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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723</id><updated>2009-08-28T09:56:43.423-04:00</updated><title type="text">katebroun.com</title><subtitle type="html">Kate's personal web site.</subtitle><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.katebroun.com/index.shtml" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.katebroun.com/atom.xml" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>692</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/kbroun" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-6058474656216775822</id><published>2009-08-28T09:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:56:43.434-04:00</updated><title type="text">Lola!</title><summary type="text">This blog is kinda in hibernation but I had to post this newsflash (copied from Twitter).Alex &amp; Andy have a new baby cousin, born last night! Welcome Lola Elizabeth Saxe, and congrats Matt &amp; Aly!</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/6058474656216775822" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/6058474656216775822" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/ordRcsMGMyU/lola.shtml" title="Lola!" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/08/lola.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-895770719986666313</id><published>2009-08-26T16:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:13:57.153-04:00</updated><title type="text">The future of this blog</title><summary type="text">Well, you may have noticed that this site isn't updated much (ever) anymore. Haven't had the time, and whenever I think about posting something, I end up twittering it instead. The other problem is that I can't say what I want to say. The corporate policy of my employer is...uh...basically you can post pictures of your kid or dog, or talk about what you ate for dinner. But you can't write </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/895770719986666313" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/895770719986666313" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/PJ6TmRiy6uA/future-of-this-blog.shtml" title="The future of this blog" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/08/future-of-this-blog.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-3472236263746748925</id><published>2009-08-19T21:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:40:18.211-04:00</updated><title type="text">Summertime kid</title><summary type="text" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/3472236263746748925" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/3472236263746748925" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/0-rO9mUTgMU/summertime-kid.shtml" title="Summertime kid" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/08/summertime-kid.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-8106958561228492685</id><published>2009-07-31T22:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:32:13.358-04:00</updated><title type="text">Candler Park web site</title><summary type="text">There's a story behind this but, natch, no time to write it out in proper fashion. So, for now I'll just say that I've signed myself up to be the administrator and webmaster of our Candler Park neighborhood organization's web site, candlerpark.org. It's kind of fun, and I end up finding out about all kinds of cool stuff going on in the neighborhood and surrounding areas. For instance: A week or </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/8106958561228492685" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/8106958561228492685" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/7JzFarKRVmo/candler-park-web-site.shtml" title="Candler Park web site" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/candler-park-web-site.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-5250078575839000494</id><published>2009-07-31T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:19:51.047-04:00</updated><title type="text">Andy</title><summary type="text">Had a not-so-great day. But when I see this face, I'm happy. Really, really happy. </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5250078575839000494" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5250078575839000494" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/Y0BI5ET4TLA/andy_31.shtml" title="Andy" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/andy_31.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-8373000743608234905</id><published>2009-07-28T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:33:39.251-04:00</updated><title type="text">Twitter</title><summary type="text">Not sure what I think of this but I've caved to pressure and started twittering. You can find me here. Who knows, maybe this will be a passing fad. But it ain't easy posting to this blog, Twitter, and Facebook, all the while attempting to carry on with life. Can a girl catch a moment for a Calgon bath at some point? Reminds me I need to dig up / link to the article on HuffPo or Daily Beast or </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/8373000743608234905" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/8373000743608234905" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/S6WjGUdDrTQ/twitter.shtml" title="Twitter" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/twitter.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-333607816587673780</id><published>2009-07-24T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:04:34.578-04:00</updated><title type="text">Budding Picasso</title><summary type="text">Tyrannical toddler + bowl of filthy water + stripey smock + tubes of non-toxic paint + Mom + beer for Mom + Rudolph reindeer apron for Mom = delightful afternoon activity</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/333607816587673780" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/333607816587673780" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/q0iXih56w_s/budding-picasso.shtml" title="Budding Picasso" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/budding-picasso.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-816685046696109918</id><published>2009-07-18T14:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:02:11.341-04:00</updated><title type="text">Our little landscaper</title><summary type="text">This morning we joined Shannon and Rob, along with a gaggle of other volunteers, for an Atlanta Helps project at Nicholas House, a transitional housing shelter for homeless families. There was much gardening and landscaping to be done, and it was a great opportunity for Jay to break out his new cultivator -- always a crowd pleaser. Remember folks, if there's work to be done, particularly </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/816685046696109918" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/816685046696109918" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/NmwdcBmwHQ0/our-little-landscaper.shtml" title="Our little landscaper" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/our-little-landscaper.