<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:54:20.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KatieMakesIt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-1374003255152605847</id><published>2009-06-22T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:34:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it occurred to me...</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me tonight that people might actually read this, and thank you Megan for subscribing :)  I got a on a social networking kick when I was applying for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fordfiesta&lt;/span&gt; movement, I was constantly trying to make myself interesting and accessible....but truth be told all that stuff can just be a bunch of bullshit.  What I would really love to talk about is the change I want to make in myself and in the world, about the places I'd like to travel, about songs that makes me cry or scream, and most of all about moving on/ letting go. In the large scope of things I have a wonderful life, but the last three years have been tough.  Divorce is never an easy thing.  My parents over a year ago officially parted ways.  And this was a difficult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.  Should I be sharing this with everyone?  I am not sure.  It is feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; right now, but I hope that if my mother or father stumbled across this they would not take offense but realize its something I need to be open about, talk about.   And it might be better for me to talk to a professional about all my feelings on the matter but for some reason I just can't get myself to go. So I'll write about it vaguely from time to time here. &lt;br /&gt;       As a kid I use to watch television shows and movies about children going through divorce...and I always thought that they were being so dramatic.  "Okay tough. Your parents aren't together. big deal. The world is not over. A bomb wasn't dropped on your house."  But divorce is indescribable.  For me it was the loss of everything I knew.  Marriage and family meant so much to both my parents when I was growing up, to see it fall apart was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baffling&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't know what to do and pretty soon those "dramatic, hormonal kids" on television didn't seem so bad. And when life has been one way for 18 years it can be hard to move on to a completely new life.  I love my parents very much and know they are both very good people.  So they cannot blame themselves for the pain my sister and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; because life happens.   There is nothing we can do about it.  And whether I always agree with my parents or not is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irrelevant&lt;/span&gt; because it is more useful for me to search for understanding rather than be understood by them.  I believe that idea is in the Serenity prayer that my grandfather loved so much.  "It is better to understand, than to be understood" something along those lines.  This idea is simple and yet complex in its execution.  How can I go through life not being understood?? Doesn't everyone need to know where I am coming from???  As hard as it might be to admit...no.  If someone is not being empathic towards me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean I should do vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;verse&lt;/span&gt;.   With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt; understanding will come. So I must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; watch and learn from my parents, so that one day their choices make sense. Whether that means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rationalizing&lt;/span&gt; them logically or emotionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-1374003255152605847?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/1374003255152605847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-it-occurred-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/1374003255152605847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/1374003255152605847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-it-occurred-to-me.html' title='So it occurred to me...'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-1865555144241885064</id><published>2009-05-26T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:47:13.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its pretty late, or rather pretty early.  I have German in the morning and I haven't done all my homework yet, and the worst part is I could have done it about 7 times today but i just thought...no...no i will not!  Instead, as my play has come to an end, I have had time to think. I know i try and keep myself so busy sometimes because I just dont want to have process all the stuff that has happened in the last three years.  And as things are beginning to settle in my life I am starting to come to conclusions, some of which i would like to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion 1: no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion 2:  Always say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion 3: Dont take people for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion 4: Jonh and Kate plus 8 is misleading.*the show is what im refering to&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion 5: I cannot go through the rest of my life with out getting lost a long the way, whether this is by choice or accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i blogged this tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-1865555144241885064?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/1865555144241885064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-its-pretty-late-or-rather-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/1865555144241885064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/1865555144241885064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-its-pretty-late-or-rather-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-6712273476674814195</id><published>2009-04-10T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:32:11.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey here is a pic of what the gallery at work kinda of looks like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sd-CjpuW1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/qjCa5eZ6UF0/s1600-h/beall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sd-CjpuW1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/qjCa5eZ6UF0/s200/beall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323116833582536210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-6712273476674814195?