<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960</id><updated>2024-09-07T21:07:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate&#39;s World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-6177866168703400887</id><published>2017-01-27T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2017-01-27T01:22:50.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><summary type="text">


After years of writing this blog, I am grateful to all of you for reading each weeks article with so much passion. I am pleased to announce to all of you that we are moving to a new home. You can find it at kates-world.com



All new posts henceforth will be posted in the new website. I hope you find the new website fresh and modern. Amongst the new features, the site contains integrated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6177866168703400887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2017/01/moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/6177866168703400887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/6177866168703400887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2017/01/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-2819421015351313976</id><published>2017-01-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2017-01-19T23:08:17.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><summary type="text">

Having waited the whole year for the holidays, Christmas was finally here. I woke up at eight O&#39;clock. Fred was already up and was playing with Chloe in her room. I could hear them from the bedroom and I wished I was energetic enough to join them.



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Fred walked into the bedroom holding Chloe on his left hand and came to where I was.



&quot;How was your day?&quot; He asked sitting on the bed.



&quot;It was good. Just preparing to close for the year.&quot; I replied. &quot;By the way, I was with Ann today. She said hi.&quot;



&quot;Oh, how is she?&quot;



&quot;She is good. She is a bit busy with work though. She is having major issues with Mike.&quot; I responded.



&quot;What issues?&quot; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8663861097628603628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2017/01/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8663861097628603628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8663861097628603628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2017/01/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-4976654280962564625</id><published>2016-12-21T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-12-21T05:52:37.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affair</title><summary type="text">

Ann and I stayed at the lounge until 8pm when we decided to go home. Since I did not have a car, she offered to drive me home.



While we were on our way, I asked her about her situation with Mike. The last time Fred and I went by her house, it was obvious they were having issues. We could hear them all the way from the car park to the balcony where they were standing.



&quot;What was the issue?&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4976654280962564625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/4976654280962564625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/4976654280962564625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/affair.html' title='Affair'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-1704882612286284297</id><published>2016-12-15T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2016-12-15T04:35:58.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time</title><summary type="text">

I opened up my diary and looked at the schedules for the day. I had no meetings planned. All I had to do at around five o&#39;clock, was to meet up with Ann. The venue was to be decided once I call her. I went back to last week&#39;s posting on the diary and realized that I had not called the candidate that we had decided on for the Accounts department. &amp;nbsp;I requested the receptionist to call him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1704882612286284297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/girl-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/1704882612286284297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/1704882612286284297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/girl-time.html' title='Girl Time'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-3490671853319760258</id><published>2016-12-07T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-12-07T22:44:16.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches </title><summary type="text">

After the sex, I went to the bathroom and wiped myself up. I have never been comfortable with the aftermath of the action. The sticky feeling on my thigh was not my cup of tea. As I rubbed the warm cotton cloth against my thigh, I kept thinking about how our sex life has been on top despite the challenges we face each day.



After I was done, I went back to the bed and covered myself. Fred was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3490671853319760258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/aches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/3490671853319760258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/3490671853319760258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/aches.html' title='Aches '/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-859983896718803825</id><published>2016-12-02T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-12-02T01:07:44.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So stiff</title><summary type="text">

Why would he have a password on his phone? I think he was afraid of making me more insecure and avoiding more arguments. I left it at that



Just then, he came out of the shower, dropped the towel and wore his black briefs. He sat on the bed, held the laptop on his lap and started working on it. Since I did not want to disrupt him, I walked back to the living room and sat with the nanny. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/859983896718803825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/so-stiff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/859983896718803825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/859983896718803825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/12/so-stiff.html' title='So stiff'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-7679089647817177828</id><published>2016-11-25T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-11-25T04:12:06.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snooping</title><summary type="text">

&quot;So do all your clients send suggestive chats?&quot; I asked.



&quot;No. That was not even suggestive.&quot;



&quot;Fred, I am not as stupid as you might think I am. She was obviously trying to get your attention. Why did you not even ask her to stop?&quot;&amp;nbsp;



&quot;I called her and asked her to stop but she continued.&quot; Fred started.&amp;nbsp;



&quot;You called?&quot;



&quot;Yes. What was I supposed to do?&quot; He replied. &quot;And why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7679089647817177828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/snooping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7679089647817177828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7679089647817177828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/snooping.html' title='Snooping'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-7190474001979833938</id><published>2016-11-17T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-11-17T06:03:11.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chats</title><summary type="text">
I tossed and turned in bed trying to ignore the urge but I could not do it anymore. So I woke up, picked up my phone and checked the time. It was half past three in the morning. At least I have time to come back and sleep before I wake up. I dragged my body to the bathroom. As soon as I sat on the toilet seat, the urine gushed out. I immediately felt the relief from the pressure that I had. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7190474001979833938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/chats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7190474001979833938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7190474001979833938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/chats.html' title='Chats'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-9095761271589208362</id><published>2016-11-09T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2016-11-09T05:05:39.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa</title><summary type="text">
&quot;What a surprise!&quot; I shouted when I entered the house waving the bouquet of flowers he had bought and delivered to me at the office.



