<?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-7047420869644182881</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:59:31.826-07:00</updated><category term='youth ministry'/><category term='so'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>oh my blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5539718621770715951</id><published>2010-03-14T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:27:17.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy &lt;div&gt;Busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUSY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots to do, so little time and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to be with the man I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5539718621770715951?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5539718621770715951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5539718621770715951' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5539718621770715951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5539718621770715951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy-lots-to-do-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-4240015368078067877</id><published>2009-12-04T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:22:50.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too far facebook...way too far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/Sxl9e2clr8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/klCI2jH6ZPE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/Sxl9e2clr8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/klCI2jH6ZPE/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411494396227334082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW!  Really?  REALLY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-4240015368078067877?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4240015368078067877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=4240015368078067877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4240015368078067877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4240015368078067877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-far-facebookway-too-far.html' title='too far facebook...way too far'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/Sxl9e2clr8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/klCI2jH6ZPE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5079807042431952321</id><published>2009-12-01T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:58:07.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another ad from fb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SxVm0Y6Z4mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DhnqIlkpPek/s1600/Picture+1.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SxVm0Y6Z4mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DhnqIlkpPek/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410343577582166626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we wouldn't trust "this guy," why would would we trust you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also another enticing offer...surround yourself with thugs, thieves, crooks, and bad guys...let me think...PERF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5079807042431952321?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5079807042431952321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5079807042431952321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5079807042431952321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5079807042431952321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-ad-from-fb.html' title='another ad from fb'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SxVm0Y6Z4mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DhnqIlkpPek/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8927191820950139492</id><published>2009-11-27T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:46:51.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester is coming to an end!  Which is so exciting, but it is such a busy time.  With all of the semester's work due and Christmas quickly approaching, there is so much to be done.  yet I am feeling so lazy and tired.  I just want to rest, be with my husband, go on a long walk, and forget about the rest of the world!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough...just 3 more weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8927191820950139492?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8927191820950139492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8927191820950139492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8927191820950139492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8927191820950139492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/11/semester-is-coming-to-end-which-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1336909856758964137</id><published>2009-10-18T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:25:28.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another wonderful ad from facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/StvN1iCGR2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/m1CeAOCDyP8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/StvN1iCGR2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/m1CeAOCDyP8/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394131298258667362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HA!  show how fabulous you are?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooo i can play a game...i'm so fab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1336909856758964137?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1336909856758964137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=1336909856758964137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1336909856758964137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1336909856758964137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-wonderful-ad-from-facebook.html' title='another wonderful ad from facebook'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/StvN1iCGR2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/m1CeAOCDyP8/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-226243179983981829</id><published>2009-09-29T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:47:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark's wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Mark Dodd's blog...AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"This is the way we ought to deal with sin. We should hate it. We should not tolerate it because it is death, and we don’t want death in the lives of our friends. We must call people out of it because of our compassion for them, and our fervent hate for sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that we would rebuke and disown the work of Satan, which is death, and call one another into the true life by the faith and authority given to us by the grace of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-226243179983981829?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/226243179983981829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=226243179983981829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/226243179983981829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/226243179983981829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/marks-wisdom.html' title='mark&apos;s wisdom'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5610498695266875749</id><published>2009-09-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:00:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i doing this?</title><content type='html'>i'm so frustrated with myself right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do i care so much about things that distract me from focusing on my priorities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've put off my homework until the last minute and i'm feeling the heaviness of that right now...and it is making me not want to do anything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5610498695266875749?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5610498695266875749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5610498695266875749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5610498695266875749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5610498695266875749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-doing-this.html' title='why am i doing this?'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-443056026021812065</id><published>2009-09-22T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:47:41.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i need</title><content type='html'>craziness.  my life has be one crazy whirlwind lately. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been struggling to find balance and i've been struggling to prioritize.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God is so good and he is so faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so fortunate to be married to such a wise Godly man who points me to God first and foremost.  once i turned to God and gave him priority, i was able to feel peace.  God is the only one who can give me what i need.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-443056026021812065?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/443056026021812065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=443056026021812065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/443056026021812065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/443056026021812065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-need.html' title='what i need'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5310144067424538102</id><published>2009-09-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:14:54.