<?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-5274946381811700897</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:48:04.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spot for Kate</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Kate, and this is my spot for thinking and wondering and laughing. And lots of other things too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-6938154099177381270</id><published>2012-01-14T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:06:33.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Carry a Camera</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was in the car with my father and brother. We were driving to Wal Mart for various and sundry foodstuffs and other household items. As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw two homeless guys standing on little patches of grass on either side of the entrance to the parking lot. The one on the left was sitting on the grass with an old backpack and a faded red cooler, holding the stereotypical hobo sign; you know, "Hungry family. Anything helps, please give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other hobo was a bigger guy with a grizzly gray beard. He had a nasty old baseball cap on, and he also had a sign. It looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJxmfR9eYIc/TxHQ0-aVVGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/BFSq5cTiS5Q/s1600/Faker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJxmfR9eYIc/TxHQ0-aVVGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/BFSq5cTiS5Q/s320/Faker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697564612125611106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked at each other in surprise, and then laughed for a good two minutes. We very nearly went back for a picture, but nobody had a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I be caught unawares by such a stellar situation--I'll always carry my camera with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-6938154099177381270?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/6938154099177381270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=6938154099177381270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6938154099177381270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6938154099177381270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-always-carry-camera.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Carry a Camera'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJxmfR9eYIc/TxHQ0-aVVGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/BFSq5cTiS5Q/s72-c/Faker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-5347964840517258798</id><published>2012-01-10T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:31:20.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day...</title><content type='html'>I'll get this right sometime, I'm sure of it. In the meantime, here's a swift and interesting blurb about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....sing. And play. And write. You know in Pride and Prejudice when the housekeeper at Pemberley is talking about Georgiana and she says, "She sings and plays all day long!" That's how I feel. I sing and play all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my brother is coming home from his mission in 10 days, if you don't count the rest of today. Wait, did I just write 10 days?? No no that can't be right. Oh my gosh. It's totally right. Where did two years go?! It's been so peaceful around here. But dull. Peaceful and dull. So, I guess it will be a good thing. Heh heh. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm tired. Also, I'm auditioning for the School of Music. Wish me luck, since I'm 99.9% sure I won't blog again before that goes down. Also, ALL STATE ORCHESTRA! Woo! I'm so psyched out to play Sibelius, even if it isn't in Abravanel Hall. I guess I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I think it's bedtime. Here's a nice parting gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6RSPr6dw-U/Tw0QX5e6API/AAAAAAAAAXU/dRyn2-UN20g/s1600/The-Hobbit-Martin-Freeman-483x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6RSPr6dw-U/Tw0QX5e6API/AAAAAAAAAXU/dRyn2-UN20g/s320/The-Hobbit-Martin-Freeman-483x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696227106447032562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I'm extremely excited about this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-5347964840517258798?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/5347964840517258798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=5347964840517258798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5347964840517258798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5347964840517258798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day.html' title='One Day...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6RSPr6dw-U/Tw0QX5e6API/AAAAAAAAAXU/dRyn2-UN20g/s72-c/The-Hobbit-Martin-Freeman-483x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-1012190218233986935</id><published>2011-10-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:58:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old.</title><content type='html'>Not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;, necessarily...but guess what I did yesterday? That's right, I started firing up my BYU application. YIKES. Surely I'm not old enough to go to college yet. It simply isn't possible that I am that old. I'm not, I tell you. I'm still a little curly-haired girl wearing denim overalls and socks on my hands, jumping on the trampoline. That sounds a lot more like me than filling out college applications and writing entrance essays and worrying about money and where I'm going to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should still be watching Scooby-Doo and playing with Pokemon cards and hating long division; not reading Jane Eyre and writing essays about how a bill passes through Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I'm pretty dag-blasted sure I'm still a kid. I remember how excited I was to see how I would be in high school. For some reason, I thought I would be completely different. There would be some magical transformation between middle and high school which would automatically turn me into a smart, confident lady who knew exactly where she was going in life AND how she was going to get there. (It doesn't exactly work like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I just don't feel ready for college. It's kind of....scary. I feel like baby Wade, who declared to my mom when he was but a wee lad, "I don't want to go to high school, Mom. I'm afraid I might fall off." The world is big and I am little, and I don't feel ready for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm so excited for what's coming my way.  As Papa Paul would say, "This is where it's at." I love where I'm at, even though it's stressful. I love where I'm going, even though I'm not sure where exactly that might be just yet. Here, let me sum it up in the immortal words of Calvin:  "Well, you never know...something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen today. And if anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, by golly, I'm going to be ready for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Family/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Family/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bce7_N3cwvY/Tp5YsDz5gcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P1ENpOLntCY/s1600/Calvin%2BReady.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bce7_N3cwvY/Tp5YsDz5gcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P1ENpOLntCY/s320/Calvin%2BReady.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665062895239135682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone happens to have a helmet in their closet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-1012190218233986935?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/1012190218233986935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=1012190218233986935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/1012190218233986935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/1012190218233986935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bce7_N3cwvY/Tp5YsDz5gcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P1ENpOLntCY/s72-c/Calvin%2BReady.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-1377820141614795591</id><published>2011-09-29T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T07:50:42.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Not at School</title><content type='html'>See Sunday's post. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-1377820141614795591?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/1377820141614795591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=1377820141614795591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/1377820141614795591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/1377820141614795591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-im-not-at-school.html' title='Why I&apos;m Not at School'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2306112899458840664</id><published>2011-09-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:16:16.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Not at Church</title><content type='html'>So, here's the story. Yesterday, I was reading A Tale of Two Cities and I fell asleep. I woke up from a little twenty minute nap and my back was kind of sore. I thought nothing of it and got up to get ready to go hang out with some friends. I took a couple ibuprofen before I left, thinking I had slept in a funny position and cramped some muscles up, and it would go away in a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to Katelyn's house, I was in some serious discomfort. I got into a comfortable position on her couch and we sat down and watched a movie. Then, around 7, I had to leave to make dinner for a kid I was babysitting. But by the time I got home, it was all I could do to get through the front door and throw myself on the floor. I laid there crying until my parents got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, this is all ridiculously dramatic. But my life isn't usually this exciting, so I'm making this one good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Parents come home, crying on the floor, etc. They relocated me to the couch with a heating pad and gave me some Tylenol and I laid there for a bit. Then my darling friends came over and sat with me for a while so I wouldn't be lonely. I have good friends. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while after they left, I started feeling better. So I started walking around a bit. Then I did some homework and even played the piano for a while. Then I laid back down. My friends came over again, and about one minute later, I had the absolute most gut-wrenching, excruciating pain in my...stomach? What? It was my back that was hurting. Except that it seemed to have moved to my stomach. At this point, my friends took leave of me, since I was on the kitchen floor weeping and writhing around. My Dad and Mike gave me a blessing, and I slowly started to feel better, bit by little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided at some point along the way, when the pain was moving to my stomach and I had to go to the bathroom every two minutes, except that I really didn't, that I was having kidney stones. Someone please explain to me why I'm having kidney stones at the age of 17! At least two women who have had experience with kidney stones told me that it's worse than giving birth, so there's something to look forward to.... Anyway, I crawled into my little brother's bed an hour later and ended up spending the night there because I didn't want to move, and woke up this morning feeling sick, but with substantially less pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I'm not at church today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would post a picture of kidney stones, but they're gross and I'm not going to make you see them if you don't want to. Look it up if you get enthusiastic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2306112899458840664?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2306112899458840664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2306112899458840664' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2306112899458840664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2306112899458840664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-im-not-at-church.html' title='Why I&apos;m Not at Church'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-7936185187080640897</id><published>2011-09-12T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:34:43.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo.</title><content type='html'>Should I drop a class? Quit my job? Give up flute or voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What class could I drop? I need the money. I can't give up music or I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHAT IS TO BE DONE? I need to learn to manage my time. I am so desperately unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-7936185187080640897?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/7936185187080640897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=7936185187080640897' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7936185187080640897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7936185187080640897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/09/moo.html' title='Moo.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2740401761043550736</id><published>2011-08-17T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:56:32.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Childhood Memory</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I blog about important things. Sometimes I do not. And sometimes I feel like I have a lot to say but I don't know if I should say it, or if I even want to. Or just don't know how to put it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel like that. Did I do the right thing? I think so. Does that make me feel any better? Kind of. Not really. It's not easy to bust a person's heart. Especially when that person is someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, I was talking to my Uncle Adam. We were in Grammy's basement, and I was sitting on the bed watching him pack for something. I was probably nine or ten, and he was in his mid-twenties. He came and sat next to me and said, "Kate, when you grow up, you're going to be in love. And people will be in love with you. You're going to break hearts, and you're going to have your heart broken." I nodded solemnly, but secretly in my little girl brain, I was thinking, "Pfft. Yeah right, Pab. You don't know how it works. I'm going to grow up, find my true love, get married in the temple, and have a bunch of kids. It's not that complicated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about that the other day, and it made me laugh. But really, who didn't think that way when they were nine? I would sit around imagining how I was going to meet my true love, how we would look at each other and instantly know we were right for each other, and boom! All my problems would be solved. And only in the past few years have I realized that it doesn't usually work like that. There's a lot of mess to go through before you get to the boom. And the problems don't magically get solved. They get cried, pushed, prayed, and muscled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have broken hearts. I've had my heart broken. People have probably been in love with me, and I didn't know it. I don't think I've been in love yet, but I'm sure I will be someday. And I'm still only seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a lot more complicated than I thought it would be when I was nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling slightly confused,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2740401761043550736?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2740401761043550736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2740401761043550736' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2740401761043550736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2740401761043550736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/08/childhood-memory.html' title='A Childhood Memory'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-1039852569125652108</id><published>2011-08-02T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:30:41.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Slightly Sheepish....