tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70661794055043096722024-03-12T20:26:04.770-07:00Cockamamie CarnivalKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-44468514903746935922011-03-30T10:48:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:48:02.415-07:00fat ain't all that fun<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Depression, laziness and having a kid has made me more and more well.... <i>fat</i>. In High School when people made fun of my weight, I was the first one to agree with them. It's become a symbol for myself, a big beautiful woman.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Other reasons has lead me to believe that being fat ain't all that fun. Running with my kid and losing my breath or even just cleaning, I'm completely out of energy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With this new job, I've developed the super strength to want to move. It's amazing. I just can't sit around my house and do nothing. Things need to be done. True, when I get home from that said work, all I want to do is take a hot shower and a nap. But that never happens.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here's the secret... I'm 270 pounds... as of a few weeks ago. Theres not a scale in the house but there will be after today.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> My BMI is 41.0 which is considered "Obese". I don't carry my weight as one things so for my size. One of those reasons are I'm 5'8". A really tall one. So my weight is distributed accordingly. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Both myself and my boyfriend are going on diets. We're getting help from <a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/">Myfitnesspal</a> which is connected to our phones. There's absolutely no need to make excuses why we can't count the calories. It's all right there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The program itself is simple. Whatever food that you do eat is cataloged into this. It shows you how many calories you have left in the day as well as fat and sugar, etc. This helps with Steve's diabetes. He can also notate in his food notes what his daily sugar was. A good record for himself and for his doctors. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With exercise, you can also catalog what you've done for that day. When you start the program, you tell it how much you want to exercise per day. It'll calculate how many calories you need to burn for the week and what's your goal per day. You input what you've done, ie. moving, cleaning, walking, running, treadmill... sex... whatever. And it'll show you how close you're at your goal. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The best part of all of this... it's <i>free</i>. Including the phone apps.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-71496793051755797382011-03-29T18:42:00.000-07:002011-03-29T18:42:15.689-07:00Skeleton Key<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One of the things that you have to go through in life are the memories of people who have passed. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My grandmother, 93 years old, is moving this week. Bless her heart she's lived in the same house for 60 plus years. My father and aunt had been raised there, I had been raised there, and I was hoping that my son would of been raised there. Life happens and so does finances. Along with taxes and utility bills. Somethings that I could never keep up with. Owning a house is completely different from renting. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Going through her things has been a heartbreak. Pictures and mementos from years passed. Things I thought I'd never see again in my life resurfacing at the base of her closet. It gives a whole new meaning to skeletons in your closet. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I love her with all of my heart. She help raise me after my mother had passed away in 1995. My grandma has been there for my entire life. I can't say that about many people anymore. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I look at that house now as a skeleton key. Moving from one door to another and hoping that the next door that opens is going to be as better as the last. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So tomorrow I'm going to go on. No balls, no glory. Keep moving forward and so on and so forth. Hoping that those skeletons don't eat me alive. </span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-57322298532456044372011-03-28T21:14:00.000-07:002011-03-28T21:14:25.055-07:00Meet me on Monday... again<center><a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee487/nevergrowingold/MeetMonday-1.jpg" /></span></a></center><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another addition to Meet me on Monday. I'm starting to write more but the words aren't just flowing from my fingers. Any suggestions? I know Memes are getting tiresome but the world can only have so much drama.</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Soft Tacos completely. I love them. The hard ones usually fall apart to just crumble into a mess. Who wants to eat a taco with a fork??</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I use to scrapbook all the time. It became really expensive after a while but I still have a lot of my supplies. The main thing that I <i>definitely </i>need to get done is my son's baby book. By the way, he's turning 5 in May. Yey for procrastinators! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. Do you take any daily medications?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kimberlyculbertson.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/happy_pills.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="142" src="http://www.kimberlyculbertson.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/happy_pills.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I use to take happy pills until they made me want to jump out of a 10 story window. I really don't understand the concept of anti-depressant pills having warnings with possible suicidal thoughts. So I tossed <i>them </i>out a window. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4. What is your favorite sound?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wildstorm.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/laughter.jpg?w=584&h=624" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://wildstorm.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/laughter.jpg?w=584&h=624" width="186" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In this general vicinity. Amish country. Gotta love it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-51147958294553423602011-03-26T18:58:00.000-07:002011-03-26T19:01:04.088-07:00Now I lay me down to sleep...