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-5353335332575421081</id><published>2009-07-15T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:29:42.506-04:00</updated><title type="text">Recent kid pics</title><summary type="text" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5353335332575421081" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5353335332575421081" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/Wvf6MHy6TmU/recent-kid-pics.shtml" title="Recent kid pics" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/recent-kid-pics.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-6908437328218998567</id><published>2009-07-14T22:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:05:36.397-04:00</updated><title type="text">Instant Messenger exchange</title><summary type="text">Got a new iPhone and lovely hubby is fixing my contacts. Jay is at his computer. I am at mine. Both under same roof. Exchange:jaysandhaus (10:44:20 PM): was that a yes on deleting bars &amp; restaurants?k8sandhaus (10:44:29 PM): nok8sandhaus (10:44:38 PM): don't get crazyjaysandhaus (10:44:39 PM): please?k8sandhaus (10:44:41 PM): nojaysandhaus (10:44:47 PM): they don't belong in your address </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/6908437328218998567" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/6908437328218998567" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/0SysbkDcY6Y/im-exchange-while-under-same-room.shtml" title="Instant Messenger exchange" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/im-exchange-while-under-same-room.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-2660502973160850028</id><published>2009-07-14T16:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:55:57.265-04:00</updated><title type="text">With Congressman John Lewis at his multicultural festival this weekend</title><summary type="text">And note that there are three generations in this pic! Pops is standing behind me, and Andy's little hand and hat are peeking out too.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/2660502973160850028" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/2660502973160850028" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/C-V_HkbprJg/with-congressman-john-lewis-at-his.shtml" title="With Congressman John Lewis at his multicultural festival this weekend" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/with-congressman-john-lewis-at-his.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-49451299656914383</id><published>2009-07-11T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:34:21.308-04:00</updated><title type="text">Birthday boy Andy</title><summary type="text" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/49451299656914383" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/49451299656914383" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/M-SQlzWO340/birthday-boy-andy.shtml" title="Birthday boy Andy" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/birthday-boy-andy.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-3008213013080074072</id><published>2009-07-09T12:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:00:23.002-04:00</updated><title type="text">Andy is one year old</title><summary type="text">Today is Andy's birthday. Hard to believe he's already a year old. Poor kid had the misfortune of being the second child, so unlike Alex who got a big bash of a party, Andy will just have a quiet celebration at home on Saturday. To mark the first anniversary of Andy's birth, I decided to post his birth story. I meant to post this, like, 11 1/2 months ago, but for some reason didn't do it. For </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/3008213013080074072" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/3008213013080074072" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/NdYrZlUeK8A/andy-is-one-year-old.shtml" title="Andy is one year old" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/andy-is-one-year-old.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-267801904782206106</id><published>2009-07-08T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:03:46.844-04:00</updated><title type="text">No idea where he learned this</title><summary type="text" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/267801904782206106" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/267801904782206106" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/27scW8Ci2As/are-we-there-yet.shtml" title="No idea where he learned this" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/are-we-there-yet.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-7771889223935240154</id><published>2009-07-08T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:23:07.847-04:00</updated><title type="text">Buhhhhds, as Alex would say</title><summary type="text">Very much enjoying this bird identifier thingy on the Scott's Lawn Care web site. You enter your zip code and it shows you a page full of birds in your area, all with nice photos. Recently we hung up a bird feeder on our deck. Jay has aptly described it as a squirrel feeder. I posted a photo a while back of a squirrel dangling from the feeder while eating, and that happens all the time. Lately </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/7771889223935240154" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/7771889223935240154" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/K2Tco58kIIs/buhhhhds-as-alex-would-say.shtml" title="Buhhhhds, as Alex would say" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/buhhhhds-as-alex-would-say.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-3699149525444875664</id><published>2009-07-06T15:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:27:08.514-04:00</updated><title type="text">Andy and me at Rise n' Dine</title><summary type="text">As captured with Jay's new iPhone, the new gadget that he'd have sex with if he could. I'm telling you, the man is flat-out madly in love with the thing. </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/3699149525444875664" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/3699149525444875664" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/BX9k5dx-0gw/andy-and-me-at-rise-n-dine.shtml" title="Andy and me at Rise n' Dine" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/07/andy-and-me-at-rise-n-dine.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-5488993657090211278</id><published>2009-06-30T13:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:17:16.993-04:00</updated><title type="text">Ugly dogs</title><summary type="text">I started to write a post about politicians who cheat on their wives, and the fact that Republicans always fail to understand why it matters. It's not that Democrats are such saints; far from it. Of course Democrats cheat just like Republicans cheat. The difference is that Republicans (at least the conservative, dogmatic ones) are self-righteous and sanctimonious, and are always running around </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5488993657090211278" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5488993657090211278" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/3aCxygJM6Q0/ugly-dogs.shtml" title="Ugly dogs" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/06/ugly-dogs.