</title><content type='html'>Okay, everyone. It's been a really, REALLY long time. I am thoroughly ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to better things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update on life--&lt;br /&gt;This summer I've:&lt;br /&gt;Been to Girl's Camp, which was grand. Much weeping ensued.&lt;br /&gt;Hiked a violent hike in the Uinta mountains. Less weeping ensued, but weeping there was.&lt;br /&gt;Driven across the United States and back. Very little (if any) weeping ensued.&lt;br /&gt;Read the Harry Potter books again. A great deal of weeping ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm going to Lake Powell. Weeping will probably ensue!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am about to embark on the lofty quest of reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy...in one month. Whew. Wish me luck with that one. Count on the weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there has been quite enough weeping this summer. Why? I couldn't tell you. However, I am vastly happy and very excited for school to start up again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking these lovely classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AP Psychology&lt;br /&gt;2. AP English&lt;br /&gt;3. Symph. Band&lt;br /&gt;4. Journalism&lt;br /&gt;5. A Capella&lt;br /&gt;6. Madrigal Choir&lt;br /&gt;7. Seminary/TA&lt;br /&gt;8. US Gov/Seminary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party. I know it. Anyway, I'm about to be late to the midnight breakfast! Have a glorious evening, everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way...... I love the Doctor. In case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Family/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Family/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-ValR3AFmI/TjjOqL1AVlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5OGDBZJCS7s/s1600/davidTennant_1381584c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-ValR3AFmI/TjjOqL1AVlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5OGDBZJCS7s/s320/davidTennant_1381584c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636482157779113554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-1039852569125652108?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/1039852569125652108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=1039852569125652108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/1039852569125652108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/1039852569125652108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/08/feeling-slightly-sheepish.html' title='Feeling Slightly Sheepish....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-ValR3AFmI/TjjOqL1AVlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5OGDBZJCS7s/s72-c/davidTennant_1381584c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2150075794439097604</id><published>2011-04-20T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:48:17.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Put It Gently....</title><content type='html'>Screw the thirty day challenge! I have more important things to write about. Liiiike, things I actually care about. So, if you actually want to know anything from the thirty day challenge, I'll be more than happy to tell them to you. For now, I give up. Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to more cheerful topics--I'm feeling vaguely inspired by Andrew Woodruff to write about the wonderful kids in my life. My friends take such good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in no particular order except the order drawn up by a seriously disorganized brain, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jozi Brewer&lt;/span&gt;- Woo, yeah! Woo! Oh yeah, yeah! Woo! Honestly, MC Scampering Toad is a joy to be around. He's very honest and open and heartfelt. Whenever I have any kind of problem, I know I've got someone that'll listen and give me his honest to goodness opinion and all sorts of extremely useful advice. Not to mention he throws out a mean freestyle and is one of the most hilarious people I've ever met. *insert awkward handshake here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaela Carter&lt;/span&gt;- Oh Kaela. Where to even begin? We go all the way back to when we were...well...more awkward than we are now, if that's possible. We can talk about anything, even if it's problems we have with each other, and we can always work it out. We share a deep love for Flynn Rider and Robert Downey Jr., among other hot men, which is always a good thing to be able to laugh about when nobody else knows what's going on. Kaela always listens when I want to chat and I love being around her! She is smart and funny and has an amazing talent of pressing forward when things are less than sunny that I admire greatly. Ah hart thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kat Moulton&lt;/span&gt;-Katherine! (WHAT?!) Katherine is my other half, the answer to my heart's duet, my bosom friend, and a truly kindred spirit. I love being able to do an air kiss to her in English and...well, have her understand EXACTLY what I mean. She doesn't criticize me when I weep during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Crucible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;, because she's weeping too! Ahh. It's nice to have a weeping friend. Not to mention the time we started a revolutionary uprising in seventh grade together...Ben Franklin and P. Henry all the way. I also appreciate the fact that we can quote all of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/span&gt; together, among many other things....("But I don't have any black dresses!" "I believe we all know what key she will sing in...F...major! Ahahaha!" "That will NOT help you decide." And so forth.) She is swell, and one of the most compassionate people I know. She is loving and gentle and sweet and I pretty much adore her. Kat, you're the bee's knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miriam Bay&lt;/span&gt;-This woman is like a fountain of good advice. She has a great sense of knowing when to take someone seriously and is loving in the extreme.  I love when I see her in the hallway and we both throw off our backpacks and stand in a very serious western-style showdown in the middle of the commons, outside class, inside class, and anywhere it strikes our fancy, really. It's a joy to have a sweet nemesis like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew Woodruff&lt;/span&gt;-This boy is like a walking dose of self-esteem. Every time I see him he smiles at me and makes me feel great. He loves everyone and is always willing to listen and help me whenever I need it. He loves Doctor Who (and other things that go "ding") and we have had many excellent times together. A+ material, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Wilson&lt;/span&gt;-"You're the one that wanted to have kids, woman!" Does that sum it up? :) But really, I love hanging out with John. He is hilarious. I love that we can talk music together, that's not something I get to do very often with anyone but my mom. Having someone that appreciates the same type of music you do is always a blessing. And besides, we make a really cute redneck couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catie Brown&lt;/span&gt;-This is the woman I go to with my guy problems. She's always very understanding of my distress and the stupidity of men, which makes her an excellent person to talk to about anything man-related. We met as foolish flute girls in the seventh grade, and we've been tight ever since. Playing dress-up with her is always....interesting...but we have so much fun. I love her to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whitney Carlson&lt;/span&gt;-Oh, do we ever go back. Whitney was the very first friend I had in Provo. We've gone from playing with stuffed animals and reading Magic Tree House books in library class to squealing over our beautiful prom dresses and arguing about whose turn it is to drive to school, and I'm sure years from now we'll be sitting in her front room talking about our jobs and husbands while our babies play on the floor. She is so beautiful and kind and compassionate and funny, I'm glad to have been her friend all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian Paiva&lt;/span&gt;-Yippie kai yay....but for real. Christian is hilarious and has a special way of brightening my day. I love hanging out with him. Especially when we watch the X-Files or go ice-skating together. Also, you wouldn't know it, but he is full of good advice. We've had many a late night conversation about all sorts of deep things. Good times, my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yon Soo Park&lt;/span&gt;-This woman is just full of kindness. She's always willing to go out of her way to make me comfortable and happy, and she genuinely loves being nice to people. She's so sweet and thoughtful and basically gorgeous, and I love being around her. We have had many, many good times... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to the founder of the post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew Woodruff.&lt;/span&gt;  I feel it's only right to acknowledge the inspiration. We got to watch  LotR the other day at his house with a bunch of other excellent people,  and it was so much fun. He's a great kid, and mostly I adore reading his  blog. It inspires me to be a better person and do thoughtful posts like  this one. Thanks, Andrew! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my darlings, but I am getting very, very tired. I have left off so many people I want to talk about, but you must know that I love you. Truly I do, whoever you may be, even if you're not mentioned in this post. There are so many people that bless my life that I can't begin to number them. My parents, my brothers, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, and all my extraordinary friends--I love you. Thank you all so much for loving me and and talking to me and playing with me and taking such wonderful care of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2150075794439097604?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2150075794439097604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2150075794439097604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2150075794439097604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2150075794439097604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-put-it-gently.html' title='To Put It Gently....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2093664274999415232</id><published>2011-04-18T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:43:38.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Somewhere I've been? This is getting boring already. Who knows if I'll actually finish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ36rq9tF3Y/TaywT_EwvdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d-VAO9DyGos/s1600/DSCN5166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ36rq9tF3Y/TaywT_EwvdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d-VAO9DyGos/s320/DSCN5166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597042294310092242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lake Powell. Not that it's anywhere particularly exotic, but I sure love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2093664274999415232?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2093664274999415232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2093664274999415232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2093664274999415232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2093664274999415232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ36rq9tF3Y/TaywT_EwvdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d-VAO9DyGos/s72-c/DSCN5166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-6919519877778134772</id><published>2011-04-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:31:31.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Something I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQiHlzBGSnk/TauiXvSYFAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IhyNR9lfSxY/s1600/strawberries1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQiHlzBGSnk/TauiXvSYFAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IhyNR9lfSxY/s320/strawberries1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596745490652206082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is a lazy post. Suffice to say, I love (LOVE) strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Family/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Family/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-6919519877778134772?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/6919519877778134772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=6919519877778134772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6919519877778134772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6919519877778134772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQiHlzBGSnk/TauiXvSYFAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IhyNR9lfSxY/s72-c/strawberries1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-8957090736082877866</id><published>2011-04-16T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:08:33.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me and my cute friends. I love them a whole bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67dNXUj7vw0/Tao53dRo9AI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hNLjwmx1fFg/s1600/Morp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67dNXUj7vw0/Tao53dRo9AI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hNLjwmx1fFg/s320/Morp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596349111875466242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, my day today. Let me tell you about it. I woke up decently early....like....say...ten? Ha. Anyway, I got up not very early and ate breakfast, which is weird. I never eat breakfast even though I love it. Explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I mowed the lawn, which took a ridiculously long time. The grass was a beast. Then I vacuumed the living room at my mother's request and on a random impulse, swept and mopped the kitchen and hallway. Why? I couldn't say. Sometimes I like cleaning. I also cleaned the sinks and counters, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then, since I was feeling ambitious, I decided to make something I'd never made before. I didn't have anything in mind, and the only guidelines were delicious dessert. So on random impulse, I set about the task of making peanut butter blondies. And I am quite pleased with the way they turned out. Actually, extremely pleased. Even though I almost messed them up on numerous occasions, they are quite excellent.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went hiking with Katelyn, Jozi, Cami, John, MC, Chase, and Parker up Rock Canyon. We had quite a blast. Then me and Cami came back and ate my delicious peanut butter creations, and then I took one to John and his mom fed me delicious bread.&lt;br /&gt;And then I drove home with the windows down and enjoyed the absolutely lovely spring evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious day! I'm tired. And desperately in need of a shower. Oh and dinner, I need to eat dinner. And do my physics homework. Hmmmmm. We'll see if that actually gets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1=success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-8957090736082877866?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/8957090736082877866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=8957090736082877866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8957090736082877866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8957090736082877866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67dNXUj7vw0/Tao53dRo9AI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hNLjwmx1fFg/s72-c/Morp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-501489018337597027</id><published>2011-04-16T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:48:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Doing This?</title><content type='html'>I don't know. But I'm going to do it anyway....oh the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Day Challenge, here I come! (On an side note...challenge? How is this a challenge? WHO CAME UP WITH THIS? Why am I conforming to the popularity of this nonsense? Why?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 – A picture of somewhere you've been to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – A picture of you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – Your ideal first date.