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Every night I kiss my son goodnight, check on him at least once or twice before I fall asleep. If I get up to go to the bathroom or get a drink, I check on him. Routinely. </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Whenever I hear someone missing or gone, it unravels me. This goes a little closer to home. A young girl who lives in my old town is gone. She's a senior in High School and has gone missing in the worst place.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It's a creek that my family and I have walked before. My son's been down there playing with rocks and chasing fish. In the summer time it's a beautiful place. The road heading down towards it is like a hill that you hold your breath at every turn, that's when theres no ice. The creek itself you can walk, possibly finding a swimming hole and a waterfall coming off of the 60 ft cliff. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In early spring, it's the worst time. There is ice everywhere that breaks, if it's a sunny day. One day you can access a part of the creek, another day it's either covered with snow or water. There are hundreds of places you can fall and get hurt. Get caught in the stream or crack through ice. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everyone is praying, hard. Hoping that she's found somewhere. Maybe picked up by a friend or walking aimlessly in the woods. Just keep praying, that's all most of us can do. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Those halls I can walk with my eyes closed. The firetruck I have some of the best memories with. That meeting room, I've slept in during a storm in 2007. My last post was just about my ex, someone who had unraveled me in the worst way. This is a side of him that I saw the most, that brought me to love him. He's not only praying but he's out there. Looking for her. I'm hoping that soon I'll get a happy phone call. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-49912372181944814872011-03-22T14:28:00.000-07:002011-03-22T14:28:47.766-07:00Holding my hand<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Another blog post that I stumbled on made me think for a minute. Just a minute. The fears and insecurities that I had and the doubts were all there. In my mind. The questions and the whys, the phone calls and the memories. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That piece of paper that now sits in a box, under my bed. The reason that my last name starts with a L instead of a B. The reason why I flinch every time someone comes after me. The reason why I am a stronger person today. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The blog post listed reasons what marriage is all about. Promises, optimism, selectiveness and security. The point that you're significant other will hold your hand until the day you die. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Five years on the fourteen of January. And three of those years we haven't been under the same roof. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I respect him as the father of my son. We still talk and he still brings up the fact that "I'm his wife". Like that <i>word </i>is going to change anything. That I'm moving on with someone else other than him, and I still hold his name. That there is some hope for the both of us being together, despite everything. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Religion, commitment, and the thought of the word marriage didn't stop him. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He didn't hold my hand when he slammed my head into a concrete wall. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He didn't hold my hand when he punched me in the face... when I tried taking our son from his house. His house with no hot water, no food and no electricity. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He still doesn't hold my hand... when my son asks why I cry. When I sit there, looking at those pictures and remembering <i>why</i>. Why I went through with those vows, those lies. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That piece of paper means <b>nothing </b>when promises are broken. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-22999064648456459832011-03-21T20:13:00.000-07:002011-03-21T20:13:20.390-07:00Really???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JJDwOnf1L6Y/TYgR7jXYf9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0BOlxRg2KHo/s1600/Wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JJDwOnf1L6Y/TYgR7jXYf9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0BOlxRg2KHo/s320/Wtf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The first one says " Lasagna with Meat Sauce - Layers of fresh lasagna noodles filled with a hearty meat sauce & a blend of two cheeses"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The second one says " Lasagna Italiano - A hearty lasagna, with layers of noodles, ricotta & mozzarella cheeses, Italian sausage and beef in a flavorful tomato sauce."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They both tasted the same. They both cost the same. They both looked the same coming out of the oven. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So.... Does anyone notice the difference???</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-53570052281188909092011-03-21T17:33:00.000-07:002011-03-21T17:35:39.877-07:00Meet me on Monday...<center><a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee487/nevergrowingold/MeetMonday-1.jpg" /></span></a></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another fun Meme of Meet me on Monday. The one thing I love about these is looking at new blogs and essentially meeting new people. </span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>1. What jewelry do you wear 24/7?</b></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Usually some sort of earrings. I need to get new ones because apparently I can't wear "fake" jewelry for to long. It makes my ears turn green. I always wear my class ring and my necklace from Steve. </span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<b> 2. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?</b></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Twirl it. Around and around and around..... ok ADD is kicking in.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<b> 3. How many siblings do you have?</b></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One. </span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">His name is Brad, he's 33 years old and I haven't seen him in 3 years. We really never got along, I don't know why. Just a conflict of interests. </span></div><br />