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-605873048204775907</id><published>2009-06-19T15:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:51:48.280-04:00</updated><title type="text">Photos of the fam courtesy of David Friedman</title><summary type="text">A few weeks ago, our good friends David and Butters came to Atlanta for a long weekend. It was lots of fun and we did all kinds of things that I can't remember now. One of the best things we did was a photo shoot in and around our house. David is an excellent photographer, like a real one. Not just like a real one, but an actual real one. In fact, he spent a good bit of time while here in Atlanta</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/605873048204775907" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/605873048204775907" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/po6eb6yuuac/photos-from-david-friedman.shtml" title="Photos of the fam courtesy of David Friedman" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/06/photos-from-david-friedman.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-1786251125734578663</id><published>2009-06-12T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:25:05.215-04:00</updated><title type="text">Step Away From Etsy...Step Sloooooowly Away</title><summary type="text">It happened again. I decided to do some surfing on etsy.com and in about three-tenths of one second, I found about seventy-five things I needed to buy. Let me rephrase. It's not that *I* need to buy anything. It's that my poor deprived children are lacking several critical items, and who am I to deprive them. I mean, aside from being their mother. But you know what I mean.Like, who knew that Alex</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/1786251125734578663" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/1786251125734578663" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/Jow3SMW3wHo/step-away-from-etsystep-sloooooowly.shtml" title="Step Away From Etsy...Step Sloooooowly Away" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/06/step-away-from-etsystep-sloooooowly.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-164130534546696407</id><published>2009-06-07T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:59:27.374-04:00</updated><title type="text">WooOOO-wooOOO-wooOOO</title><summary type="text">Today after brunch we stopped by the Grant Park fire station. We had heard that the fire stations around town were doing open houses this weekend, and Alex is just a wee bit obsessed with fire trucks and fire stations. So we dropped by to touch the trucks, and the nice fireman let Alex sit and "drive" the big ladder truck. Quite a thrill. And when we lamented the fact that we forgot to bring our </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/164130534546696407" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/164130534546696407" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/caXv-KaQ-rg/wooooo-wooooo-wooooo.shtml" title="WooOOO-wooOOO-wooOOO" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/06/wooooo-wooooo-wooooo.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-8777955171102013445</id><published>2009-05-29T23:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:50:37.535-04:00</updated><title type="text">Ooh, it's online!</title><summary type="text">Update to the post below: the segment is online! Watch it here.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/8777955171102013445" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/8777955171102013445" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/Vt9Lpxp75gI/ooh-its-online.shtml" title="Ooh, it's online!" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/05/ooh-its-online.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-2721491019808764499</id><published>2009-05-28T10:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:50:13.305-04:00</updated><title type="text">I'll be on TV this weekend</title><summary type="text">If all goes as planned, I'll be on TV this Sunday morning at 6:30 am. It's a PBS show called Religion &amp; Ethics Newsweekly, and the show focuses on Dr. Joseph Tate, the OB/GYN who delivered our eleven month-old baby, Andy. My mom is acquainted with the show producer, and they got to talking about show topics, at which point my mom told her all about Doc T. Then a bunch of us Doc T fans sent her </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/2721491019808764499" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/2721491019808764499" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/VkihnqXK_p4/ill-be-on-tv-this-weekend.shtml" title="I'll be on TV this weekend" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/05/ill-be-on-tv-this-weekend.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-5574964736399238668</id><published>2009-05-15T14:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:06:41.641-04:00</updated><title type="text">Filler content</title><summary type="text">Nothing much to report because a) there's no news and b) I'm about to keel over from exhaustion. I woke up at 4:30 am thinking about this and that, and then couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided I might as well be awake with coffee and the internet rather than bored to death in bed. So I got up and accomplished approximately sixty-seven things from 5:00 am to 7:45 am when the rest of the house </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5574964736399238668" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/5574964736399238668" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/18J_dXw6Tf8/filler-content.shtml" title="Filler content" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/05/filler-content.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-1144981250140837591</id><published>2009-05-10T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:45:35.785-04:00</updated><title type="text">Kid pics</title><summary type="text">Alex, age 2 1/2, looking sweet and innocentAnd Andy, age ten months, showing off them choppers</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/1144981250140837591" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/1144981250140837591" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/ZNf-HiTGdmI/kid-pics.shtml" title="Kid pics" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/05/kid-pics.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077723.post-4776636790200531405</id><published>2009-05-10T17:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:51:23.010-04:00</updated><title type="text">Garden</title><summary type="text">This here is a garden. But it is not any old garden. It represents weeks (months?) of planning, strategizing, surveying, laser-leveling, scouting, reading, chopping, sawing, nailing, de-sodding, tilling, lugging, heaving, dumping, raking, digging, planting, mulching and watering. This pile of dirt is like Jay's third child, and most of his waking moments this weekend -- and for a long time </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/4776636790200531405" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077723/posts/default/4776636790200531405" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kbroun/~3/vy_Ykkztjhk/garden.shtml" title="Garden" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469712117076933386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03661528432461286705" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.katebroun.com/2009/05/garden.shtml</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