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – Your dream wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 – A song to match your mood.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – Put your iPod on shuffle. List the first 10 songs that play.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – Nicknames you have and why you have them.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – A baby picture.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the last 30 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I guess we'll see how this goes. Hmm. Look for Day 1 in approximately four to five hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-501489018337597027?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/501489018337597027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=501489018337597027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/501489018337597027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/501489018337597027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-am-i-doing-this.html' title='Why Am I Doing This?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-610221778339387635</id><published>2011-04-10T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:10:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full Plate</title><content type='html'>Background: I came home from church two hours early on account of feeling very ill, and, after determining what to eat (chicken noodle soup...ahh) I decided I should buck up and at least get some reading done for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/span&gt; would be much more tolerable if I was rewarding myself with a less horrible book in between every few chapters. So I went into my room and thought to myself, "What am I reading right now that I could use in between?" and found all these books sitting on my bedside table in the state of being partially read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Life of Pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70I3pnxgty4/TaIapY-DBhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0govORAYsng/s1600/life_of_pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70I3pnxgty4/TaIapY-DBhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0govORAYsng/s320/life_of_pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594062985527232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Persuasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqw-f99-hAQ/TaIaxnkpo8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zHnwYj5lAtA/s1600/persuasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqw-f99-hAQ/TaIaxnkpo8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zHnwYj5lAtA/s320/persuasion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594063126886196162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gone with the Wind&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLOt4F_rtYM/TaIa8fBqWtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TlOBZ212804/s1600/Gone%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Bwind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLOt4F_rtYM/TaIa8fBqWtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TlOBZ212804/s320/Gone%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Bwind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594063313570519762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2YL3EN31gA/TaIbLxl3G5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wHPKH0L4je8/s1600/tuesdayswmorrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2YL3EN31gA/TaIbLxl3G5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wHPKH0L4je8/s320/tuesdayswmorrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594063576252226450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ella Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6nfM7lc__A/TaIbYDIhkcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WM1eInHggzI/s1600/ella_enchanted_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6nfM7lc__A/TaIbYDIhkcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WM1eInHggzI/s320/ella_enchanted_book_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594063787119448514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Shipping News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2_09-TrT2M/TaIbnsxnHJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/c8b5DybeXrU/s1600/shipping%2Bnews.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2_09-TrT2M/TaIbnsxnHJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/c8b5DybeXrU/s320/shipping%2Bnews.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594064055995669650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Heart of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX7MZ2phVNo/TaIb0tLbvOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DCXTjO34dTE/s1600/darkness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX7MZ2phVNo/TaIb0tLbvOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DCXTjO34dTE/s320/darkness.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594064279442275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Calvin and Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G64fymW9lt4/TaIb_0KSxHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rwrmm0cRo2s/s1600/AnimatedCalvinAndHobbes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G64fymW9lt4/TaIb_0KSxHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rwrmm0cRo2s/s320/AnimatedCalvinAndHobbes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594064470295102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJVCMp_kMuw/TaIcQ75ZoII/AAAAAAAAAU4/-pXAhOGU9x8/s1600/Book%2Bof%2BMormon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJVCMp_kMuw/TaIcQ75ZoII/AAAAAAAAAU4/-pXAhOGU9x8/s320/Book%2Bof%2BMormon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594064764429508738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, technically speaking, I am in the process of reading ten books right now (if you can count Calvin and Hobbes and The Book of Mormon, which I'm always reading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask me why I don't just finish one book and move on to another....and I will not have a good answer for you. I just can't seem to come to terms with one at a time! Oh well, at least I have a lot to do over Spring Break! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-610221778339387635?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/610221778339387635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=610221778339387635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/610221778339387635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/610221778339387635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/full-plate.html' title='A Full Plate'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70I3pnxgty4/TaIapY-DBhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0govORAYsng/s72-c/life_of_pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-7315113932343360361</id><published>2011-04-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:31:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather.</title><content type='html'>Whether or not to blog about the weather.... Ha ha. I love words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been solemnly instructed by a parental unit to blog about the weather. So, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather. It's everywhere. The best thing about weather is....um....wind. I like wind, actually. It's so awesome. Wind can be refreshing or threatening or foreboding (!) or tickly or...anything really. I love wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love flowers. There are hyacinths and daffodils and irises and tulips coming up in our garden out front. They smell like heaven. I don't even mind the awkward snow/sun combinations we keep having because they make the flowers smell amazing. Seriously, I hope heaven smells like my garden does. Dirt and everything. (I like the smell of dirt. Is that weird?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else about weather? Random rain storms, I like those. Oh boy, I just realized I'm excited for summer lightning storms. Those are so cool. I hope the lightning strikes some sand so I can go glass hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rambles on incoherently about the weather for a little while longer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love spring!&lt;/span&gt; That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBEiFIvGir8/TZvroGH4nBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nYLO0uNFsjc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBEiFIvGir8/TZvroGH4nBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nYLO0uNFsjc/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592322436381580306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-7315113932343360361?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/7315113932343360361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=7315113932343360361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7315113932343360361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7315113932343360361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/04/weather.html' title='Weather.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBEiFIvGir8/TZvroGH4nBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nYLO0uNFsjc/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-386812932123348360</id><published>2011-03-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:13:08.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Jane Austen. How I Wish to Be Thee.</title><content type='html'>Ooookay. So here's the low down. Yesterday I went to see Jane Austen's Persuasion at BYU. And it was so well done! The actors were excellent, the costumes were fantastic, the scenery was so fitting, and everything was just ship shape (forgive the pun, anyone that knows what I'm talking about...) But really, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I thought to myself, I wish I was Jane Austen. She was so awesome. She wrote incredibly witty books for someone of her age. She was intelligent and pretty....and she never got married, but that's not the point. I wish I could be as unique and entertaining an author as she was. I don't think I'll ever be able to be though! Oh well. Now you'll have to endure a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen men and wallow in pity with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYMnr7MMQfs/TYaJA7DDKaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eckdUo6uOOg/s1600/Mr.%2BBingley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYMnr7MMQfs/TYaJA7DDKaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eckdUo6uOOg/s320/Mr.%2BBingley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586303036743166370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO1_gA25nlw/TYaIM2YDc8I/AAAAAAAAASY/gEyQV2SL2AI/s1600/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO1_gA25nlw/TYaIM2YDc8I/AAAAAAAAASY/gEyQV2SL2AI/s320/brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586302142135890882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKzgYIeO5Z4/TYaIRXurgeI/AAAAAAAAASg/PR0gW0mpKTA/s1600/Captain%2BWent..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1b-mCVRUXF8/TYaIb1ZKrZI/AAAAAAAAASw/761ERdwEzZI/s320/Col.%2BFitzwilliam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586302399570161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khrECpRUR_I/TYaIlfp-n4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/VWauUWw1g9I/s1600/Edward%2BFerrars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khrECpRUR_I/TYaIlfp-n4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/VWauUWw1g9I/s320/Edward%2BFerrars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586302565533785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Um9iwhHStEY/TYaIui_-YSI/AAAAAAAAATA/pXC6r0aEEic/s1600/Mr.%2BKnightley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Um9iwhHStEY/TYaIui_-YSI/AAAAAAAAATA/pXC6r0aEEic/s320/Mr.%2BKnightley.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586302721050173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtiTfy2HF7U/TYaI3z10heI/AAAAAAAAATI/u566NOa6xf4/s1600/Mr.%2BDarcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtiTfy2HF7U/TYaI3z10heI/AAAAAAAAATI/u566NOa6xf4/s320/Mr.%2BDarcy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586302880189810146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...just for the heck of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyFC56lkkRs/TYaJgK0B5jI/AAAAAAAAATY/uYpEcfvVoMo/s1600/silverado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyFC56lkkRs/TYaJgK0B5jI/AAAAAAAAATY/uYpEcfvVoMo/s320/silverado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586303573551081010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-386812932123348360?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/386812932123348360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=386812932123348360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/386812932123348360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/386812932123348360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-jane-austen-how-i-wish-to-be-thee.html' title='Oh Jane Austen. How I Wish to Be Thee.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYMnr7MMQfs/TYaJA7DDKaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eckdUo6uOOg/s72-c/Mr.%2BBingley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-6061981216222706988</id><published>2011-03-15T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:06:14.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys.</title><content type='html'>They are an epic waste of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-6061981216222706988?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/6061981216222706988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=6061981216222706988' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6061981216222706988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6061981216222706988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/03/boys.html' title='Boys.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2952284949847627557</id><published>2011-03-09T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:07:39.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts on a Wednesday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have days where you just do not feel like you know what's going on? In or outside of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much how I feel today. (I feel hypocritical writing this after my deep gratitude post, and I wonder why I can't be humble all the time, but there you have it.) Today, I don't feel like I know who I am. I feel like I don't know where I'm going, I feel like I don't know where I've been, I feel like I don't know what I want or what I like or...anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I vent to my friends about this kind of problem, I get responses like "You're a wonderful person! You're so smart and nice and pretty and you're so good at everything you do!" Not that those are bad in any way, shape, or form. It's really nice to hear those things, and I'm grateful to my darling friends I complain to. Just by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when people say things like that, I have to wonder if that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I am or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; I am. And then I realize that those things are probably the same. But are they? Is what you are the same thing as who you are? Are you what you're good at? I mean obviously we're defined by the things we do. And for the most part, I do the things I'm good at (or think I'm good at, at any rate). And I really enjoy them. But is that who I am? What does that even MEAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I look over this extremely angst-y, over-thought post and realize I'm blowing this all out of proportion. (And I'm fine, Mom. For real.) Just some deep thoughts on a Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2952284949847627557?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2952284949847627557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2952284949847627557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2952284949847627557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2952284949847627557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/03/deep-thoughts-on-wednesday-afternoon.html' title='Deep Thoughts on a Wednesday Afternoon'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-5108127281466165838</id><published>2011-03-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:40:09.