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<b> 4. Were you named after anyone?</b></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ha. Ha. Another thing from my brother. The story goes, cause theirs always stories, is that my brother had the choice of naming me. He named me after his high school girlfriend Katie. I don't know if this is 100% true but her name is Katie, now she's a hippie living in Ohio.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
<b> 5. Coke or Pepsi?</b></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Pepsi.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yummy. </span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></center>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-75464225561058254932011-03-13T18:28:00.000-07:002011-03-13T18:28:54.235-07:00Yes, another meme....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I'll promise, pinky promise, to actually write something of significance soon. This just keeps my creative fluids running while I'm trying to survive my day job. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Speaking of day job... did anyone know that last night was Daylight savings? Yeah. I didn't. So guess who showed up a hour late for work because her all powerful Android phone didn't calibrate itself. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm a walking Murphy's Law. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/">Sunday Stealing</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>17. Who would you like to show up at your door to say they love you?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My monster. Lately he's been pushy and crabby. Mainly when I've called the past few days while he's been at daddy's he hasn't wanted to talk to me. So for him to randomly show up, and give me a big 'ol hug and kiss. And a I love you would be wonderful.<br />
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<b>18. Last furry thing you touched</b>?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um... is this a trick question?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To keep it PG-13, my kitty. Not <i>that </i>kitty. My kitty cat Rayne.<br />
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<b>19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil, Lexapro, Strattera, Cocaine, Heroin, Hydrocodone, LSD, some weed, Methamphetaime, Oxycotion and MDMA. Just to name a <i>few</i>....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I'm joking. I've just taken two 500mg of Tylenol because of my sinus infection giving me a headache. I've never touched drugs, other than cigarettes and caffeine, in my life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>20. Do you miss film or does digital work for you?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Digital works for me. But I miss the days where you take a thousand pictures and some of them come out excellent, and some come out horrible. Either way, you're stuck with that picture.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">It represents life, not to get all Budda. Life isn't perfect, and those pictures were a lasting proof of imperfection in life. Nowadays, if you want to erase the imperfections, all you need to do is press delete. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">That and I miss all the can-did photos. </span></span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>21. Favorite age you have been so far?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm young. So my favorite age isn't until later in life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>22. Your worst enemy?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The cold. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Not achoo cold, more like, ice cold. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I live in Buffalo, New York. Which is Western New York. We get lake effect snow that lasts from late September to mid to late April. We've had snow on Halloween countless times. If you ever watch Ghost Hunters on Halloween, you know how they're bundled up? Yeap, that's home. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">As a girl for Easter, it sucked having to wear stockings and a dress. My legs would get so cold by the end of the day, I put pants on. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>23. What is your current desktop picture?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">On the desktop it's a blue spiral thingie.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">On my laptop, it's something that represents myself and my boyfriend.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Again, nothing dirty. Get your head out of the toilet!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>24. What was the last thing you said that was funny?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I want <i>polka-dots</i>!!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">A million bucks because I'm afraid of heights. Even though I want to go sky-diving one of these days. </span></span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>26. Who can't you say “no” to?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">My grandmother. Point blank simple. No Nos. Just yeses. </span></span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>27. The last song you bought or downloaded?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Mmmmm... I can safely say that the last movie I downloaded was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. Song? No clue.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>28. What time of day were you born?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">5:00pm. My dad said he remembers it because the Simpsons were on. </span></span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>29. What’s your favorite number? Why?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Two. Cause everything looks great in twos.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>30. Where did you live in 1987?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">My mama's belly. <i>Yes</i>, I am that young. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>31. Are you jealous of anyone?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSayANFwTkCtvufhaKw5kIT4beOmdv6yv5Qd3rGuK6ZKdrQXbzZ" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSayANFwTkCtvufhaKw5kIT4beOmdv6yv5Qd3rGuK6ZKdrQXbzZ" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">He's just awesome and I want to eat cake all day.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>32. Is anyone jealous of you?</b></span></span><br />
