<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/KODACHROME19703309"><title>Strange Brew - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/</link><description>The endless ramblings of a rapid cycling bi polar Geminian with irritable depression, but dont worry...it's not as bad as it sounds! 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Thanks to everyone who visited and commented. You made me feel welcomed here. I hope to be back again....but it wont be for a long while! Take care all!:)</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/296879"><title>Something strange happened on the way home...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/296879</link><description>Mr. "S "(my better half in case youre just tuning in) and I were driving home from my boss's house tonight and we started talking about ghosts that we have come across.He is empathic, meaning that he can feel and is very sensative to spirit energies etc. So he starts to tell me about a dream he...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/296261"><title>Lobster torture....</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/296261</link><description>No, we didnt torture lobsters. My dad, as you know by now, loved to think up new ways to torture me. I was afraid of being pinched and ultimately eaten by lobsters when I was little. Two of my uncles were lobsterman and would bring home lobsters to my grammys house. The red creatures would all be...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/295388"><title>Hairy ears and nose...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/295388</link><description>When I was very young, I remember going to my grammys house. I loved going there and spending time with her except when Uncle "R" was there. He was my grammys sisters husband and he was nasty. He had hair coming out of his ears and nose, thick coke bottle type glasses and a very disgusting habit....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/295093"><title>A memory spawned...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/295093</link><description>This memory was spawned by MaggieMae story about finding a box in her house under the floorboards. When I was 21, I already had my firstborn who was only a couple of months old. I lived alone in a third floor apartment. I had nothing for money, but I had a nice place because I knew how to turn...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/294566"><title>From childhood to adulthood....</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/294566</link><description>I am going to skip light years ahead for a moment to share with you what I do now...my photography work. Click on the "view my photo album" link on the left of the page at www.midnitememories.com to see all of my albums. Shame on me but I havent had time to update recently:( Enjoy anyway and let...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/294417"><title>I see dead people....</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/294417</link><description>I love that line, though I can't remember the name of the flick. But if that boy had actually seen dead people, he wouldn't have been so calm about it. When you're a kid and you see them..there is no calm. There is sheer "hide under the blankets and don't breathe" terror until you are satisfied...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/294242"><title>Do cats really screech?</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/294242</link><description>I was guided towards this memory by Joe Looooove's comment ( I will have to write his name in a smoooooth way when I speak of him because his name commands it! ). So, anyway..... When I was 4 or 5, my dad brought home a cat he found. We named it Mama cat and she instantly became my best friend....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/293856"><title>Children and ghosts go hand in hand...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/293856</link><description>Its no wonder I would love to be a "ghost hunter". I figure they have hunted me long eough so now maybe I can turn the tables:).Well, not really, it doesnt work that way.But, I should be grateful that I have been able to see and sense spirits from a very young age, it has afforded me many...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/293711"><title>More tales of distress....</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KODACHROME19703309/293711</link><description>When I was young, I used to spend a lot of time at my grammys house. She and I would walk to the garden with a shaker of salt, pick fresh, ripe tomatoes and eat them. They always had that wonderful "green smell" and when you bit into one, the juice would just run down your chin and cover you in...</description></item></rdf:RDF>