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Some days just humble you into tears and onto your knees. Today was that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe how wrapped and tangled up I get in my own life. I complain over Physics homework. I think my life is difficult because I didn't get to practice as long as I wanted to. The guy I like doesn't like me back and I'm always up late doing homework. I'm not as skinny as I want to be and everyone is asking too much of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember that there are people surrounding me that have real problems, and I cry for being selfish and forgetting that I am blessed above and beyond anything I can ever hope to deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I have a family that I adore, and that will put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that my siblings and parents are all healthy.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that my parents have jobs and can support our family.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I am strong and smart and am capable of doing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anything&lt;/span&gt; I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the biggest hurt of my life is healing. The person that injured me more than I ever thought he could turned his life around and is doing wonderful things with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people don't have those things. And I can't believe I ever forget to be thankful for them. Many of my friends have lost parents and siblings to diseases and accidents. Kids I know are ruining their lives with drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my amazing family that love me and I am grateful. I look at my incredible friends with strong testimonies and I am grateful. I have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. I look at the people literally surrounding me that are ready at a moment's notice to let me scream or cry or vent or talk whenever I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs-8VupBiYw/TXWy_HpXbPI/AAAAAAAAARo/UwHlTC7l3xo/s1600/JesusChrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs-8VupBiYw/TXWy_HpXbPI/AAAAAAAAARo/UwHlTC7l3xo/s320/JesusChrist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581564110649650418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-5108127281466165838?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/5108127281466165838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=5108127281466165838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5108127281466165838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5108127281466165838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/03/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs-8VupBiYw/TXWy_HpXbPI/AAAAAAAAARo/UwHlTC7l3xo/s72-c/JesusChrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-4300934619455854603</id><published>2011-02-07T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:00:49.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am In Love Part 2</title><content type='html'>It's February, so it's okay to be in love this much. So it's time for another confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bananas about the leading men of the classic musicals. They have so much talent and they're so handsome and funny and great dancers and singers. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wasting time on facebook the other day and I came across a link to a blog on one of my friend's walls. So naturally I followed it and by happen chance found a post about Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have always loved Mickey Rooney, but the first time I ever saw him in a movie was Pete's Dragon, and anyone who has ever seen it knows that he is quite elderly in that particular movie. But I realized he must have been young at some point. So, I spent the rest of the day watching old Andy Hardy shows and giggling at his young cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTJxSy3sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dec5qfkEqgU/s1600/mickey_rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTJxSy3sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dec5qfkEqgU/s320/mickey_rooney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571184903861755586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTohVdMtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cW-sp95IKTM/s1600/Mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTohVdMtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cW-sp95IKTM/s320/Mickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571185432153895634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Matt, my mom thinks you look just like him in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTjG-4JtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qUESxmE2WbE/s1600/Mickey%2Band%2BJudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTjG-4JtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qUESxmE2WbE/s320/Mickey%2Band%2BJudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571185339180525266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and Judy. Cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. And oh, Howard Keel. Just.....dang. I love, love, LOVE Howard Keel's voice. It's so rich and deep. He is so manly I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDUcHQARlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vbTaj_FIHFc/s1600/Keel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDUcHQARlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vbTaj_FIHFc/s320/Keel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571186318504904274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDUnk1QrNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/u8Xs4MsY8-Y/s1600/Howard%2BKeel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDUnk1QrNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/u8Xs4MsY8-Y/s320/Howard%2BKeel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571186515424357586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to look good clean-shaven AND as a scruffy back-woodsman is a talent possessed by very few men in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDU4kMJMhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bojYqhqz8EU/s1600/hk_eel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDU4kMJMhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bojYqhqz8EU/s320/hk_eel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571186807309677074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look! He's a cowboy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was watching Guys and Dolls. Frank Sinatra. I die and go to heaven every time that man opens his mouth. His voice is just so...perfect. Round and smooth and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDVyHy_KRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/E0F0IgpEbf4/s1600/Frank%2BSinatra%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDVyHy_KRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/E0F0IgpEbf4/s320/Frank%2BSinatra%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571187796120381714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him in On The Town. His character is so air-headed and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDWB9X2xGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a0OGVFeyQcI/s1600/Frank%2BSinatra%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDWB9X2xGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a0OGVFeyQcI/s320/Frank%2BSinatra%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571188068200137826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the kind of smile you could fall in love with at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDWRda9dDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NSlkGDnYjng/s1600/Frank%2BSinatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDWRda9dDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NSlkGDnYjng/s320/Frank%2BSinatra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571188334501131314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this. Oh this. He looks like he's being caught in the act of doing something naughty and is going to (very easily) charm his way out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I watched Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Oh Dick Van Dyke. How I love that man. I have loved him ever since the first time I saw Mary Poppins when I was but a wee child. I adore his goofy faces and understated humor. He is quite wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDXCoExygI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qWmqZth96uo/s1600/Dick%2BVan%2BDyke%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDXCoExygI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qWmqZth96uo/s320/Dick%2BVan%2BDyke%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571189179174472194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my all-time favorite movie scenes EVER. Mostly for the face he pulls. Go look it up if you don't know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDXZIinbQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cND6ePzvQyw/s1600/Dick%2BVan%2BDyke%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDXZIinbQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cND6ePzvQyw/s320/Dick%2BVan%2BDyke%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571189565846678786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just looks like an uncle, like he's about to tease you and ruffle your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDXzyuIPRI/AAAAAAAAARA/bEfwBF6mEhU/s1600/Dick%2BVan%2BDyke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDXzyuIPRI/AAAAAAAAARA/bEfwBF6mEhU/s320/Dick%2BVan%2BDyke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571190023845854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And underneath all that goofiness, he's really quite handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, for the biggest crush I've ever had. On anyone. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;(You probably think I'm kidding. I am NOT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved him since I was about four years old. One time in class, we were playing a rhythm game where we said the names of different celebrities. Other kids threw out names like Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, and Michael Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Gene Kelly. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDYidXZgzI/AAAAAAAAARI/mhAAlNBL0sY/s1600/Gene%2BKelly%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDYidXZgzI/AAAAAAAAARI/mhAAlNBL0sY/s320/Gene%2BKelly%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571190825567224626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him dance is pure, unadulterated entertainment. He is SO incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDY8loxk0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Sn1NHaNKk3Y/s1600/Gene%2BKelly%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDY8loxk0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Sn1NHaNKk3Y/s320/Gene%2BKelly%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571191274464187202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. This is the movie in which I fell in love with him. I watched Singin' In The Rain at least once a day every day for about five years. And I never got tired of his gorgeous singing and amazing dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDZd3tf3RI/AAAAAAAAARY/mAWur5dymns/s1600/Gene%2BKelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDZd3tf3RI/AAAAAAAAARY/mAWur5dymns/s320/Gene%2BKelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571191846251519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And completely apart from his mad serenading skills and ridiculous dance moves, he's a total heartthrob to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching a musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-4300934619455854603?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/4300934619455854603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=4300934619455854603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/4300934619455854603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/4300934619455854603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-in-love-part-2.html' title='I Am In Love Part 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TVDTJxSy3sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dec5qfkEqgU/s72-c/mickey_rooney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-702272443490561254</id><published>2011-01-28T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:59:47.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am In Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIibI_n6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/vUgBCrcgOPg/s1600/Prince%2BEdward%2BIsland%2BDX%2BNews.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I guess it's about time you all knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have something of an unhealthy infatuation with&lt;br /&gt;the ocean. And I really wish I lived closer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't, so I'll just make a wishful blog post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNJ7KuL70I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Myts545yW-w/s1600/1219_07_65---Sunset-over-the-Pacific-Ocean--California--USA_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNJ7KuL70I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Myts545yW-w/s320/1219_07_65---Sunset-over-the-Pacific-Ocean--California--USA_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567374845199249218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNJND7cb4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/nik_-i3FUFc/s1600/Prince%2BEdward%2BIsland%2BDX%2BNews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNJND7cb4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/nik_-i3FUFc/s320/Prince%2BEdward%2BIsland%2BDX%2BNews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567374053101825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIgH8T25I/AAAAAAAAAPE/-z7JJ-7o15M/s1600/pei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIgH8T25I/AAAAAAAAAPE/-z7JJ-7o15M/s320/pei2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373281085086610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIddBH5SI/AAAAAAAAAO8/g2bHIFvogAc/s1600/oregon_coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIddBH5SI/AAAAAAAAAO8/g2bHIFvogAc/s320/oregon_coast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373235202811170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIbC4N3xI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zXUBopbCoKE/s1600/ocean_surface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIbC4N3xI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zXUBopbCoKE/s320/ocean_surface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373193826393874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIYFNmSUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XfU4a72LBa4/s1600/ocean2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIYFNmSUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XfU4a72LBa4/s320/ocean2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373142913337666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIV1tg1vI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VXqI4BnAt1U/s1600/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIV1tg1vI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VXqI4BnAt1U/s320/ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373104392492786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNITZb9PzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jD531SI7ty4/s1600/murray-harbour-pei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNITZb9PzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jD531SI7ty4/s320/murray-harbour-pei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373062442925874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIMF_cg1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/KVlIkDr9eDY/s1600/oswald-west-oregon-coast-1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIMF_cg1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/KVlIkDr9eDY/s320/oswald-west-oregon-coast-1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567372936963982162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIIbYrkBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XGKx_UhvQbc/s1600/blue_ocean-dsc05506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNIIbYrkBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XGKx_UhvQbc/s320/blue_ocean-dsc05506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567372873987493906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*contented sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-702272443490561254?