﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>MyItThings.com/kimberly</title><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/</link><copyright>©2008 MyItThings.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><description>I am an aspiring writer.  I have had an avid interest in beauty and especially beauty as portrayed in the media ever since I was a young girl.  I have grown to accept myself and be comfortable in my own skin, despite perceived imperfections when I was growing up.  I have come to the place where I can realize that everyone is beautiful if they love themselves.  Please read my stories and tell me what you think of my writing.  Please go to my website:  htttp://www.kimberlybirkland where you can check out my writing under EBOOK.  I have tons of stories up there to buy. 

Thank you in advance.
Kimberly</description><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 07:02:01 GMT</pubDate><ttl>60</ttl><image><url>http://myitthings.com/images/editors/120/1216200834021y(350x262).jpg</url><title>kimberly</title><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/</link></image><item><title>Hezra</title><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 20:33:52 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Hezra/3311202007153010040.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Hezra/3311202007153010040.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thought</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Hezra/3311202007153010040.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/1120200733341PMa.jpg" title="Add-Imgae-Tag"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;It was 4 AM.  I could hear the rowdy partying of my parents in the living room.  I heard Roy Orbison playing through the old Marantz speakers in the dining room.  I heard the loud, inebriated laughing that comes from hours of drinking.  I smelled cigarette smoke wafting into my room.  I couldn’t sleep.  How long was this going to last?  I got out my favorite book “A Wrinkle in Time” and tried to s... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Hezra/3311202007153010040.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dry Ice Bombs</title><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 20:26:53 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thing/Dry-Ice-Bombs/8411202007152610036.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thing/Dry-Ice-Bombs/8411202007152610036.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thing</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thing/Dry-Ice-Bombs/8411202007152610036.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/1120200732604PMe.jpg" title="Add-Image-Tag"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;All I remember is that is was night, I was tired, and my parents said they were looking around for homes and checking out our neighborhood.  They always had to make sure their lawn looked the best.  All of a sudden I hear some commotion in the front seat on my mom’s side, I hear plastic and something that sounded like it was gassy or smoking, My dad said,”hit it!”   My mom threw the big plastic so... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thing/Dry-Ice-Bombs/8411202007152610036.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Red Flags:  Should Have Known</title><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 20:15:18 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Red-Flags:--Should-Have-Known/7111202007151510033.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Red-Flags:--Should-Have-Known/7111202007151510033.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thought</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Red-Flags:--Should-Have-Known/7111202007151510033.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/1120200731509PMe.jpg" title="AT-HIS-FINEST-"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Maybe I should’ve realized there was something wrong when I first met him.  There I was, as planned, waiting to meet him at the Multomah County Library.  I see an Asian male, late 20’s, walking across the street on a cellphone.  I get a call from him, he doesn’t know where the library is, although by now he is standing across the street virtually staring into my eyes.  While I try to explain and I... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Red-Flags:--Should-Have-Known/7111202007151510033.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Are We All Crazy?</title><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 20:06:07 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Are-We-All-Crazy-/9111202007150610031.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Are-We-All-Crazy-/9111202007150610031.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thought</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Are-We-All-Crazy-/9111202007150610031.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/1120200730546PMc.jpg" title="wash-your-blues-away-"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Do you sometimes feel too good?  Do you sometimes feel angry or depressed? I for sure do!  Does that make me “mentally ill?”  According to new advertisements in magazines and on TV for bipolar disorder, you too could have this diagnosis too, just fill out a little self-administered questionairre and there you are.  This would then classify you as “mentally ill”, according to the Diagnostic and Sta... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Are-We-All-Crazy-/9111202007150610031.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Flipping Burgers in a FrySuit</title><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 19:48:02 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/entertainment/It-Thing/Flipping-Burgers-in-a-FrySuit/1411202007144810028.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/entertainment/It-Thing/Flipping-Burgers-in-a-FrySuit/1411202007144810028.htm</link><category>entertainment</category><category>It Thing</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/entertainment/It-Thing/Flipping-Burgers-in-a-FrySuit/1411202007144810028.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/1120200724800PMt.jpg" title="Add-Image-Tag"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;The usual tale… I graduated from college with a BA in psychology, and instantly my parents told me that I had to get a job.  It was January, and for some reason nobody was hiring.  I tried everywhere.  I thought about the places that I might want to work:  and oddly enough a thought came to mind.  I ate most of my food at McDonald’s, and I often went there to study, and the manager knows me…so why... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/entertainment/It-Thing/Flipping-Burgers-in-a-FrySuit/1411202007144810028.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jennifer:  A Poem</title><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 02:01:38 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Jennifer:--A-Poem/20119200715129256.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Jennifer:--A-Poem/20119200715129256.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thought</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Jennifer:--A-Poem/20119200715129256.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/1118200790121PMs.jpg" title="friends-since-day-one"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Jennifer&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh Jennifer,&lt;br/&gt;I wanted to be like her&lt;br/&gt;She was the popular one&lt;br/&gt;The one that had so much fun&lt;br/&gt;The boys liked her&lt;br/&gt;The girls did too&lt;br/&gt;And she didn’t have much on her mind&lt;br/&gt;Not the way I do&lt;br/&gt;She talked a lot&lt;br/&gt;And I listened&lt;br/&gt;But I always thought&lt;br/&gt;There was something different&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I knew it from the start&lt;br/&gt;It was the beating of my heart&lt;br/&gt;It was so much heavier&lt;br/&gt;Than her pretty little f... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/General/It-Thought/Jennifer:--A-Poem/20119200715129256.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silence and Sounds: the Transcendence of Beauty</title><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 23:20:04 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/Silence-and-Sounds:-the-Transcendence-of-Beauty/38715200721065457.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/Silence-and-Sounds:-the-Transcendence-of-Beauty/38715200721065457.htm</link><category>body</category><category>It Beauty Secret</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/Silence-and-Sounds:-the-Transcendence-of-Beauty/38715200721065457.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/715200790221PMn.jpg" title="the-beauty-of-music"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;copyright Kimberly Birkland 2007&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Kim, come here.  Kim, turn around.”&lt;br/&gt;They thought I was being stubborn when I didn’t turn around.   I was a very stubborn child, I always had a mind of my own, so they figured I was just being “Kim again.”  I always ran away with my back to them, and I couldn’t hear them saying my name, time and time again. They figured since I went to a private Episcopal... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/Silence-and-Sounds:-the-Transcendence-of-Beauty/38715200721065457.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Deadly Obsession</title><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:04:28 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/A-Deadly-Obsession/40715200718415455.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/A-Deadly-Obsession/40715200718415455.htm</link><category>body</category><category>It Beauty Secret</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/A-Deadly-Obsession/40715200718415455.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/716200741244PMe.jpg" title="my-greatest-fear"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Infection:  A Deadly Obsession&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	About two years ago I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder.  Often referred to as OCD, it is a debilitating, incapacitating, disease of the mind.  It can take over your life like nothing you can imagine.  It left me weak, depressed, nervous, and with no self-esteem.  This disease creates obsessions and compulsions in the mind of the afflicted that t... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/kimberly/Post/body/It-Beauty-Secret/A-Deadly-Obsession/40715200718415455.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>