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/6712273476674814195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-here-is-pic-of-what-gallery-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/6712273476674814195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/6712273476674814195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-here-is-pic-of-what-gallery-at-work.html' title='hey here is a pic of what the gallery at work kinda of looks like'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sd-CjpuW1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/qjCa5eZ6UF0/s72-c/beall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-5734112296067373238</id><published>2009-04-04T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:19:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently at work writing this because all I do is sit in the dark for two hours and hope people come to look at crazy art.  This is my first day with the new exhibit and I would have say it is pretty cool.  The others ones were really boring but this one looks like underwater sea creatures are attacking you....its weird and all done with motion sensors, lights, and fans.....i like it.  Sometimes when it gets completely dark I run around and the motion sensors "sense" me and the whole room lights up and all the creatures are activated.  I kind of feel like Ursula from The Little Mermaid. I'll try and post a pic of it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my improv team got together for bonding night or what we like to call BONDAGE night.  We just call it that to scare new people, but its really tame of the most part. We have 5 brand new people on our team of 12 soo that is pretty excited.  It is nice to have some new blood.  My team name is really exciting we are called, In the color of: We're FIGHTING to save this marriage, Team: Couples LARPING therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Have you ever heard of LARPing.  It is crazy and hilarious.  It stands for Live Action Role Playing.  People go out into parks, dress ups as fairies and orgars, and attack eachother like a fantasy card game or video game.  The poeple who do it are also wonderful characters themselves.  Definitely something my team and I are going to have a lot of fun with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-5734112296067373238?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/5734112296067373238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-currently-at-work-writing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/5734112296067373238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/5734112296067373238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-currently-at-work-writing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-4624086624122435910</id><published>2009-03-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:44:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a bad feeling</title><content type='html'>I think that I didn't win the fordfiestamovement. And part of me wishes I had made my interview more worthwhile, and when I got off the phone I thought of a hundered other things I could have or should have said.  I guess it was good practice for the real world, but it does make me sad to see more and more people finding out while my phone lies silently next to me.  O well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-4624086624122435910?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/4624086624122435910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-bad-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/4624086624122435910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/4624086624122435910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-bad-feeling.html' title='i have a bad feeling'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-1880921797373071370</id><published>2009-03-29T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:24:37.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back in the vinee</title><content type='html'>Yup, back in the vine. You know, i hate when people shorten words...i dont know if its to make them sound cool or if they are just lazy. And i just did it, my reasoning? Not sure, probably thought it sounded "hip" in my head. I am the worst speller, by the way. Just terrible, but its because we are a generation raised on spell check. All we had to do was type a long and a computer would fix our mistakes. And all we had to was spell a word remotely correct and tada! the computer saved the day again. Spell check also misses stuff a lot and corrects things horribly wrong, and this can result in making you look more of idiot than you really are. Curse technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, i was talking with friends tonight and found out that a Harry Potter land is going to be built in florida! How crazy is that!?? I got really excited and then suggested that they only let 4 people in a day so they could go on all the crazy adventures like Harry, Ron, and Hermoine....but my friends told me how impractile that would be....and CRUSHED my dreams of truly escaping reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at the night sky and been breathless to see the way the moon illuminates the few scattered clouds? It is beautiful. Just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOoooo did you turn off your lights for one hour at 8:30pm??? Because Edward Norton was talking about it on Larry King today...or in this case yesterday. It is called earth hour and the whole world was going to do it. It is a wonderful feeling to be connected with a mass group of people. Maybe that is why so many people join cults.? Its just nice for once to feel like the world can all be on one page, for a single hour, one day out of the year. Its helps me to not feel to lost in the universe. This is a pic of Toranto in 2008 during Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sc9LVYJpBcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zRwqS3Ln6XQ/s1600-h/earth-hour-to-financial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sc9LVYJpBcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zRwqS3Ln6XQ/s200/earth-hour-to-financial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318552515580069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CRs-7lRlPo (this was also very interesting and inspiring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-1880921797373071370?