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SrB0P1etG-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/F3m1Cg7ytgc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SrB0P1etG-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/F3m1Cg7ytgc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381929370110467042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because getting drunk inside is so last year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5310144067424538102?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5310144067424538102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5310144067424538102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5310144067424538102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5310144067424538102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SrB0P1etG-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/F3m1Cg7ytgc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5552942701517048823</id><published>2009-09-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:23:31.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>I've been learning so much about prayer lately.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) That it is totally underrated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-we think that we should pray before we eat...(dinner and not other meals?.. and not in a restaurant) and when something really bad is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) We don't use it properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-we are told to pray without ceasing...can we honestly say we are even close to doing this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) We don't believe in the power of prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-we don't expect God to do what we ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my conclusion on this mess we have decided to call our prayers.  We need to be praying for &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;, not just when we eat, have a test, someone is deathly ill, or there is a major tragedy, but for all things.  We need to believe that our God is capable.  We limit God when we don't believe.  We need to be expectant in prayer.  God can do everything we ask for and what's even more-he can do more than that and what is even more than that &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;He wants to do more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we expect God to answer our prayers when we don't believe that they will be answered or we think this situation is hopeless, but we have the attitude that I'm a Christian and so I should pray-that is what we do.  What do we think is going to happen as the result to this?  Sometimes I think the answer to that question is nothing, but we can then say..It is in God's hands.  Well it was in God's hands before you prayed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also if we only pray when we need something or when we are about to eat, we aren't using prayer as it was meant to be used.  Why would God suddenly grant us our selfish prayer when we live without him in all other situations?  If we don't know God, why would he bless us?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to be praying constantly and we need to come to God whole-heartedly.  Not doubting or thinking that it can't really be done, but with all that we come to him with we need to have the attitude that we can do nothing without him-we are nothing without him. This is what James means when he talks about praying in belief and not in doubt.  This is how Paul prayed.  He got results.  When Paul prayed, things happened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I want to pray.  This is how we ought to pray.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5552942701517048823?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5552942701517048823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5552942701517048823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5552942701517048823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5552942701517048823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6198869437468252268</id><published>2009-09-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:04:51.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kitties!</title><content type='html'>So about a year ago Josh and I were looking for an e-card to send Dustin for his birthday because he was in Italy.  So we came across this awesome card!  Please check it out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.americangreetings.com/ecards/display.pd?N=374446&amp;amp;prodnum=3121626&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I happened to bookmark it and I was just trying to clean up my bookmarked sites and I came across this once again.  So naturally I played it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Tobias (our baby kitty) came running in from the other room.  He looked so confused and worried.  He was looking around to see if there was another cat here and he was so scarred.  He walked over towards me and looked up at my computer in confusion.  All of his hair on his back was standing up.  So I picked him up and played it again so he could watch...he started to paw at the computer and try to get inside...smelling it to see if they were real.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really funny so I thought I'd share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6198869437468252268?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6198869437468252268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6198869437468252268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6198869437468252268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6198869437468252268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/kitties.html' title='kitties!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2582072077120667761</id><published>2009-09-01T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:44:09.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles and the Fly</title><content type='html'>So Thursday was my second day of school and I was so excited to go to lunch with my girl Jenn Bunny.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All was good until she left the table to go say hi to a friend while I sat alone in Eagles at the table drinking my tea.  Suddenly I felt something on my tongue...disturbed by this I pulled it out of my mouth.  At first glance it looked like some parsley all bunched up, but at further examination, I discovered that it was half of a dead fly.  YES half of a dead fly was on my tongue and on my lip. NASTY!!!  Its beady little eye looked at me and the combination of the eye, the wing, and the fact that this was just in my mouth and came from this "restaurant" grossed me out big time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sickened as I sat there by myself not knowing what to do...i walked up to Jenn informed her of the tragedy and disturbing news of my recent experience and proceeded to freak out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My meal was ruined and I really never want to eat a quesadilla or drink tea at Eagles' Nest again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a disgusting day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2582072077120667761?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2582072077120667761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2582072077120667761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2582072077120667761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2582072077120667761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/eagles-and-fly.html' title='Eagles and the Fly'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3238078415483252339</id><published>2009-09-01T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:17:47.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This concerns me</title><content type='html'>Today I was served a burrito by a girl who graduated in May from my major...does this concern anyone else?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad that there is such a need for teachers that this girl is working at the cafeteria at my school...yay for a college education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3238078415483252339?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3238078415483252339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3238078415483252339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3238078415483252339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3238078415483252339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-concerns-me.html' title='This concerns me'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1933129196954308531</id><published>2009-08-26T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:13:36.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>So everyone knows what the second best part about getting a package is (and sometimes the best part)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... PACKING BUBBLES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what is even better than regular packing bubbles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SpYjrrdrj5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IXw4Quso52I/s400/Photo+294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374522438621826962" /&gt;Giant...and I do mean giant packing bubbles!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody knows that I love abnormally large objects...so this brought me a little happiness tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1933129196954308531?