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/702272443490561254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=702272443490561254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/702272443490561254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/702272443490561254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-in-love.html' title='I Am In Love.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TUNJ7KuL70I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Myts545yW-w/s72-c/1219_07_65---Sunset-over-the-Pacific-Ocean--California--USA_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-5548954629823813378</id><published>2011-01-20T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:46:22.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective Time-Wasting 101</title><content type='html'>List of "important" things to do (or at least work on) today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Global Citizen Project. This one is a serious project. It's gonna take some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Math homework. I don't understand it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice. Solo and ensemble is just around the corner, with lots of extra band/orchestra music on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Schemes/Tropes Project. Another big one. This definitely needs some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Crucible. Not VERY important, but needs some reading nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Shipping News. I am behind schedule on that one, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Call several relatives to ask about donating to my "I'm poor but I'm still going on tour" fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean my room. I can't get to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take the dog for a walk. Even a short one would suffice, but he needs to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Get referrals from Momi so I can get my P.E. credit so I can graduate high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, being who I am, I started in on this formidable pile of work the moment I got home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the referrals before I came home, called the relatives while I walked the dog, cleaned my room, practiced for two hours, and read The Crucible and The Shipping News in between projects. Also, I finished my math homework. Then, with hours to spare, I relaxed and enjoyed a few moments to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I forgot to get the referrals from Momi before I came home. I then proceeded to come home and watch Robin Hood for an hour before going to the temple for another two and a half hours. Then I came home&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and played Plants vs. Zombies for....well, a long time. I also ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not walk the dog, call the relatives, do the projects, read the books, finish the homework, practice, or clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stewed about it for a while and was resolved to go at least finish the math homework for tomorrow. Then I decided it would be a better idea to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think I'd have figured it out by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-5548954629823813378?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/5548954629823813378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=5548954629823813378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5548954629823813378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5548954629823813378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/01/effective-time-wasting-101.html' title='Effective Time-Wasting 101'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2790169456783595158</id><published>2011-01-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:52:21.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Can Do Without</title><content type='html'>Remember that post a little while back that was about everything I love about you that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be getting over you? Well, this time we're getting down to business. Today, I am officially over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a vow not to cry anymore and a bar of chocolate, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I Don't Like About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Yes, some of these are highly irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was never your first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You forgot about me a bit too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were embarrassed to be seen "together" in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your hands look really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You laughed when I was hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You expected me to be there for you every hour of every day, when you weren't prepared to do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're way, WAY too concerned with what other people think about you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are you trying to impress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You treated your friends like they were a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You forgot my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You take other people to Wendy's...you wouldn't even go to Wendy's if it weren't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You act like you are much, much cooler than you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You strut. Strut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Sorry, I was going to reply but I fell asleep and forgot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You sleep too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You are more important than ANYBODY else is. *cough...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You asked me to help you pick Valentine's presents for your girlfriend. Whom I happen to love, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You never, ever plan ahead. Everything is random and impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your socks are really dumb. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift, yes? I could really go on for a long time, but I won't, even though this is vastly liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am officially over you. (You should try getting over yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2790169456783595158?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2790169456783595158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2790169456783595158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2790169456783595158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2790169456783595158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-can-do-without.html' title='What I Can Do Without'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-8154134856413021998</id><published>2011-01-01T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:08:55.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men of Mystery</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or are detectives wildly attractive? I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll rattle off some of my favorite detectives in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Adrian Monk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-gLWqbHCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_RcAWQ2h7Ik/s1600/Monk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-gLWqbHCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_RcAWQ2h7Ik/s320/Monk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557336582121004066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's a genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Geniuses are always attractive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Doctor Who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-gdqYJ05I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_CKZCPUQUAc/s1600/Doctor%2BWho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-gdqYJ05I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_CKZCPUQUAc/s320/Doctor%2BWho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557336896650728338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at that face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sherlock Holmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-hiqIPLDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q5BU8HX6Tws/s1600/861849-sherlockholmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-hiqIPLDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q5BU8HX6Tws/s320/861849-sherlockholmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557338081994943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Classy?&lt;br /&gt;(I think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Hardy Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-h2ICTJtI/AAAAAAAAANE/J25yxnanjQY/s1600/Hardy%2BBoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-h2ICTJtI/AAAAAAAAANE/J25yxnanjQY/s320/Hardy%2BBoys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557338416440616658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smart teenage boys?&lt;br /&gt;*swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Shawn Spencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-ie6_SllI/AAAAAAAAANM/q9FWp-7GA0c/s1600/Shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-ie6_SllI/AAAAAAAAANM/q9FWp-7GA0c/s320/Shawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557339117312972370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I even need to say anything about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No. No I don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really, what is it about detectives that makes them so irresistible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the suave way they handle situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No. Adrian Monk is not suave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the slightly tousled, five o clock shadow look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No. The Hardy Boys are too young to have five o clock shadows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the straightforward, no-nonsense gathering of facts and clues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No. Shawn Spencer is nothing but nonsense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'll always be a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But whatever it is, they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; got it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-8154134856413021998?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/8154134856413021998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=8154134856413021998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8154134856413021998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8154134856413021998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2011/01/men-of-mystery.html' title='Men of Mystery'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TR-gLWqbHCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_RcAWQ2h7Ik/s72-c/Monk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-8120231208860572572</id><published>2010-12-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:04:52.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Weren't Aware....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TQrhSbI-8jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SzY_4UV2nnQ/s1600/KISS_ME_KATE-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TQrhSbI-8jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SzY_4UV2nnQ/s320/KISS_ME_KATE-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551497197326889522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-8120231208860572572?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/8120231208860572572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=8120231208860572572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8120231208860572572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8120231208860572572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-case-you-werent-aware.html' title='In Case You Weren&apos;t Aware....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TQrhSbI-8jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SzY_4UV2nnQ/s72-c/KISS_ME_KATE-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-7533815896747803268</id><published>2010-12-12T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:26:00.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By Kat...</title><content type='html'>Kat's angst-y post about boys was so inspiring that now I...am getting distracted by a Reese's commercial. Oh how I love Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. But that's not the point! Gah. Let me try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing. You've been one of my life's best friends (so far), and I truly miss how close we used to be. Originally this was supposed to be a post about how well I am doing not thinking about you, but instead, I'm going to list all the things I loved about our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You were there for me when I thought I had nowhere to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You let me cry when I wanted to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You invited me over just because we enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You played with my little brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You taught me how to wakeboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You would take me to Wendy's whenever it struck my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You kidnapped me on my birthday so we could watch cowboy movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You stayed up late to talk to me when I needed to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You came over to do math homework with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You put up with all my complaining about silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You fell asleep whenever we were watching tv, and didn't mind when I woke you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You offered to hold my hand so I'd have the courage to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You went fishing with my dad and little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You didn't mind when I laughed at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You let me play your piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your mom always fed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your dogs loved me (and I loved them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your family told me that they liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You always knew when something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I go on? You were a great friend to me. But I stood by while you went through quite a few girlfriends who you didn't really care about, and who didn't really care about you. I pretended not to care that you didn't get me a birthday present. I pulled myself together when I was sick and you wanted to do something. I helped you choose Valentine's gifts for your girlfriends. I hung out with you and your girlfriend whenever you asked me because no one else would (even thought it was painful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably never even noticed. You probably don't care that our friendship will never be quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn up? Yeah. Feeling better? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-7533815896747803268?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/7533815896747803268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=7533815896747803268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7533815896747803268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7533815896747803268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspired-by-kat.html' title='Inspired By Kat...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-3168132247658272054</id><published>2010-12-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:59:33.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Any Day Can Stand a Few More Laughs...