Fred smiled, stood up and gave me a hug. &quot;You liked it?&quot;



&quot;Yes. It definitely made my day.&quot; I replied. &quot;Thank you. I had a busy day and this really was a good way to end it.&quot;



&quot;You are welcome.&quot; He said and gave me a kiss.



&quot;Mama! Mama!&quot; Chloe shouted as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9095761271589208362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/lisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/9095761271589208362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/9095761271589208362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/lisa.html' title='Lisa'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-4162787018331057988</id><published>2016-11-04T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-11-04T07:18:47.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews</title><summary type="text">
On Friday morning, I finished on the payroll planning and sent over the data to the accounts department for salary processing for the staff. Hopefully, we will get our salaries as the weekend checks in.



At exactly ten o&#39;clock, the secretary called and informed me that the first candidate had already arrived in the office. I went to the scheduled meeting room where the interview would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4162787018331057988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/interviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/4162787018331057988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/4162787018331057988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/11/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-8110776521176483281</id><published>2016-10-28T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-10-28T01:59:24.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><summary type="text">

The bedside alarm rang at exactly 6am. I stretched my hands and put it off. Slowly, I turned to the other side of the bed only to find Fred missing. I sat up and saw a beam of light under the door so I walked to check on what he was upto.



I found him in the living room with one of his friend&#39;s laptop. He seemed so distracted.&amp;nbsp;



&quot;Good morning.&quot;&amp;nbsp;



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Fred arrived like an hour after I had arrived. He looked so wasted. His laptop bag hang loose on his shoulder. He had already removed his tie. His shirt was unbuttoned to the second hole.&amp;nbsp;



&quot;Hellos.&quot; He said while walking past us to the bedroom.&amp;nbsp;



I placed Chloe on the floor so that she could continue playing with the toys while I went to check on him.



&quot;Hey, are you okay?&quot; I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1720402455068335962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/10/maintenance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/1720402455068335962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/1720402455068335962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/10/maintenance.html' title='Maintenance '/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-2025184572385516924</id><published>2016-10-13T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-10-13T04:38:39.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selection</title><summary type="text">

I got down to my work as soon as I sat down. I was to conduct a staff recruitment process for the Accounting department as they needed two accounting assistants. After checking the exact descriptions needed, I sent the advert to few employment agencies.



I had a meeting at ten o&#39;clock with the managers thereafter I was to finish my reports which were due today. Work got so busy that I even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2025184572385516924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/10/selection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/2025184572385516924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/2025184572385516924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/10/selection.html' title='Selection'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-8179295212473180467</id><published>2016-10-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-10-05T01:34:26.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climax</title><summary type="text">

Someone please explain to me. Do kids sense when their parents are having sex? Or are they just jealous? As soon as we got down to business of satisfying each other, Chloe let out a cry. This could not be happening. When I was almost about to reach the seventh heaven, there goes the disruption!



Fred was surprised at first but he continued with what we were doing. Chloe at the background </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8179295212473180467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/10/climax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8179295212473180467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8179295212473180467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/10/climax.html' title='Climax'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-8915073263349874096</id><published>2016-09-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-29T06:33:57.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Dose</title><summary type="text">

I woke up from a short nap that I took. As I tried to wake myself up, my thighs felt sticky! Then I remembered that I had not wiped myself after the love making. I really hated this part. Why does something so beautiful end up being so disgusting! Slowly, I walked to the bathroom and took a shower.&amp;nbsp;



Fred was still sleeping, naked, with his left leg twisted across his other leg. I took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8915073263349874096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/morning-dose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8915073263349874096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8915073263349874096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/morning-dose.html' title='Morning Dose'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-2145857404544279968</id><published>2016-09-21T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-21T06:06:57.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth</title><summary type="text">&quot;Do you know I only have five weeks to go?&quot; Ann said pointing to her bulging tummy.



&quot;No way!&quot; I shouted.



&quot;How come? The days have gone so fast?&quot; I asked laughing at myself.



&quot;I am glad I&#39;m almost due. I wasn&#39;t sure that I would be able to carry it all along.&quot;



&quot;But at least you had a smooth pregnancy.&quot;



&quot;Yes I did. I thank God for that.&quot; She said rubbing her belly.



The boys shouted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2145857404544279968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/warmth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/2145857404544279968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/2145857404544279968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/warmth.html' title='Warmth'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-7779479394948580663</id><published>2016-09-09T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-09T05:36:48.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detour</title><summary type="text">

Fred and Chloe were busy taking pictures of themselves. I decided to call the Nanny and see if everything was okay. Her phone rang but she did not pick. I tried again. It was not answered. I decided to send her a text informing her that we were worried about her and she should call back as soon as possible.