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SpYjrrdrj5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IXw4Quso52I/s72-c/Photo+294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-4717019283309636092</id><published>2009-08-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:01:12.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new adventure!</title><content type='html'>So Miss Jane Tabor has been talking to me about this Cookie Lee thing for quite some time now and I've always been like giiirl that is crazy!  But apparently God had something different for in mind.  As the summer went on, it became clear to me that I know longer should work at World Elite.  The hours weren't really working for me and it would definitely be too much with school this next year.  So I prayed about quitting for sometime and God just gave me the confirmation that it was time for me to part with World Elite and he gave me such a peace about it.  So as my last day of work approached, I started to worry about money because suddenly Josh and I had some unexpected expenses.  The week before, up at Centrifuge, God had just been teaching me the importance of prayer and turning to him in everything and so I started to pray like crazy about my soon to be unemployment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was my last day of work at the gym and that night Jane had messaged me about Cookie Lee.  So Thursday night I checked my email and read her message about joining Cookie Lee and the current promotion they had for new recruits.  At first I was like no, I just quit my job and for the purpose of focusing on God, school, and my ministry.  But then the current promotion (which was $1000 of free jewelry) was so enticing to me that I had to consider it.  So I called Jane and planned to meet with her the following day.  Josh and I prayed about it and were constantly trying to figure out if we were trying to take control of our financial situation or if God was providing this for us.  So as we prayed and sought out wise council and considered ever single possible pro/con-we decided that this was God's provision and that I had to do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I made the decision and shared it with my family and friends I had a peace and I am now SO VERY EXCITED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought all of my jewelry and love it ALL!  It is all so much fun!  I get to wear all of the jewelry and share it with my friends.  I'm really excited for my new business and can't wait to get it off the ground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do shows--Home Shows, Office Shows, and Fundraisers!  Its going to be so much fun and I can't wait to share this with everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you are interested or would like to see the jewelry or would like to sell Cookie Lee yourself and make some money on the side, let me know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so good about this and can't wait to share it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-4717019283309636092?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4717019283309636092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=4717019283309636092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4717019283309636092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4717019283309636092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-adventure.html' title='My new adventure!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5953109118051037152</id><published>2009-08-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:03:16.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the summertime...</title><content type='html'>School is starting back up in four short days, so here is my awesome summer recap:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I started a kindergarten readiness program at the gym-writing curriculum and teaching the class and I loved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Josh and I dog sat several times to make some extra money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I had my 21st birthday and had a great time celebrating for weeks (literally weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Josh and I went to Chicago with my family (where the birthday celebration continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We then had VBS where I taught the 4 and 5 year olds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We got our baby kitten Dr. Tobias Funke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I went to Lake Tahoe with Reenie and Oran to spend some good time with Nana and Papa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Then less than 12 hours after I got home from Tahoe, we left for Centrifuge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Camp was so much fun and God did SO many amazing things.  It was a great week and I really grew to love our group &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I finished up working at the gym which ended 3 and 1/2 years of a great job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Josh and I went to the Anderson's beach house for the weekend and had a great time at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We dog sat for our girl Roxy (muffin!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I started up my new business with Cookie Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been an incredible summer and went by SO very quickly!  I'm getting ready for my last year of college and I just hope it goes by as quickly as this summer did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5953109118051037152?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-735142330323114752</id><published>2009-08-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:40:26.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely tiiiime</title><content type='html'>So it has been quite awhile since i've blogged.  But the past couple of days have been reminding me of blogging.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I am house sitting at Roxy's (Muffin's) who inspired one of my longest blog post over a year ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I saw Cami Poblete who is an awesome blogger and who I used to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...I'm Baack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tiiiime'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3109193402912110213</id><published>2009-07-11T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:03:25.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so productive!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I cleaned my house, did all of the laundry, bought cleaning supplies, bought a planner, unpacked for both Josh and me, celebrated being married for 6 months with my wonderful husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finished the rest of the laundry (there was a lot!), had breakfast, bought some tea to make sun tea, worked out P90X style, went swimming, went to the bank, went grocery shopping and bought a ton of healthy food, reorganized the fridge, freezer, and pantry, had a protein shake, walked to the lake, around it and back, worked on my lesson plan, had dinner, cleaned up, and its only 9:00pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacation was a good.  I'm now ready to do life (every mundane part of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3109193402912110213?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3109193402912110213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3109193402912110213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3109193402912110213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3109193402912110213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-so-productive-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5226549070258986550</id><published>2009-07-10T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:02:11.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Husband?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SleBvjOXY7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lRYEX6mruf0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SleBvjOXY7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lRYEX6mruf0/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356892935689823154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is that the next logical step?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm missing a  couple of the steps in between the premise and the conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5226549070258986550?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5226549070258986550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5226549070258986550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5226549070258986550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5226549070258986550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-your-husband.html' title='Love Your Husband?'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SleBvjOXY7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lRYEX6mruf0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3575388834871023005</id><published>2009-04-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:57:51.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me, me, me, me! la, la, la, la!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(^that is me singing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel happy because of the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3575388834871023005?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3575388834871023005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3575388834871023005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3575388834871023005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3575388834871023005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-me-me-me-la-la-la-la-that-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1985455069074451036</id><published>2009-03-30T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:47:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the horrible gnat</title><content type='html'>so after dinner, josh and i decided to go on a walk around the RSM lake.  