated><title>...but don't ask about this...</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/11/but-dont-ask-about-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-6163727544324051140</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T14:27:39.275-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ask me about this later...</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/11/ask-me-about-this-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-4552651288740087202</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-06T17:57:33.316-08:00</atom:updated><title>boy with a thorn in his side...</title><atom:summary type='text'>it was a beautiful night.  the last night before the big freeze...we parked close to the venue and walked through the downtown park to the restaurant.  the sky was clear and in our humble, tiny neck of the woods, we strolled in the center of skyscrapers.  upon walking back, the frenzy was on...the sidewalk was littered with what looked like small paper snowflakes...the ladies were all business </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/11/boy-with-thorn-in-his-side.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-7865504118875629930</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-18T15:51:24.490-07:00</atom:updated><title>My loony bun is fine....</title><atom:summary type='text'>Thanks to Ms. Mom, I cannot stop singing this song.  Oh ma gawd i think it's funny!  I have sent it to a billion people!  (if this showed up in your email account, i did it...)  I have turned into a spammer over night!  Thanks Claudia!</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-loony-bun-is-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-7102054877540783672</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-16T08:49:05.767-07:00</atom:updated><title>ok, so i didn't die...</title><atom:summary type='text'>but somewhere between then and here i have felt like doing so a few times.couldn't post it.won't post it.not here.I cashed in all my karma coins recently. Every single one of them. I was really getting antsy about it all as I have tried to live my life as kind as possible. I have lived my life in many, many ways with others comfort and well being in mind. This has been at my expense and, for many</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-so-i-didnt-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-5399312738719944402</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T20:14:25.383-07:00</atom:updated><title>i almost died today</title><atom:summary type='text'>seriously.it was a horrendous trek to work.  the freeway just came to an abrupt stop.  somebody's child was badly injured.  i knew this because after the countless police cars to pass, the many ambulances too...one stuck out so horribly.  it was a child's hospital ambulance.  it was rushing to the scene.  i couldn't stand to see it.  my mind raced.  did my mother go to the farmers market after </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-almost-died-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-9008718209030999216</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T18:37:57.363-08:00</atom:updated><title>Pirates and lost sleep...</title><atom:summary type='text'>i can't sleep.i don't know what to write about because all the things i want to write about will take even more sleep away...i woke up with a sore throat, ear ache and a fucked up eye (all on the left side.)  i dunno about you, but this is NOT common round these parts...as a matter of fact, i NEVER can remember something of this nature occurring before.so, i write this like a pirate.arrrrrrr </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/pirates-and-lost-sleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBRIfgE-ifw/RukezfQa6lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M1zWCRBmtRY/s72-c/Pistol+Pirate+Bust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-8541427943809516662</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T18:33:12.703-07:00</atom:updated><title>Let Me Explain Myself...</title><atom:summary type='text'>It was my last apartment in Los Angeles.  I didn’t know it then, but life was about to change forever.  The chapters had all been written…and I was clueless to this fact.  This new apartment was beautiful.  I can say that I had a very good eye for such things.  My choices were always amazing…and within my price range; which was an incredible gift considering I lived without roommates.  Before all</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-me-explain-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-3454049837732221830</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-06T13:36:57.423-07:00</atom:updated><title>You Will Be Missed....</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's a sad day for me, millions of others, and music....I can't say a thing...I will let him do it....and a song that will make me cry to my dying day...</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-will-be-missed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-3936831022372034643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T18:37:57.493-08:00</atom:updated><title>U SUCK!</title><atom:summary type='text'>oh yes, you do.</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-suck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBRIfgE-ifw/Rt5BgzLThnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HhYIe3Dc3vM/s72-c/USUCK.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-8158600466730517975</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T22:20:44.794-07:00</atom:updated><title>I CAN'T HELP IT!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I LOVE LOVE!!!The changes*, the phrasing*, the memories* it brings me....*sigh*Super-duper-high-lights:*changes:  YOU SET THE SCENE(2:22 - 4:56....my big, eyed, little, girl, innocent love...believe me, i am not this nice)*phrasing: MAYBE THE PEOPLE WOULD BE THE TIMES OR BETWEEN CLARK AND HILLDALE (hey, it's 1967 here...it was clever!...and how about the vocal/trumpet duet...aw yea.....i always </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-help-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-4195802951221099092</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T14:02:10.962-07:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Look Inside, DON'T DO IT!...</title><atom:summary type='text'>It has been a minute since I have posted...I'd like to say it was because I was busy traveling or working on my book or saving chimpanzees in Tanzania, but not this week.  I have instead been really deep in some serious shit.  The deep meaning contemplative, shit meaning life.  It ain't always so.  First and foremost I've got to share something really cool.  Pandora.com.  Yea, yea, you know all </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-look-inside-dont-do-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-5560490104326017092</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T11:31:45.769-07:00</atom:updated><title>BONUS POST</title><atom:summary type='text'>My new favorite read:Claudia.  Sooo funny!  More to follow...something about the ginger chocolate bundt cake that is cooling at this very minute...um, yum..how do i do it? *wink*</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/bonus-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-5897057996418897432</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-22T21:03:36.214-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stupid 8 Ball</title><atom:summary type='text'>I asked the Magic 8 Ball on this blog a question.  It was:  "Will I ever be the person I want to be?"  And it told me:  "VERY DOUBTFUL."  But as I scoffed I got all overwhelmed with some zen type feeling...and I truly understood the 8 ball to be correct. Will we ever?  Think about that a moment.  Anyway, ask it something...share with me.  I wanna know...oh this is gonna be good...I can feel it...</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-8-ball.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-770636652626539141</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T18:37:57.888-08:00</atom:updated><title>Old and Fat Ain't All That</title><atom:summary type='text'>You don't even know how bad my stuff is hurtin' right now.  It seems this is the only position in which it doesn't.  But get me off this thing and away from my chair and oh boy...About two years ago I did something to myself that was odd and totally random and so crappy.  I had been having this nagging pain in my neck and shoulders.  I thought it was due to the fact that I was a brand new mom and</atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-and-fat-aint-all-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBRIfgE-ifw/Rsu8ozLThjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SKzWuOomzhQ/s72-c/xray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195379770459604709.post-6712443406061732483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-20T15:05:46.285-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>it's wednesday baby</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ah yea</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bread</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bread pudding</category><title>EVERY LITTLE BIT</title><atom:summary type='text'>I don't know if any of you care (all 3 of you,) but I am developing a bad ass food blog.  It won't be ready for a good while now as I am going to debut it with a ton of content and a heavily established database, but while that is in the background works, I want to kinda try out some ideas here.  After seeing one of my favorite people in the whole entire world yesterday, I got an idea for a </atom:summary><link>http://upigrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/every-little-bit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cutiepiespacepop)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>