We left the park after about five hours and we went to the market. It was already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7779479394948580663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/detour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7779479394948580663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7779479394948580663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/detour.html' title='Detour'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-7428092566941692608</id><published>2016-09-01T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-01T01:19:34.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><summary type="text">

I took some bananas, sliced them into thin slices then put them in the freezer for sometime. Then I prepared fresh fruit juice and bottled it for Chloe. Together with some snacks and wine, I placed them in the picnic basket and off we went to the park.



The park was located around thirty minutes from the house. It is a large area occupying the northern part of the town. It also had a man made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7428092566941692608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7428092566941692608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/7428092566941692608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/09/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-6542181222889590794</id><published>2016-08-25T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-08-25T01:14:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Lie!</title><summary type="text">

I heard footsteps leading to the door. After a few seconds, Fred walked in holding his phone on his right hand. He stopped again for a second then walked in.&amp;nbsp;



&quot;I thought the nanny would be here.&quot; He asked sitting next to me.



&quot;She called.&quot; I replied. &quot;She has an emergency so she won&#39;t be coming.&quot;



&quot;What kind of emergency?&quot;



&quot;She did not give me the details but I hope its nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6542181222889590794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/08/do-not-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/6542181222889590794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/6542181222889590794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/08/do-not-lie.html' title='Do Not Lie!'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-8578112894943352152</id><published>2016-08-18T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-08-18T02:24:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Day...</title><summary type="text">

I think I have outgrown petty issues. I decided to assume her and continue doing what I had planned to do.



I heated some water and then rinsed out Chloe&#39;s utensils. I proceeded to then cook her breakfast. She has always liked warm milk, cereals and bacon.&amp;nbsp;



After I was done, I went to check on her and found her already up. She was playing with her dolls in her crib. I picked her up, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8578112894943352152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/08/next-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8578112894943352152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8578112894943352152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/08/next-day.html' title='Next Day...'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-8085225931902634609</id><published>2016-08-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-08-10T00:12:54.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath </title><summary type="text">

We reached home in about twenty minutes. It was dark and silent. Fred&#39;s sister was already asleep. We tiptoed to our bedroom, then relaxed. I then took a shower, went to Chloe&#39;s bedroom and checked on her. She was sleeping in her cot so gracefully. I noticed that she was not changed to her sleeping dress. Odd! I had clearly indicated what was needed to be done.



Anyway, I went back to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8085225931902634609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/08/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8085225931902634609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/8085225931902634609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/08/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath '/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-1712959971416062477</id><published>2016-07-27T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-27T00:08:03.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting The Jiggy On</title><summary type="text">

&quot;Does your sister have a problem with me?&quot; I asked while we were at the parking. We were outside the car on the trunk looking towards the distance.



&quot;What?&quot; He asked.



&quot;I think she might have a problem with me.&quot; I continued. &quot;I think maybe I have not done something right or my dressing irked her.&quot;



&quot;Nah. I would have known if there was an issue. We are close and she can tell me anything.&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1712959971416062477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/07/getting-jiggy-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/1712959971416062477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/1712959971416062477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/07/getting-jiggy-on.html' title='Getting The Jiggy On'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-3893877783532729288</id><published>2016-07-22T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-22T07:03:51.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Party!</title><summary type="text">

&quot;I got a bonus.&quot; Fred said excitedly.



&quot;How? I thought you would get by the end of the year.&quot; I asked surprised.



&quot;I thought so too but the company posted profits in the first and second quarter of the year. So the management decided to give everyone something small for the efforts.&quot; He replied.



&quot;Wow, that&#39;s nice.&quot;&amp;nbsp;



&quot;Yea. Can we celebrate by going out tonight?&quot; he asked.



&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3893877783532729288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/07/time-to-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/3893877783532729288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/3893877783532729288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/07/time-to-party.html' title='Time to Party!'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675802095641834960.post-3539497486287334574</id><published>2016-07-13T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-13T06:07:37.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loo Issues</title><summary type="text">

&quot;I think you should take the Doctor&#39;s advice seriously. Try to relax and avoid stressful conditions.&quot; I said to Ann.



I will, hopefully he won&#39;t add to the stress.&quot; She replied while facing Mike.



&quot;I won&#39;t.&quot; Mike said.



I took the last sip of the juice and excused myself. I had to go home and look after my small family. Traffic back home was smooth. No hustles. I packed the car at the far</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3539497486287334574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/07/loo-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/3539497486287334574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675802095641834960/posts/default/3539497486287334574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkates-world.blogspot.com/2016/07/loo-issues.html' title='Loo Issues'/><author><name>Kate&#39;s World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10699793809465562656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>