</title><content type='html'>"I need big thumbs for the manly things that men do. Like hitting things...with hammers. ESPECIALLY sledge hammers." -Nick W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be offended if I don't write anything profane. I mean profound!" -Mary N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm masculine and easy." -Sister Liana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voldemort's not really a party animal..." -Joseph C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zombiism and communism go hand in hand!" -Nick W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I pulled your toe, I heard piano music." -Kaela C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a Nobel Prize for cooking? No, seriously!" -Nick W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kate is like a cape in that she's flowing and beautiful, and she'll strangle you if you put her on too tight." -Andy P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought Jesus spoke English!" -Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Mom, he scattered my pants across the galaxy!" -Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're trying to argue with me, but we have no....qualms." -Riley B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good times like a stream of gold cheese." -Christian P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I curse your mustaches. BOTH OF THEM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus was a lot like Elvis, only WAY more famous!" -Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the moon was a banana, it would have enough potassium to give you a heart attack!" -Nick W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wholeheartedly agree, my African-American brother!" -Melody P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Don't I give good back massages??" -Christian G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once killed a colony of ants. With fire." -Christian P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bassoons sound like someone is farting. Cellos sound like someone is sculpting an angel!" -John W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wig plus my tights equals a party." -Joseph C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's never been pulled over because he...well....never mind." -Mrs. V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh middle finger!" -Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want bacon, pancakes, and dessert for dinner! And for dessert, I want more dessert!" -Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is Steak Sunday. I mean Fast Sunday." -Emma C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nick, look at the flag." "I don't need to! I can see its reflection in your eyes." -Nick W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you imagine how dysfunction society would be if everyone was ME?" -Jozi B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hufflepuff is the platypus of Hogwarts." -Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take the repeats. Now, let's repeat straight through!" -Mr. Larson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to Darwinism, if I hunt only really fast creatures, eventually I'll have rockets for legs." -Christian P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not crazy." "Yeah, if we were crazy, we'd be holding knives." -Christian &amp; Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Veal can apparate onto the Death Star." -Jozi B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henry David Thoreau is going to shoot you. He liked rifles." -Christian P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to move! It's like your marinating my seat!" -Steffany B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That guy is like a buffalo. A wild, rabid buffalo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chopin was like the AC/DC of a long, LONG time ago." -Nick G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, avocados would sell a lot better if they were marketed as zombie pears." -Joseph M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That wasn't a punch! It was a friendly pat on the arm...with my fist." -Nick G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gouda cheese?! I LOVE GOUDA CHEESE! It's like Buddha, but cheese!" -Caleb K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one would know you were wearing a biohazard suit if you were also wearing a Buzz Lightyear costume!" -Jozi B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This book starts with a throng of bearded men and women." -Mrs. V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's play kill your neighbor! The rules are simple." -John W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these lovely quotes have produced some kind of happiness in your soul this day. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-3168132247658272054?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/3168132247658272054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=3168132247658272054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/3168132247658272054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/3168132247658272054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-any-day-can-stand-few-more.html' title='Because Any Day Can Stand a Few More Laughs...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-8007783960322058415</id><published>2010-12-08T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:30:24.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It!</title><content type='html'>The day starts as any day would. You wake up, ready yourself for the day, grab some breakfast (maybe), and before you know it, you find yourself at school. Even still, the day seems decidedly ordinary. Nothing has gone well, nothing has gone badly. UNTIL YOU GET TO THE FIRST PERIOD OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You settle yourself down in your very assigned seat (you wouldn't choose to sit there if it was up to you). The class begins in the usual way, but all of a sudden, an earthquake strikes! You are almost ready to throw yourself under the desk for protection when you notice that nobody else seems disturbed. Then you see that your desk is the only one shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconspicuously, you glance over your shoulder and see that the girl sitting behind you has her feet on the back legs of your desk and is shaking up and down and back and forth like she's having a seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your options at this point are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scoot your desk as far forward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Run screaming from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn around and, while shaking her desk violently, say, "How do you like it now?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These solutions may or may not produce the desired result.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the day is long and sitting in a desk for hours on end gets boring. Really, I do! But could you put your feet down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shake shake shake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your legs to cramp up, so shake them all around if you want! But please, do it away from me and my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shake shake shake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, my desk isn't a massage chair. As much as I'm enjoying this, would it be too much trouble to ask you to hold off until someone else is sitting in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shake shake shake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My notes have random squiggles all over them now because no matter when I put my pencil to the paper, the desk immediately starts shaking under it! I can't focus on the board because my vision is rocking to and fro with the erratic movements of your legs! Just hold still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shake shake shake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to call these people "Shaking Robots." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or someone you love is infected by this common but dangerous disease, please contact your physician right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-8007783960322058415?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/8007783960322058415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=8007783960322058415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8007783960322058415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8007783960322058415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/12/shake-it.html' title='Shake It!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-7707102293236748362</id><published>2010-12-07T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:43:52.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is.....</title><content type='html'>I'm going to assume that most of you have heard that cheesy song about happiness being two kinds of ice cream, finding your skate key, and telling the time. Well, I was thinking about that song today and realized I don't know the rest of the words after those first three happiness...es. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is well known throughout the world, when you don't know the words to a song, there are two solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop singing and pick a song you know the words to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (Which makes much more sense) Make up your own words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made up my own list of happy things to fill in the holes left by my faulty memory for lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing your heart out and really meaning it. Carol of Joy, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing when you think nobody's looking, and continuing to dance when you realize they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a skirt that will poof out when you twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking sun warmed tomatoes off the vine (in the summer, obviously) and DEVOURING them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone hold their arms out for you to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of a glowing Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing to the top of a tree and doing the most hideous, voice-cracking, mannish Tarzan yell you can possibly muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being told your Dad's overly large, plaid (plaid!) Christmas sweater looks good on you. By several people! Not the least of which being two or three very attractive young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a slightly awkward but really excellent back massage from the (really cute) guy you sit next to in A Capella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the solo of your dreams and being complimented by dozens of admiring fans! Dozens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late to finish a book (except when it's Devil in the White City. Don't stay up late to read that one. Read it in broad daylight. Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering and laughing with your friends while another friend does a strange, seductive dance during the baby orchestra's songs. *ahem JOHN WILSON cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling terrible, then coming home and eating a full quarter of a fresh, warm, delicious, homemade apple pie and feeling much, MUCH worse. And yet somehow better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your blog post from LAST December (shamefully close to the top...) and realizing it's not too late to amend your ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffling loudly, which means that the mucus is finally coming out your nose instead of your throat! (Honestly. Be grateful it comes out your nose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being greeted enthusiastically by a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; handsome fellow you may or may not be smitten with. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's nearly Christmas. That in and of itself makes everything else automatically more cheerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Let me explain. (No, there is too much. Let me sum up.) Sometimes, happiness seems like your overall well-being and accomplishment. But let's be real, if your happiness depended entirely on your general condition, we'd be happy a pitifully small percentage of our lives. Happiness can (and should!) be found in unexpected little joys. Like those listed above. Find joy in the journey, my friends! Live to dance in the rain, not simply to weather the storm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite quote of mine from Neil Peart (who is an AMAZING drummer, by the way):&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness isn't a destination, it's a mode of transportation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message for the day: BE HAPPY! And know that I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-7707102293236748362?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/7707102293236748362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=7707102293236748362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7707102293236748362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7707102293236748362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is.....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-5526871748861137911</id><published>2010-08-15T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:11:53.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Bad at Blogging? That's right, it's ME.</title><content type='html'>Wahoo. I forgot I had a blog. Hahaha.....SO. Just in case you were wondering, I am in fact still alive and well. I'm having trouble finding words, so I'll just give you pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGJr4YXzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q0c6sWgS8VE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGJr4YXzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q0c6sWgS8VE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505868414160756530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGTHG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cele1tVsp8I/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGTHG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cele1tVsp8I/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505868576088353970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More el tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGeBpr0JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nyNh4NID_qY/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGeBpr0JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nyNh4NID_qY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505868763602079890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt licks a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGmRPI2VI/AAAAAAAAALA/nTIrfPm8P0U/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGmRPI2VI/AAAAAAAAALA/nTIrfPm8P0U/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505868905224657234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana is enthralled by Wyatt licking a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjG9w3r7OI/AAAAAAAAALI/sAOqyQNOVo8/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjG9w3r7OI/AAAAAAAAALI/sAOqyQNOVo8/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505869308853218530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' classy, Ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjHLcecftI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3cVheWk59FU/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjHLcecftI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3cVheWk59FU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505869543896809170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gets ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-5526871748861137911?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/5526871748861137911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=5526871748861137911' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5526871748861137911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5526871748861137911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-bad-at-blogging-thats-right-its-me.html' title='Who&apos;s Bad at Blogging? That&apos;s right, it&apos;s ME.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/TGjGJr4YXzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q0c6sWgS8VE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-6124790996201160161</id><published>2010-04-19T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:35:43.