It was dusk and the gnats where out.  i was constantly shewing them away and they were continually hitting me in the face.  josh and i were commenting on how annoying it was when i inhaled and sucked a gnat in to the back of my throat.  It felt like someone threw an m&amp;amp;m straight to the back of my throat.  i started coughing and eventually chocking.  I hate it when you keep coughing and coughing and you know that you are about to throw up, but you try to keep it from happening.   i was there.  i could feel the little gnats body stuck on my dry throat and as i continued to cough and cough, eventually it came, and i threw up all over the grass &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the moral of the story: watch out for gnats with a death wish who want to make you throw up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1985455069074451036?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1985455069074451036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=1985455069074451036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1985455069074451036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1985455069074451036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrible-gnat.html' title='the horrible gnat'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8145076309166048564</id><published>2009-03-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:00:38.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the sun...off in the distance...far away</title><content type='html'>i can't wait for a little break.  i see it coming soon...next week.  next week, work is closed and so i just have to go to class and THEN the next week is spring break and that means lake tahoe!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the mean time, i'll be running with my head cut off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-studying for my test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-finishing my report/starting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-reading a million chapters of pride and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-writing a lesson plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-observation hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-teaching the lesson i plan...while my teacher is observing (nerve-racking!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-doing a lot of reading for history and development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-a bunch of pointless literature assignments that are added at the last second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-bonfiring at CDM with the high schoolers and jr. highers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-working (Mon., Wed., Fri.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-being a wife (A GOOD ONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-trying to have friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-MAKING it THROUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon it will be my favorite!  EASTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's to the distant future of happy break time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8145076309166048564?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8145076309166048564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8145076309166048564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8145076309166048564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8145076309166048564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-comes-sunoff-in-distancefar-away.html' title='here comes the sun...off in the distance...far away'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-9203821787320320606</id><published>2009-03-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:30:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my man loves me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-9203821787320320606?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/9203821787320320606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=9203821787320320606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/9203821787320320606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/9203821787320320606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-man-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3028871267716863548</id><published>2009-03-07T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:00:24.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty</title><content type='html'>sometimes i just feel ugly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tend to not buy into the whole image deal shmeal.  but still at times it gets to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;whenever i go to school and i don't do my hair or make up (which is 99.9% of the time) i look at the other girls who did their hair and their make up and wear cute clothes and it makes me feel like crap.  why do they have to care so much and why don't i?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i struggle with this from time to time and it makes me mad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm a pretty self confident girl--why do i let satan get to me and make me feel bad.  so what if i don't look good.  why are we all trying to sell our looks?  why do we buy into the magazine's lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's the deal...i may feel bad, but i got me a hubby how loves me AND the way i look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; i got an extra hour of sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BO YA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3028871267716863548?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3028871267716863548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3028871267716863548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3028871267716863548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3028871267716863548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/03/honesty.html' title='honesty'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8613262460693594474</id><published>2009-03-03T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:17:37.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>lately i've been going 110 mph and never stopping.  i've been jumping from work to school to youth group to work to school to work and so on NON STOP!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so overwhelmed ALL the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss having the peace and relaxation of not having anything to do.  i can't wait for the quietness of life to settle in ... will it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8613262460693594474?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8613262460693594474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8613262460693594474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8613262460693594474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8613262460693594474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/03/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1587316221166365048</id><published>2009-02-23T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:51:25.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So good</title><content type='html'>Look at what I found in the church's office...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SaL956y70WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JM5d7rQYRzQ/s1600-h/scissors!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SaL956y70WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JM5d7rQYRzQ/s320/scissors!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306082482473128290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My obsession with abnormally sized things continues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for big scissors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1587316221166365048?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1587316221166365048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=1587316221166365048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1587316221166365048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1587316221166365048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-good.html' title='So good'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SaL956y70WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JM5d7rQYRzQ/s72-c/scissors!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-4531554470351426722</id><published>2009-02-18T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:09:29.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pet peeve</title><content type='html'>So i've always hated it when people play "getting to know you" games and they ask you the question what is your biggest pet peeve?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so although i have not discovered my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; pet peeve yet I discovered one in class yesterday which does drive me nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;teacher asks, "Are there any questions?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so person raises hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;teacher calls on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;person proceeds to say, "I have a question" (long pause) (big breath) ...(continues by asking the alleged question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously you have a question.  