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/1880921797373071370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-in-vinee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/1880921797373071370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/1880921797373071370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-in-vinee.html' title='im back in the vinee'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sc9LVYJpBcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zRwqS3Ln6XQ/s72-c/earth-hour-to-financial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-508569180802548834</id><published>2009-03-27T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:50:00.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day with the dogs...</title><content type='html'>so right now i have one dog on my lap and one sitting under my feet. And i wont lie, its pretty hard to type and have a dog sleep on you. There is this whole debate if i should keep typing, even though every time i click a key the dog looks at me like, "I'm taking a nap here!" I'm ignoring her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sc071SbPwKI/AAAAAAAAACI/JxzB-vZ15Mg/s1600-h/WebCam_20090327_1345.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sc071SbPwKI/AAAAAAAAACI/JxzB-vZ15Mg/s200/WebCam_20090327_1345.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317972521659646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOooo so today i got an update from ford fiesta and I will be finding out if i made it sometime next week. The wait it killing me. Last night i kept dreaming i was checking my e-mail every minute for 24 hours straight...and found out i didnt get it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog just gave me that look again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also watching ten years younger right now on TLC and people are brutal about appearances. There are so many makeover shows on at this time of day, but when you think about it...totally makes sense....sorta....because it is assuming that there are a bunch of stay at home moms who watch it while they are doing the laundry. But there are some stay at home dad who, im sure, would rather be watching something else. Well i guess that statement was a little sexist too. Can't Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any of my writing make sense....? I am just writing the thoughts that are directly sprouting from my head. That is kind of a strange image to imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have a great Friday, and I find out grades today so cross your fingers for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-508569180802548834?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/508569180802548834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-with-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/508569180802548834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/508569180802548834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-with-dogs.html' title='another day with the dogs...'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Sc071SbPwKI/AAAAAAAAACI/JxzB-vZ15Mg/s72-c/WebCam_20090327_1345.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-4514269202851439414</id><published>2009-03-26T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:31:34.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't find anyone to go on a bike ride with me... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, one of the worst things is coming home for spring break and there is not a soul around to hang out with. I mean there is family, but they don't get breaks like i do because they have actual jobs while im at school. And all of those friends you made in high school are no where to be seen; too busy with new friends or jobs or whatever. And i guess i shouldn't really complain or give them a hard time, but sitting alone at home with two napping dogs and hearing the repetitive rinse cycle of the washer machine is just not cutting it. Spring break is suppose to be crazy with...alcohol..and hott dudes...right? Well, i guess I'm not really into that either...im tough to please, i guess. I mean, if I was to narrate the exact happenings of my day you might fall asleep. However, sleeping in till 11am was pretty snazzy. Snazzy is a silly word. People should say it more often. SNAZZY! yup. sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you are bored and like comedians my friend had me watch this and its really good! its about this man: Don Rickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scv9-FyY-qI/AAAAAAAAACA/3OrXgSWFrto/s1600-h/funny-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scv9-FyY-qI/AAAAAAAAACA/3OrXgSWFrto/s200/funny-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317623028188248738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/55113/mr-warmth-the-don-rickles-project-mr-warmth---the-don-rickles-project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday, and i find out about the ford fiesta movement tomorrow ....and grades :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-4514269202851439414?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/4514269202851439414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-find-anyone-to-go-on-bike-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/4514269202851439414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/4514269202851439414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-find-anyone-to-go-on-bike-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scv9-FyY-qI/AAAAAAAAACA/3OrXgSWFrto/s72-c/funny-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-2094936679285056813</id><published>2009-03-25T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:26:14.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break....