<?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: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-997120959482900933</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:06:16.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Not everything that passes through my head is serious - and much of it is probably not worth writing down. But here is a collection of silly stuff that has crossed through my brain and, for better or worse, made it onto my keyboard. Enjoy, groan, whatever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-7147470082860719224</id><published>2010-11-12T15:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:41:59.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an actual email from a friend</title><content type='html'>I happened upon a small church in Australia one Sunday morning with a new preacher who was preaching his third sermon of the morning.  He had just left a 20-year career as a winemaker and convinced the elders that he could move handily from one spirit to another. By my account, he was a most fluid speaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-7147470082860719224?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7147470082860719224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-actual-email-from-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/7147470082860719224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/7147470082860719224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-actual-email-from-friend.html' title='This is an actual email from a friend'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-6950734528791021987</id><published>2010-09-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T06:37:40.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>This was from a friend: His wife asked him if he wanted to go to a fundraiser for the Alternatives Pregnancy Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply: I prefer the traditional way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-6950734528791021987?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6950734528791021987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/6950734528791021987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/6950734528791021987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnancy.html' title='Pregnancy'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-6085228522091851903</id><published>2010-03-15T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T05:36:46.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking</title><content type='html'>I was going to speak to some Native Americans, but never got my plane tickets. It just didn't feel right. I guess I had reservations about making reservations to some reservations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-6085228522091851903?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6085228522091851903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/speaking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/6085228522091851903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/6085228522091851903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/speaking.html' title='Speaking'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-8494090552802395412</id><published>2010-01-09T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:51:29.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk a Mile</title><content type='html'>I read this the other day, so I don't deserve any credit/blame - except for sharing it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you criticize someone, first walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you will be a mile away and you'll have their shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-8494090552802395412?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8494090552802395412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-mile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/8494090552802395412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/8494090552802395412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-mile.html' title='Walk a Mile'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-2198234780360911832</id><published>2010-01-03T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:47:29.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did the head of a harem travel in Biblical times?</title><content type='html'>on a eunuch cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-2198234780360911832?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2198234780360911832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-did-head-of-harem-travel-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/2198234780360911832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/2198234780360911832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-did-head-of-harem-travel-in.html' title='How did the head of a harem travel in Biblical times?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-8145299805449288567</id><published>2009-12-28T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:15:45.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know You Are Getting Old When . . .</title><content type='html'>True incident: Just before Thanksgiving, Lisa &amp;amp; I had dinner with my brother and two cousins and their families. As the adults sat around talking, the benefits of AARP membership was discussed for several minutes without anyone snickering. Uh oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-8145299805449288567?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8145299805449288567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-you-are-getting-old-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/8145299805449288567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/8145299805449288567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-you-are-getting-old-when.html' title='You know You Are Getting Old When . . .'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-8892029438079284823</id><published>2009-12-09T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:06:56.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know How Two Jewish Dogs Congratulate Each Other?</title><content type='html'>Muzzle-tov!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-8892029438079284823?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8892029438079284823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know-how-two-jewish-dogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/8892029438079284823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/8892029438079284823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know-how-two-jewish-dogs.html' title='Do You Know How Two Jewish Dogs Congratulate Each Other?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-1665266834095105980</id><published>2009-12-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:46:40.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Characters</title><content type='html'>Remember the guy in the Old Testament who had a jacket made out of doughnuts? His name was Joseph and he had a coat of many crullers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-1665266834095105980?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1665266834095105980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/bible-characters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/1665266834095105980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/1665266834095105980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/bible-characters.html' title='Bible Characters'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-7587993859076231528</id><published>2009-11-05T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:22:08.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Obituary</title><content type='html'>This is really true. I read it several years ago in the Omaha World Herald and have not been able to purge it from my brain yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obituary was about a man (we'll call him Mr. Smith) who had been very active in the local community theater. In the obituary, it talked about how he had acted, directed, built sets and  was a critical supporter of the theater for decades. The bottom line was that the theater members were very thankful for all Smith had done for them over the years. The headline, however, read "Smith Dies, Theater Grateful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-7587993859076231528?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7587993859076231528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-obituary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/7587993859076231528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/7587993859076231528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-obituary.html' title='My Favorite Obituary'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997120959482900933.post-1406820774069042390</id><published>2009-11-02T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:01:57.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New story idea</title><content type='html'>I was in my neighbor's yard the other day when I thought of the premise for a great story - full of excitement and adventure. Too bad I can't use it, though. My neighbor told me to get off the premises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997120959482900933-1406820774069042390?l=kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1406820774069042390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-story-idea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/1406820774069042390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997120959482900933/posts/default/1406820774069042390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsillystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-story-idea.html' title='New story idea'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