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</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If they are, they need to be committed. Immediately. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>33. It's been almost a decade. Where were you when 9/11 happened?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Again, I'm mad young. I was in nineth grade, yes nineth, of high school. It was the first week of school and I was in biology class. I remember specifically that my principle wouldn't let us turn on the television. That the school was in lock down and we had no clue what was going on until the next class where our teacher explained it to us. </span></span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-22905799659724177492011-03-11T19:59:00.000-08:002011-03-11T19:59:03.841-08:00Five question Friday rocks my sox.<div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another long awaited (<i>NOT</i>) Five question Friday. Link up if your for the fun! </span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" /></span></a></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My Little Life</span></a></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1. Do you know what your REAL hair color is?</span></b></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm a blonde. </span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yes.</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">True blonde. Some people know this and others have looked at my roots either squealing " you're a <i>blonde</i>?!" or not wanting to say I <i>might </i>have grays<b>.</b> I've dyed my hair black, red, bleach blonde, black/blue, multi-colored and everything in between. I've never gone with green or anything of the sort. Although my last hair experiment turned my streaks into orangeish/pinkish/red. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">It's currently black. Jet black.</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>2. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b>Do you plan ahead for summer, or fly by the seat of your pants?</b></span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I try to plan. I really do. </span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://artvoice.com/issues/v7n23/one_hundred_things"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">100 things to do in Buffalo, NY during the summer. </span></a></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They've even made me a list! </span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's just a matter of me actually getting out and doing something. </span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. What is your favorite meal to cook?</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Something complicated which takes me an hour at the grocery store to find all the ingredients and forever at home to cook.</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It's a learning experience and I love to pretend that I'm in Iron Chef<b>.</b></span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/ironchef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/ironchef.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;">"Allez Cuisine!"</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4. Do you get offended by not receiving thank yous?</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes. Depends on what it is. If I do it on a daily basis like the dishes, I don't expect a thank you card and flowers. But if it's something I've gone completely out of the way for, a nice thank you and a hug with suffice<b>.</b></span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">5. How did you meet your best friend?</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh god.</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>*takes a big breath* </i></span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In 2005, my ex-husband and I were first dating. It was a complicated mess that I'll get into later. <i>Anywhoo</i>, we needed a place to stay. He suggested that we go up to a town which is about 30-40 miles away from where we were currently living to see if his friend would let us stay with her. We went up there the first time, left a note on her door and went back down the 40 mile journey. We get a phone call the next day from his friend and they chit-chat. She and her husband agreed to let us stay until we could find an apartment.</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The thing that my ex never told me that this woman was his ex. <i>Sorta</i>. They had a past fling that never went further than a picnic table at a state park ten years ago. Yea, I was a little panicky at first but as the years went by, and how much she's done for me and my son through everything. I love her. She's my sister and I'm glad to call her my family.</span></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/14632_105755862770879_100000093987567_151313_7918134_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/14632_105755862770879_100000093987567_151313_7918134_n.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-20394554962047648902011-03-10T17:25:00.000-08:002011-03-10T17:25:18.869-08:00The back of my eyelids<div style="text-align: center;">I miss you... you red capillary mess you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The blissfulness of the darkness. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No sound, no thoughts, no nothing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The job has been going wonderful ( <i>lie </i>). I absolutely love it. (another <i>lie</i>) I have all the energy in the world to fulfill all of this. (Big fat <b><i>Lie</i></b>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My supervisor told me today that I need to get use to working again. That's not the problem. The problem is the back breaking work, literary, that's involved. For the past 4 years, I've been doing clerical work. Meaning sitting at a desk, drinking a shit load of coffee and usually involves a lot of customer service and phone calls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This job is the complete opposite. I'm often left alone, sometimes in the back room. Not alone as in no other co-workers, alone like no body. I would absolutely love it (maybe) if I could bring my ipod. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It involves me being on my feet for 8 hours in the day. Picking up 23 lbs of <i>something</i>, not really going to tell much, about a thousand times a day. Bending, kneeling, lifting, etc. My body, especially my sciatic nerve, is not use to it at all. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2971253713_1df66e8798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2971253713_1df66e8798.