that is why you raised your hand when your teacher asked..."Are there any questions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-4531554470351426722?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4531554470351426722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=4531554470351426722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4531554470351426722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4531554470351426722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-peeve.html' title='pet peeve'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-4992314941081860228</id><published>2009-02-18T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:01:17.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SZyg3_36RhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fymZr3Mchs0/s1600-h/Photo+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SZyg3_36RhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fymZr3Mchs0/s320/Photo+211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304291345034790418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been way too long since I have blogged.  Sorry.  &lt;div&gt;So today's update: I'm sick and sick of always doing homework.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-4992314941081860228?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4992314941081860228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=4992314941081860228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4992314941081860228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4992314941081860228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-way-too-long-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SZyg3_36RhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fymZr3Mchs0/s72-c/Photo+211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-858067606463843454</id><published>2009-01-26T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:08:10.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Perspective</title><content type='html'>So it has been ages since I've blogged and to be quite honest I don't miss it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've loved being disconnected and living life the way we used to (before the technology overload).  It is so much simpler and its really nice not having to think throughout the day...oh I should blog on this.  I've had no phone, no computer for quite sometime and it really brought some good perspective.  I don't think I'm done, but I'm not dying to blog either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to a new year and a new mindset.  A new pace of life.  I'm done being super busy 24/7.  I'm done with letting everyone know details about my life when they haven't even spoken to me.  I'm done worrying about every little detail.  By not being connected digitally, I can better be connected to people: face to face or even over the phone.  The easy to hide behind computer screen is not the way I want to have relationships.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God made us to be relational beings and if we can't do that without a computer, I think that is extremely sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like I said I'm not done, I'm just no longer letting it be on my radar constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-858067606463843454?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/858067606463843454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=858067606463843454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/858067606463843454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/858067606463843454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-perspective.html' title='A New Perspective'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3360142855621881213</id><published>2009-01-09T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:32:22.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just 1</title><content type='html'>I am getting married in a day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh!  I'm soo very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3360142855621881213?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3360142855621881213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5672576325092455116</id><published>2008-12-19T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:00:44.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas #1</title><content type='html'>so today i had my first official christmas of 2008!  my Nana and Papa came up for dinner.  since they are going to organ to be with my "cousins" for christmas, we had our christmas with them tonight.  they got here around 4:30, but i worked until 6:00--so when i got home i had to quickly make a transformation from girl with a vest to girl in a dress.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before we left for din din we had present time.  josh got some awesome swim trunks.  reenie got a cashmere sweater and a disneyland pass.  and i got a totally classy christmas, i.e. a cashmere sweater and pearl earrings.  heck yes my friends.  i am going to be a super classy lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to dinner at Mastro's (the most amazing freaking steak i've ever had in my ENTIRE life--and that says a lot because i grew up around steak.  my dad was the GM for the chart house for 12 years and at 6 years old my favorite food was prime rib. so when it comes to steak, i don't mess around. )  it was the real deal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny conversations, good food, and lots of wedding questions...a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(lots of funny new stories to tell!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY CHRISTMAS!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5672576325092455116?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5171501659829893665</id><published>2008-12-18T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:46:35.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>done!!</title><content type='html'>so excited!  school is done.  i can't worry about it or stress about it because it is all in the past.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really proud of myself I didn't get stressed this entire semester until the last 3 hours.  Two hours before my last final I realized that I didn't understand one section of the material which would be covered on my final and no one's explanation made sense to me, so i stressed.  Luckily I figured it our and I made it.  finals are over.  this semester is over.  i'm so excited to just get to focus on the wedding and getting excited to be a wife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praise the lord for seeing me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5171501659829893665?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5171501659829893665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5171501659829893665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5171501659829893665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5171501659829893665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/done.html' title='done!!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2499964630778602192</id><published>2008-12-15T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:27:56.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>every kiss begins with kay</title><content type='html'>okay if you haven't seen one of the 4 cheesy kay jewelers commercials..you are really missing out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooo dorky!  every time one is on i just am shocked that they can't do better.  their commercials are always on and so you know they have the money for advertising, but they don't want to use them for making good commercials-they just use them to put them on constantly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got to check it out if you haven't seen it.  my favorite is the one when they guy is like do you remember this place, do you remember this place and finally the girl says i don't remember this place and he says...you will!   cheese ball...then he proposes...interesting stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't forget..."that every kiss begins with kay!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2499964630778602192?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2499964630778602192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2499964630778602192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2499964630778602192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2499964630778602192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-kiss-begins-with-kay.html' title='every kiss begins with kay'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2199526660359864177</id><published>2008-12-15T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:21:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>count downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;25 days to go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for some reason the only question i get asked recently is..."what's the countdown?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm always guessing, but today i know...25 days  (which also means that it is 10 days until Christmas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good times to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2199526660359864177?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2199526660359864177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2199526660359864177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2199526660359864177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2199526660359864177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-downs.html' title='count downs'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6010126111387100653</id><published>2008-12-15T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:31:58.