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was attending a YCL meeting in preparation for Girl's Camp. One of my best friends was there, and while the piles of first years and several other YCLs and leaders played Ride That Pony and various other games, we sat and talked about all sorts of things. BYU football came up, and she suddenly gasped and said, "Oh my gosh, you'll never guess what happened!" Worried, I asked what happened. Apparently, Harvey Unga, who used to be my hero, someone I had a lot of respect for, "removed himself" from the BYU football team for Honor Code Violations. She didn't have the details of why, but I had my suspicions. Later on in the day, it occurred to me to ask one of my other friends, who follows BYU football very closely. He informed me that Harvey's fiancee had also withdrawn from BYU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Harvey. How could you? You can't trust anyone these days, I guess. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S80fgbFKVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4bFkPCSKqN0/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S80fgbFKVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4bFkPCSKqN0/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462056564955960530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I like springtime. It smells and looks fantastic, don't you agree? Also, I got my learner's permit. I am loose on the road, so everyone better watch out. :o) I guess that those two are almost enough to overcome my severe disappointment. Almost. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S80gU7nnuuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WvvlUlIQA-w/s1600/Daffodil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S80gU7nnuuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WvvlUlIQA-w/s320/Daffodil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462057467043625698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, look at that beautiful flower until you feel better. Also, I might recommend a brownie if the picture isn't doing the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel better? Yeah. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/396/6570AAA851BDBB67DF9A3CBECAAEDCA4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-6124790996201160161?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/6124790996201160161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=6124790996201160161' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6124790996201160161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/6124790996201160161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/04/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S80fgbFKVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4bFkPCSKqN0/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-8641977039838162897</id><published>2010-03-22T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:25:43.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Really. I promise I am. 3rd term is SO busy. So now there is a tiny break in the madness before end of year testing, Band Festivals, range and road tests (yikes!) and other such arrapatath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I go for another long break from this blog, I'll update it to prove that I am still breathing. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with big events I've skipped over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My room is finished and I am officially moved in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fbx8K8cFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CN2oGMTBmIY/s1600-h/DSCN2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fbx8K8cFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CN2oGMTBmIY/s320/DSCN2140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451567524967379026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have recently started teaching myself guitar. It's coming along...a little bit. Kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fcNLEyKXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dodRs4f6W1Q/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fcNLEyKXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dodRs4f6W1Q/s320/DSCN2148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451567992824539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Flute. It's everywhere. BYU Festival, Region, UVFF, etc etc. Here's proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fcjx4BqdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4updV6vAC_w/s1600-h/DSCN2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fcjx4BqdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4updV6vAC_w/s320/DSCN2189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451568381197134290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Me and Nicole went to the temple and to Carl's Jr. This was a landmark event because we've been planning it for two months or so, and it finally happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fc9bFVWeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/97IfxdHWDVU/s1600-h/DSCN2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fc9bFVWeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/97IfxdHWDVU/s320/DSCN2195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451568821755533794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paul is doing wonderfully, I believe. Here is one of my favorite pictures of him. And no, I am not quite sure what he is doing. Something awesome, evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fdlvPI-NI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xbdv01BGCFM/s1600-h/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fdlvPI-NI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xbdv01BGCFM/s320/DSCN0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451569514360142034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am doing fairly well right now. Just getting started with term 4 of my sophomore year (yes!) and already looking ahead to my junior year! I'm excited for my classes next year, I think it's gonna be a lot of fun. Band, (hopefully) Choir, Physics, AP English, Pre Calc, AP World History, Seminary, and Lifetime Sports is what I'm hoping for. For now, I'll just focus on getting out of school alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have developed a slight cold, which is silly, because it is spring outside today. One should not be sniffling and sneezing and coughing when the sun is shining! It is a beautiful day today and I think I will go take a walk shortly after I post this here...post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to make brownies. Perhaps I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is your peek into the life of Kate. It's not much, but there you go. Happy Springtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/396/6570AAA851BDBB67DF9A3CBECAAEDCA4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-8641977039838162897?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/8641977039838162897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=8641977039838162897' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8641977039838162897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/8641977039838162897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S6fbx8K8cFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CN2oGMTBmIY/s72-c/DSCN2140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-3353110355409936267</id><published>2010-01-20T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:32:28.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Heartache</title><content type='html'>I miss my brother. But he's in the right place, so I am happy. I have a little heartache. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S1fJ8M4q0-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZGuoYVPuXDI/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S1fJ8M4q0-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZGuoYVPuXDI/s320/097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429029911906669538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/396/6570AAA851BDBB67DF9A3CBECAAEDCA4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-3353110355409936267?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/3353110355409936267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=3353110355409936267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/3353110355409936267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/3353110355409936267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-heartache.html' title='A Little Heartache'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/S1fJ8M4q0-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZGuoYVPuXDI/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-7336466391908526748</id><published>2009-12-29T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:16:53.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Runneth Over</title><content type='html'>Here I am, at home all alone. Thinking about Christmas and New Year's and what January will inevitably bring. My dear brother Paul will be leaving on his mission to Independence, Missouri on January 13th. My homework isn't done. My room is a mess. I'm worried about driving in the snow tomorrow. My stomach hurts and I've had a headache for a week.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so lucky and so blessed. I have a wonderful family that loves me, I have a brother going to do the Lord's work for 2 years, I have another week to finish my homework, I have a nice cozy room to make messes in, we have a car to drive through the snow, and I have Tums and ibuprofen to keep me working properly.&lt;br /&gt;So even though I'm sad and worried and already missing my brother, I have a lot to be thankful for. I get to spend New Year's with my brother one more time. My cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/396/6570AAA851BDBB67DF9A3CBECAAEDCA4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Szpppf06wzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JFNCdzlpVZQ/s1600-h/CupRunnethOver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Szpppf06wzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JFNCdzlpVZQ/s320/CupRunnethOver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420761263132820274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-7336466391908526748?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/7336466391908526748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=7336466391908526748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7336466391908526748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/7336466391908526748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cup-runneth-over.html' title='My Cup Runneth Over'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Szpppf06wzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JFNCdzlpVZQ/s72-c/CupRunnethOver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-4715898145578456071</id><published>2009-12-01T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:21:29.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! This is my Beginning of Christmas post. I think Christmas is my most favorite time of year. I will now list the things I love about Christmas (in no particular order).&lt;br /&gt;1. Watching the old animated Rudolph cartoons&lt;br /&gt;2. Singing and playing Christmas songs with my mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Drinking Sparkling Cider&lt;br /&gt;4. Decorating the tree&lt;br /&gt;5. Playing in the first snow&lt;br /&gt;6. Drinking hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;7. Sledding on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;8. Looking forward to New Year's&lt;br /&gt;9. Reading by the tree&lt;br /&gt;10. Christmas PJ's&lt;br /&gt;11. Taking pictures of exciting Christmas doings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short list, but there are altogether too many things I love about Christmas to list them all. I love everything about Christmas. Even the cold. And speaking of taking Christmas-y pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8Q0T8PNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bImDYB7pMbE/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8Q0T8PNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bImDYB7pMbE/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410437524461731026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the halls decked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8HioeR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/uvecUsT6UJw/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8HioeR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/uvecUsT6UJw/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410437365097187218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8BSrJG_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/oB2pWaRHyDw/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8BSrJG_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/oB2pWaRHyDw/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410437257734200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how you can see the tree through the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW79Cw1huI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rqIv315P4Z0/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW79Cw1huI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rqIv315P4Z0/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410437184743638754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute, Christmas flavored house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW73kz_KfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oHjECrUzysI/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW73kz_KfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oHjECrUzysI/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410437090804443634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade, with a reindeer biting his nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7yO9P_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/eeLGbHkRN1I/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7yO9P_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/eeLGbHkRN1I/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436999038369634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pictures just makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7nfI_ukI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aFJx2VAgqzg/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7nfI_ukI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aFJx2VAgqzg/s320/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436814404041282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special bum shot for Mel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7iC3yv3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jcdI7x3kjbQ/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7iC3yv3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jcdI7x3kjbQ/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436720916348786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Contemplating the true meaning of Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7dgS1JWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DmqZjzKNhZo/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7dgS1JWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DmqZjzKNhZo/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436642915034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the star on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7tIOA0SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p1Ybj8dxaIM/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7tIOA0SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p1Ybj8dxaIM/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436911330283810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sock on the tree was just too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7TICLwjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SwK4l-DvyR8/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7TICLwjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SwK4l-DvyR8/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436464604070450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mommy and her son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7YpO7DhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2zVEjc-awfA/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW7YpO7DhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2zVEjc-awfA/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410436559415217682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the mouse we discovered under the kitchen sink. This is one thing I don't love so much about Christmastime. All the mice come in the house. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Many things that I love about Christmas, all in one bite-sized post! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-4715898145578456071?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/4715898145578456071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=4715898145578456071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/4715898145578456071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/4715898145578456071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2009/12/ready-for-christmas.html' title='Ready For Christmas!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxW8Q0T8PNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bImDYB7pMbE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-2471217340918143854</id><published>2009-11-27T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:37:16.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Munchies</title><content type='html'>This is a Thanksgiving post. It is chock full of pictures (which took me forever to get on here) and should take you a long time to get through. I spent the weekend at my Grandparent's with a lot of my family, and we had a fantastic time playing card games, eating pie, and taking tons of pictures. ;) So, I hope you have a safe voyage through this picture-ful post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOYl6Qn7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/P1GnZy2rD5s/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOYl6Qn7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/P1GnZy2rD5s/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408909336872263602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and his Jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOPVbx1dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dk3AEhJncKM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOPVbx1dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dk3AEhJncKM/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408909177830626770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul nuzzles a cute baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOI8sOQkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pkgjGLiO6b0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOI8sOQkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pkgjGLiO6b0/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408909068109496898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Paul pulled his sad face, Jana would start to cry. SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOD2qcVcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uDIAgZdEBY8/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOD2qcVcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uDIAgZdEBY8/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908980592072130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade...um...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBN_5hplII/AAAAAAAAAGg/pb77aEHoV4c/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBN_5hplII/AAAAAAAAAGg/pb77aEHoV4c/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908912641021058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little monkey man cousin of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBN8b1gZrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LGysKTvuwo0/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBN8b1gZrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LGysKTvuwo0/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908853131634354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a baby eat a single cookie so messily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBN4FMmZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FrgbXEeZSwY/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBN4FMmZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FrgbXEeZSwY/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908778335004642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNyJqCF0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/aVxLPhdfzqc/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNyJqCF0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/aVxLPhdfzqc/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908676452980546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair by Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNtE0eySI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XzWXdRkiM5A/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNtE0eySI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XzWXdRkiM5A/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908589255280930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNmtqwy9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/drrqlQvNE3w/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNmtqwy9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/drrqlQvNE3w/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908479961287634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she seemed to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNfe2GxkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JEqv7VQSBbc/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNfe2GxkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JEqv7VQSBbc/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908355723249218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNajdBnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2prKCByWB78/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNajdBnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2prKCByWB78/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908271060884498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt decided I needed a kiss. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNUV-l4jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ezwSal_mEwY/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNUV-l4jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ezwSal_mEwY/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908164364362290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me laugh SO hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNOw6acaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L93wP9zATSQ/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNOw6acaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L93wP9zATSQ/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408908068515377570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana and Paul are best buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNJ7k9V3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pXKey6sO3JI/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNJ7k9V3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pXKey6sO3JI/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907985478834034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNFfBeU0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JcD-rhLvV5k/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNFfBeU0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JcD-rhLvV5k/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907909094331202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey James boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNBWA7ahI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bdgrmCKR06Y/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBNBWA7ahI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bdgrmCKR06Y/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907837956647442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a drink, James...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBM7809knI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zA7tSMYRzG0/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBM7809knI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zA7tSMYRzG0/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907745296224882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and his little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBM2_rOjiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XKUFVCOdv9Y/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBM2_rOjiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XKUFVCOdv9Y/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907660161355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daddy and his babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBMxmsk-sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vDQbQMIn5fY/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBMxmsk-sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vDQbQMIn5fY/s320/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907567556786882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loves James' upside down smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBMs7vr8CI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQutCshO7j4/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBMs7vr8CI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQutCshO7j4/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408907487307624482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHEESE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, you made it! I sincerely hope you enjoyed looking through these pictures as much as I did. I am blessed to have such a wonderful family who love me and let me take pictures of our craziness together. I couldn't have handpicked them better myself! I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Since it's officially the day after Thanksgiving, I feel no guilt in this Christmas background. Also I'm okay to help put up Christmas decorations. WAHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-2471217340918143854?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2471217340918143854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=2471217340918143854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2471217340918143854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/2471217340918143854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-munchies.html' title='Thanksgiving Munchies'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SxBOYl6Qn7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/P1GnZy2rD5s/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-130780464623726104</id><published>2009-11-09T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:15:56.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided to stop being lazy!</title><content type='html'>So. I'm finally gonna get to work on this blog. Today, I went and played with my Mom. We went to our neighbor's house and got some SUPER cute hats and headbands that she makes herself. We don't have all of them yet, though, so I'll put pictures when we have them. Also, I got new sweats today. I like them. They're comfy. Hmm. I'm tired. Let's see if I can make some pictures work. Shazam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Svj2IzePdWI/AAAAAAAAADI/4rNmVWhJ9hY/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Svj2IzePdWI/AAAAAAAAADI/4rNmVWhJ9hY/s320/168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402338384147346786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cute brother on his cute bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Svj1sdY5p1I/AAAAAAAAADA/aBkA_Q6lcC0/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Svj1sdY5p1I/AAAAAAAAADA/aBkA_Q6lcC0/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402337897183029074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Lagoon. I really like this sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....yeah! Let's see how this goes :S&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-130780464623726104?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/130780464623726104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=130780464623726104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/130780464623726104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/130780464623726104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-decided-to-stop-being-lazy.html' title='I&apos;ve decided to stop being lazy!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/Svj2IzePdWI/AAAAAAAAADI/4rNmVWhJ9hY/s72-c/168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-3122931177464187560</id><published>2009-04-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:19:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate is Great</title><content type='html'>I am the greatest girl in the world.  My mom is freakin' AWESOME.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-3122931177464187560?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/3122931177464187560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=3122931177464187560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/3122931177464187560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/3122931177464187560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2009/04/kate-is-great.html' title='Kate is Great'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-5292305177695099299</id><published>2008-10-10T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:17:16.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of me that I found on Aubrey's computer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAJANMbSSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7l7CBR2gPZU/s1600-h/lagoon+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255710664287799586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAJANMbSSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7l7CBR2gPZU/s320/lagoon+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Being ready to go on Samurai at Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAJ7uteutI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BHddH_IbPhg/s1600-h/Copy+of+8th_grade_yrbk_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255711686897089234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAJ7uteutI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BHddH_IbPhg/s320/Copy+of+8th_grade_yrbk_081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy about something...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAGt9TFgpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jDD_inLUIDw/s1600-h/awards+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255708151759864466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAGt9TFgpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jDD_inLUIDw/s320/awards+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look I'm in eigth grade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some pictures of myself I found on Aubrey Snelson's compy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-5292305177695099299?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/5292305177695099299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=5292305177695099299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5292305177695099299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/5292305177695099299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-of-me-that-i-found-on-aubreys.html' title='Pictures of me that I found on Aubrey&apos;s computer!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sGF06QARnbs/SPAJANMbSSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7l7CBR2gPZU/s72-c/lagoon+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274946381811700897.post-4018542075056815983</id><published>2008-10-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:39:47.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adventure</title><content type='html'>Today, I think I'll have an adventure. Today, I will create a blog. I like it already. :) I'm new to all this good stuff so......let's have an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274946381811700897-4018542075056815983?l=aspotforkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/feeds/4018542075056815983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274946381811700897&amp;postID=4018542075056815983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/4018542075056815983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274946381811700897/posts/default/4018542075056815983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspotforkate.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventure.html' title='An Adventure'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541377866557587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6ZFaD-H4o/ToFWzlxu_mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w4txCJjwKLk/s220/DSC_4183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