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Long gone back breaking work has left scars on this land</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a company that I love. Absolutely love. There's no way that I will be laid off because if they go out of business, it's the end of the world. For <i>real</i>. Millions of people depend on this business. Their <u>everywhere</u>. Even in the middle of nowhere. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I want to get into the depths. That's what I'm good at. Knowing the inside and outs of the business. I ask questions, a lot of them. I figure things out. I come up with intriguing ideas that will save the company money at the end of the day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's just trying to get to that point. Without breaking my back, again in the literal sense. I'm a hard worker. Not to be stereotypical, I'm Irish. It's in my blood. And getting to that point will take years.... I'm up for it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRvbLxSJgySrnGU1UFv237pDILZQPp3qTTp5Z1snexVSdcP6Z2N2Q" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="104" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRvbLxSJgySrnGU1UFv237pDILZQPp3qTTp5Z1snexVSdcP6Z2N2Q" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Another point with this employment... my skeletons are now in the back room. And they talk.</div><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/lsWsasqIoyk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I've been obsessed with this song. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Amazing lyrics and beautiful voice. </i></span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-25550381461869250842011-03-07T16:48:00.000-08:002011-03-07T16:51:19.854-08:00Meet me on Monday... half dead.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Another Meme is what it's going to be for today.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"> Today was my first day of work and I'm absolutely floored. Not that it was a lot of work, very easy in fact. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Seeing 7am on my alarm clock sucks.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">What sucks more?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Seeing 6am tomorrow morning.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">It's a job. A job that I like with a company that I love. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Meet me on Monday from <a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/">Never Growing Old</a>. Stop over and join us. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b>1. What is your favorite way to eat potatoes?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Not to be the typical Irish woman but I love potatoes. Like, need them in every meal every day sort of love. Fried, baked, sauteed, potato au gratin, scalloped potatoes, roasted with butter, sliced and grilled, potato pancakes.... the ideas are endless.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">But my favorite??? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT7WtzZii9rsu9bXRHtf441SIoK2nzjDbjaUnVxvD2Ge6fdbnp3" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT7WtzZii9rsu9bXRHtf441SIoK2nzjDbjaUnVxvD2Ge6fdbnp3" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Loaded baked potato. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b>2. What was the last package that was delivered to your house?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a6btryGm6ZU/TXV82CLTZgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-uWc_riyTHQ/s1600/Tatgun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a6btryGm6ZU/TXV82CLTZgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-uWc_riyTHQ/s1600/Tatgun.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">That beauty right there. Isn't it perty?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b>3. What is your favorite scent that you love to smell?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Summer. Going outside and smelling the crisp sky. Not feeling cold, just enjoying the warmth on my skin. Absolutely beautiful. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>4. Do you smoke?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ugh.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>5. Are your parents married or divorced?</b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Both of my parents are deceased. My mother died in 1995 of ovarian cancer and my father died in 2005 of brain cancer. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss them so much. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></span>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-89592224643763227002011-03-07T09:00:00.000-08:002011-03-07T09:00:00.575-08:00I'm having a puppy!<div style="text-align: center;">Dogs are great.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They really are. They lick you, kiss you, give you attention. Make sure that your home is safe as well as your children.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Dogs are like humans, how you raise them is what matters.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">When Darrell was about a year old, he was bit by a Siberian Husky. I was furious, the dog owner tried playing it off like it was my son's fault. He's a baby, literary, how would he know not to pull his ear? Besides, she told me the dog was "kid friendly". More like "dinner friendly". </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It took us years and it's still hard for him to trust a puppy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was about a year old, my father got a Siberian Husky. His name was Brewster. You couldn't come in to see me before going past him. He was my guardian. Carried me around on his back and slept at my feet. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately when my mother passed away, we needed to give him away. He went to a farm, to run and chase squirrels.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dogs are like humans, how you raise them is what matters. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Steve, the boyfriend, wants a Pit Bull. Not a lot of people like Pitts because of their bad reputation for fighting and not being good with children. I've honestly seen a wiener-dog bite someone. So to categorize a certain breed with certain actions is discrimination. Something I'm not cool with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So... hopefully... by the end of May around Darrell's 5th birthday. We'll be bringing a new family member home. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope it's a girl. </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-22291598830933743962011-03-06T09:23:00.000-08:002011-03-06T09:23:19.592-08:00Sunday Stealing<div style="text-align: center;">Cause I really don't have much to write about.