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah!</title><content type='html'>i should be studying for finals, but i have wedding things to do!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm doing wedding things.  this is soo very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school just needs to be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when someone asks for all responses to be returned by the 15th of December---35% of them shouldn't still be missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6010126111387100653?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6010126111387100653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6010126111387100653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6010126111387100653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6010126111387100653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah.html' title='bah!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2588202749693592239</id><published>2008-12-15T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:10:27.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is near</title><content type='html'>i see it off in the distance...the distance of Wednesday evening.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million assignments, papers, assigned reading, and projects down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two tests to go (plus one reflection paper, but its so itsy bitsy that it doesn't really count).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this has been one of the most insane semesters of my life.  i've never not been so concerned with getting good grades, but its been really good.  i've had so many other things going on in my life that if i had cared so much it would have made me crazy and totally unhealthy (before you say that i'm crazy  now-just picture me with the stress of being a perfectionist in school on top of that...i'm way less crazy).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that the end is near, i'm getting really excited.  soon to married to the love of my life, my best friend.  so basically my life rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2588202749693592239?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2588202749693592239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2588202749693592239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2588202749693592239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2588202749693592239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-is-near.html' title='the end is near'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5885402641311733353</id><published>2008-12-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:31.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>injured, injured bad</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning to mom, "Kaitlin, I have some bad news"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i immediately thought someone had died--why else would my mom be waking me up at 6:00 in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she continued to say your car got hit last night.  the second she said that i woke right up.  she went on to say that it was a hit and run and that Reenie was leaving for school this morning and saw the remnants of the crash.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some moron hit my parked car at like 4:20 in the morning.  they hit my car so hard that my car hit into my sister's car which was parked behind me and shattered her toll road transponder.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we waited for the cops to come and do a report.  the cop was supper nice and really funny.  he really helped lighten the mood and he really thinks there is a good chance that we will find the guy (which i hope is true! because I don't have the money to pay my deductible to get it fixed and there has got to be a couple thousand dollars worth of damage)  so we will see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my car is pretty beat up.  the front bummer is smashed, my left headlight is smashed.  the frame around my left front tire is smashed into the tire.  there is liquid from my engine dripping (i.e. engine damage--yikes!) and it is just a wreck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is really a good thing this didn't happen like a year ago because i would be a wreck.  i LOVE my car and back then i loved it probably a bit too much and i would have been devastated.  my mom and josh are both shocked that i'm so calm right now--but maybe i'm still in shock?  who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the first thing i thought of when i went out there was...my baby is injured, injured bad (from that hospital commercial)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5885402641311733353?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5885402641311733353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5885402641311733353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;josh and i got a wii for a shower gift yesterday!  WAHOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2065578514993368095?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2065578514993368095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2065578514993368095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2065578514993368095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2065578514993368095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/wiiiii.html' title='wiiiii!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6861293549796700121</id><published>2008-12-07T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:07:05.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so clean!</title><content type='html'>lots of showers!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had two wedding showers this weekend, both given by my church homes!  it was really fun to get to celebrate my upcoming wedding with my church family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday PCI threw me a beautiful shower.  it was really fun for me to get to introduce my mom to the people who are important to me and my ministry.  it was really nice to spend some good girl time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today Foothills threw me a shower.  it was really fun to go to church there today and get to see everyone again.  it had been so long since i'd been there.  it was really nice to be there and to get to celebrate with the ladies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the body of Christ.  it is so encouraging to see how they come around you and support you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really a fun weekend! plus we got some great things for our new place!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6861293549796700121?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-890749076639805333</id><published>2008-12-05T00:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:27:26.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tree for me</title><content type='html'>all week I've been looking forward to tonight!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight we got our christmas tree and decorated!  it was so much and we got a beautiful, big, bodacious tree.  it was so fun to decorate and have fun with the family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAy for christmas and christmas trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-890749076639805333?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/545661038044050209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=545661038044050209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/545661038044050209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/545661038044050209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2784079606586964259</id><published>2008-11-30T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:14:23.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>My dearest friend and homeschooler Dustin returned to California, where he belongs!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun to hang out with Dustin all day today.  He has been in Italy all semester and now he is back (well until Wednesday-in California that is).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to catch up and hear all of his fun stories from his trip.  It was really good to get to hang and be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Dustin is an art student (from Italy) we decided to do a photo shoot with his newish (new to me) camera.  So Reenie and I got all did up (if you could call it that) and Josh, Dustin, Reenie, and I headed to the hills for some sweet photo action.  It was really fun and I totally felt like I was going "to be on top."  Except for the whole I don't know how to model thing but these are just minor details, right?  But needless to say it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we returned for a good home cooked meal, jacuzzi, homework/Dustin edited, and DH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all it was really good to have my boy Duuuuusty back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome Homeschool Dustin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1833406930236215500</id><published>2008-11-30T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:02:08.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new and improved way to date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So fun!  A week ago Josh and I had things to do on our own so we went our separate ways.  We both ended up on the computer and we were both totally distracted.  