</title><content type='html'>So I am home for spring break and with that comes a lot of idle time spent watching television(my sister and mother both enjoy "dancing with the stars") Which raises the question, what makes a person a star? Apparently being dumped on national television is merit enough. "Melissa " that means you. But as soon as I start complaining my sister and mom stop me, in unison and with a mixture of contempt for the bachelor and pity for Melissa , they say, "she was DUMPED on NATIONAL TELEVISION!?" They say this to me as if stardom has always been a constellation prize for being dumped. I WISH...not to say I have been dumped a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scnm9XxUhCI/AAAAAAAAABw/p6vOvnxKhOU/s1600-h/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scnm9XxUhCI/AAAAAAAAABw/p6vOvnxKhOU/s200/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317034777114870818" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                                            the "star" in all her glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in a waiting room of an accoutant office today, and something irksome happened. I was starving because I had not eaten breakfast, and this is important because the only magazines offered in the waiting room were FOOD magazines. And not just like "Good Eats" or "A Cooking Magazine" it was called, SAVOUR. I mean the word itself is mouth watering, the very reason for the act of eating, To Savour! I find it ironic and strange because it was in an accoutant office.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some cool PUMA HIGH TOPS today, for my Birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST SAW A RAT HEART, on Oprah.....right now...as I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I also watched "Boyfriend School". It came out in the 1990's and was free to order on T.V. The plot:&lt;br /&gt;A caner Patient survives and his sister is helping him get back on the dating scene......it was an awkward film.....just look at the pic and, please, focus on the mullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/ScnqdLY44II/AAAAAAAAAB4/n3v6mGLxmIo/s1600-h/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/ScnqdLY44II/AAAAAAAAAB4/n3v6mGLxmIo/s200/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317038622081867906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alright goodnight...or good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-2094936679285056813?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/2094936679285056813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/2094936679285056813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/2094936679285056813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break....'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scnm9XxUhCI/AAAAAAAAABw/p6vOvnxKhOU/s72-c/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851056477590339923.post-5485220569135344396</id><published>2009-03-24T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:49:50.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking and the 90's</title><content type='html'>So I am embarking on the crazy world of social networking. I am I thinking what is it people will want to read....and my brain kinda of makes that *cricket* noise for a really long time. SOOOOOooooo I'm not going to think about it. And I will just write. I was talking to my friend today about slam poetry and the 90's, and so I made a list of things I loved about those good, old, bad fashion days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"It's the 90's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jelly shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clarissa Explains it All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midriffs&lt;br /&gt;fuzzy/velvet shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TGIF&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Sabrina The Teenage Witch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Are You Afraid of the Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNICK(a weird orange couch)&lt;br /&gt;virtual pets(you told your parents it would make you more responsible if you got one)&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;Gameboy and Gameboy Color (i had the purple see through one)&lt;br /&gt;Polly Pocket&lt;br /&gt;the littlest pet shop (before it was weird...)&lt;br /&gt;My Little Pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/SckpTP-DCKI/AAAAAAAAABo/FxTIYinqQ8E/s1600-h/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/SckpTP-DCKI/AAAAAAAAABo/FxTIYinqQ8E/s200/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316826245768612002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scko6M0qUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHUdt150Vko/s1600-h/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/Scko6M0qUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHUdt150Vko/s200/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316825815427207762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Classic Children's shows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -Fraggle Rock&lt;/span&gt; (best show to date) *http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSDeoO-j3G0&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the Umbrella tree&lt;/span&gt; (there was a blue jay and a lizard...i think)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eureeka's Castle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Care Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue Rangers (great theme song)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A time when Disney Movies were good...and NOT high school musical(yuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;98 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Back Street Boys&lt;br /&gt;N' Sync&lt;br /&gt;Jump 5&lt;br /&gt;S Club 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more on this list tomorrow, my computer is about to die :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Katie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Katie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851056477590339923-5485220569135344396?l=katiemakesit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/feeds/5485220569135344396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-networking-and-90s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/5485220569135344396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851056477590339923/posts/default/5485220569135344396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemakesit.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-networking-and-90s.html' title='Social Networking and the 90&apos;s'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338477039156380545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_givtvtUbnsg/R8E722oJgtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8W3IszZF364/S220/IMG_1699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_givtvtUbnsg/SckpTP-DCKI/AAAAAAAAABo/FxTIYinqQ8E/s72-c/bare-midriff-baby-one-more-time-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