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love Memes. Their awesome. This is <a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/">Sunday Stealing</a> and I don't condone stealing in any way possible, but this gives permission.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I need to pluck my eyebrows</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>2. How much cash do you have on you?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Maybe 30 bucks to last me until whenever. I start the new job tomorrow so hopefully a paycheck soon! </span></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Shore. Like Jersey Shore but less annoying.</div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>4. Favorite planet?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pizza Planet from Toy Story. </div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">My ex-husband trying to get a hold of me. My phone isn't loud so it's hard to hear it from a different room. I usually think it's just the TV.</div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Right now, I just have the generic ones. Trying to figure out one that I can hear. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>7. What shirt are you wearing?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">A nightshirt of my mothers. No, I'm not creepy. It's Garfield staring down at a scale and there's a bubble that says "Liar". It's comfy and I've been wearing it for years. It use to go down to my knees. </div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8. Do you label yourself?</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Fat", "Lazy", "Facebook Addict". Ya know, the usual.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">It's a rare brand. Made in 1987 and the tips painted black. Sometimes their blue... or pink... or red. </div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>10. Bright or Dark Room?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Medium? Not to dark but not to bright. I like natural sunlight. </div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ummmm *looks* very into books. An English teacher too!</div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>12. What does your watch look like?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Currently it's about 3in' long and 1 1/2 in' wide. It tells time, makes phone calls, lets me play angry birds. Just like every old watch.</div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>13. What were you doing at midnight last night</b>?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><s>Stalking </s>Navigating through other people's blogs. </span></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ur Welcome :-)</div></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">15. Where is your nearest 7-11?</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RaxsuKNZOY0/TXPBP45nopI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JxVKXuBwBrY/s1600/711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RaxsuKNZOY0/TXPBP45nopI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JxVKXuBwBrY/s320/711.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Apparently only 9 mi away. I want a slushie now. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>16. What's a word that you say a lot?</b></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Where's?" I lose... everything. My phone, my purse, my shoes, my brain. </span></span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-86692136697082886422011-03-05T17:43:00.001-08:002011-03-05T17:43:28.251-08:00Holding on for dear life<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"></span><br />
<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">There’s a little secret about me. I love watching Hoarders. It’s like that TV show that you don’t want to be caught watching because, why would you watch it?</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="273" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2qK0cyD5AYjQNF0AJ2aoYpdid0hoCzyA9F5dWn0Qw__gh2X04&t=1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(251, 221, 223); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 5px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(251, 221, 223); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 5px; border-right-color: rgb(251, 221, 223); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 5px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(251, 221, 223); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 5px; display: block; font-size: 14px; height: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; max-width: 490px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Hoarders" width="184" /></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Growing up, my grandmother kept everything. The house wasn’t to bad but when you went in the basement, it was a whole different story. Years and years of build up and <em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">stuff</em>.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">My Aunt who I call the “anti-hoarder” came in about three years ago and completely got rid of everything and anything. Either gave it away or threw it away. I got a few mementos from my childhood but the basement never looked the same.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">The thing that really gets me though about this show is the excess. The fact that I’ve had to give up my things, little that they are, and they get to buy in excess.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Over the past five years I’ve accumulated a lot of stuff and then the past two years, most of it is gone. Divorce and moving do that. I was homeless a few times and living with a friend. My stuff was in storage and I lost it.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">It gave me a new appreciation for the things that I do have in my home. My son, my friends, my keepsakes. Not to many, but somethings that I will have for the next 60 years. The things that are always listed in the “Do not drop” box when I move.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">What do you hold dear? A teddy bear from your childhood or maybe the first time your child wrote their name?</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18411037932275943963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066179405504309672.post-9026274451133454492010-01-01T16:26:00.000-08:002011-03-05T17:15:13.182-08:00Keep Calm and Drink Jack<div style="text-align: center;">I moved from <a href="http://desperate-for-coffee.blogspot.com/">Blogger </a>to <a href="http://cockamamiecarnival.wordpress.com/">Word Press</a> and now back to Blogger.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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