I kept facebooking (which I never really do) and Josh was on so we started chatting in that chat thing/aim thingy.  This continued for awhile as we continued to "get things done" while periodically chatting.  Yet suddenly Josh remembered iChat.  So that's what we did!  It was so much fun.  We had a good time with it and I have a few proofs from the evening I thought I'd share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4-1yNsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gZGw1C2emQE/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711200615249602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Josh showing me the mirror...i.e. thats why there are two of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4-UECII/AAAAAAAAAEk/hjGhTQaVo6g/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4-UECII/AAAAAAAAAEk/hjGhTQaVo6g/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711200473811074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Josh's CD cover for his upcoming album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4rg09bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xtdaCm7tQwY/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4rg09bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xtdaCm7tQwY/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711195427075506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4Icj2YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qhe0fx7Jgp0/s1600-h/Picture+6.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were laughing the whole time at our "date"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4Icj2YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qhe0fx7Jgp0/s1600-h/Picture+6.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJosqJfVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E2jg1x2fhs8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJosqJfVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E2jg1x2fhs8/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274710920856698194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we definitely had fun changing our effects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So next time you want a free date, thank Mac for iChat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1833406930236215500?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOJ4-1yNsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gZGw1C2emQE/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-418051453219530302</id><published>2008-11-30T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:48:24.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and it feels so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love rediscovering something you once loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOIVdAs28I/AAAAAAAAADk/1zd8lHKmIkA/s1600-h/rock+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOIVdAs28I/AAAAAAAAADk/1zd8lHKmIkA/s320/rock+band.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709490727181250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me this break it was Rock Band.  I forgot how I loved to play and how I spent hours upon hours playing with my friends and family and how that really was so much fun.  From Thursday to Saturday, I played 4 times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fuN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay Rock Band!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-418051453219530302?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/418051453219530302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=418051453219530302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/418051453219530302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/418051453219530302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and it feels so good!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/STOIVdAs28I/AAAAAAAAADk/1zd8lHKmIkA/s72-c/rock+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2676646074854068671</id><published>2008-11-25T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:18:52.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uneasy</title><content type='html'>i feel sick to my stomach.  i'm uneasy.  i want to control these things.  i want to just be happy and like it all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2676646074854068671?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2676646074854068671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2676646074854068671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2676646074854068671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2676646074854068671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/uneasy.html' title='uneasy'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5996739840427310977</id><published>2008-11-23T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:51:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>distraught</title><content type='html'>my phone has died!  i've been so frustrated with it lately that it is probably mad at me for not loving it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you know how to fix an iPhone when it just dies completely....you let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never realized how many things i use my phone for.  it has so much on it that I use it constantly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5996739840427310977?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1758815935096928407</id><published>2008-11-23T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:38:59.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes</title><content type='html'>so today i opened up my iTunes because i wanted to buy a song and as it opened Josh and I started cracking up.  This is what appeared!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SSpZPO3RCDI/AAAAAAAAADc/gWQ1kRGzN80/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SSpZPO3RCDI/AAAAAAAAADc/gWQ1kRGzN80/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272124432013396018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now 24!  Dang I am such a dork.  But the good thing is i did NOT buy that CD personally, I just put it on my computer.  plus it is from a long time ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but needless to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it cracks me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(thought i'd share)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1758815935096928407?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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a godly woman who just brings people joy even in the midst of the difficulties that life throws her way.  She is such an encouragement to me.  We talked about the hard stuff and we were both encouraged.  God spoke to us tonight through each other and it was just so rad (look at me talking/writing like her...i do that when i'm around her...i pick up her lingo).  I was just reminded that God has a plan for EVERYTHING in our lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we talked about so many amazing things, there is just one thing that I want to share with yall.  We were talking and i realized that God has a plan for our friendship and it just blew my mind.  of course this is something that i "know," but to actually realize it and get a glimpse of it tonight was just so exciting.  I was telling Sarah that it is so easy for me to get comfortable with God and just know that he is a big God with big love.  It is just so easy to have that be meaningless truths in my life and it is moments when I realize the way God uses my friendships with people (specifically I realized this tonight about sarah) that I see God's love and his bigness before my eyes.  My friendship with this amazing girl blows my mind.  God wants me to have her in my life and we love each other and we love God and it is just the most exciting thing for me to experience that and realize that I have the most amazing friends! We can be there for each other in EVERYTHING and we can point each other to God and we can support each other in all things and it is just so unique.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just really thrilled that God loves me so much that I now have Sarah!  When I think about how we were put together, I just see God at work.  There is no possible way that you could look at that situation and not see God's hand.  It is just so cool.  The way our friendship is just proves to me that God is real and he is involved in the details in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love moments when God smacks me upside the head and says check out what I'm doing for you my little girl, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8002763234629355677?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2768662789031127069</id><published>2008-11-18T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:16:08.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buzz butt</title><content type='html'>so yesterday morning Josh and I were driving up to Biola.  As we were getting off of the freeway my butt started to go crazy.  My left cheek kept twitching...really intensely and in a pattern.  I thought it was so strange, but I went with it.  So after this had been going on for like 15 minutes, I started to worry.  So i put my hand down on the chair next to my butt just to find Josh's phone.  His phone that vibrates every time you touch it.  Immediately I started cracking up.  It was so funny.  I thought something was wrong with my butt, but in reality I was just hitting the phone on accident. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2768662789031127069?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2768662789031127069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2768662789031127069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2768662789031127069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2768662789031127069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/buzz-butt.html' title='buzz butt'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5928539230182926077</id><published>2008-11-17T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:43:20.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>so this weekend was completely exhausting!  we had the all nighter and i was up and good on energy until 6am...then i CRASHED!  I got so tired.  so i got home around 9am on Sunday morning and slept until 4pm.  So i was still tired and i had to write a paper last night.  so i got past the point of being tired, so then I couldn't fall asleep until really really late and so i am officially exhausted!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but YAY GLOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5928539230182926077?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5928539230182926077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5928539230182926077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5928539230182926077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5928539230182926077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7514434616491940831</id><published>2008-11-13T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:48:59.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>YAY!  today josh and i got to go look at our condo!  I am just so excited to start my life with him!  I am going to come home everyday to the man of my dreams!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7514434616491940831?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7514434616491940831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7514434616491940831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7514434616491940831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7514434616491940831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3642782406414263363</id><published>2008-11-11T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:20:03.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>already!</title><content type='html'>so a pet peve of mine is that everyone always forgets about thanksgiving.  what the heck?  the second halloween is over everyone puts up christmas lights.  now don't get me wrong i love christmas lights, but PLEASE let us first enjoy thanksgiving!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least 3 of my neighbors already have their lights up and trust me, they did not put them up themselves.  where is the joy in christmas lights when they are a month early and you don't put them up yourself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3642782406414263363?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3642782406414263363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3642782406414263363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3642782406414263363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3642782406414263363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/already.html' title='already!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7666605420349160415</id><published>2008-11-11T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:28:51.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you live for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7666605420349160415?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7666605420349160415/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2076407073228330592</id><published>2008-11-11T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:26:51.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes</title><content type='html'>Reenie and i can't roll our eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Reenie just blinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I just look up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get why my mom would always say, "Don't roll your eyes at me" when we where younger.  I don't think that is a talent you can loose. So she must have been lying!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2076407073228330592?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2076407073228330592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2076407073228330592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2076407073228330592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2076407073228330592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes.html' title='eyes'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3156603437898809360</id><published>2008-11-04T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:57:39.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if?</title><content type='html'>so today i googled my husband to be and i learned something new about him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is a star football player at Mary Hardin-Baylor.  and although i've never heard of this school, i found headlines saying he is the hero for Mary Hardin-Baylor and I couldn't be more proud.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SRCM2hecGlI/AAAAAAAAADU/rHsVmkANYFk/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SRCM2hecGlI/AAAAAAAAADU/rHsVmkANYFk/s320/josh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264862832722975314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my baby go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA what if?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3156603437898809360?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3156603437898809360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3156603437898809360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3156603437898809360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3156603437898809360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if.html' title='what if?'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SRCM2hecGlI/AAAAAAAAADU/rHsVmkANYFk/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7820355193407732103</id><published>2008-11-03T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:07:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>voting</title><content type='html'>i'm excited to vote.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i researched all of the props and i'm ready to hit up the polls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7820355193407732103?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7820355193407732103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7820355193407732103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7820355193407732103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7820355193407732103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting.html' title='voting'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5951224767594754921</id><published>2008-10-31T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:31:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking up</title><content type='html'>it is hard to do!  i've never been good at breaking up with people or calling things off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is something that i've had to work on ever since josh and i got engaged.  it is a weird dynamic, the relationships which are created between the vendors you meet with as you plan your wedding.  the process which you must undergo to learn their experience and most importantly find out how outrageously expensive they are (and see if they are less of outrage than the others).  during this process it is totally like a dating relationship.  they call you to check up on you, see you have any questions, or concerns.  they want to know how the search is going (if you there is someone else).  but all along you can't tell them that you are "seeing other people"/vendors.  it is a really awkward situation, because all along they know there is someone else, but they are hoping that they are the better of the two (or several).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as this process starts it is easy to eliminate vendors.  after some first meetings you know that it is not for you and you immediately can call them up and say thanks for your time, but you don't fit our style/personality/vision/price range and although it is still uncomfortable to do, you do it with ease.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the process goes on it becomes more and more difficult.  you narrow down your search to a few.  and you become a player, leading on several vendors at a time.  then eventually you have to make the decision.  this is no longer an easy decision to make.  all of the vendors have something you like, that is why your courtship has lasted as long as it has, but who do you like the most.  who are you comfortable entrusting that one aspect of your wedding to?  one of them may totally fail and this is something that every vendor tells you on one of your dates, they share of their competitors who have failed, who have the horror stories, but they won't tell you who they are.  so then you start to wonder are they talking about one of the other vendors i'm dealing with or are they talking about themselves.  scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually you make the decision (which for me is a total struggle, because there are so many different things i like about them all and then i just have to commit and this is a struggle for me because i need to know everyone else's opinion: i.e. my mom and josh's.  and then if they give me their opinion and it wasn't what i was leaning towards my mind starts to freak out and start to re-think it all. it is very nerve racking).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then comes the infamous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakup!&lt;/span&gt;  you have to call every vendor and break it to them gently.  explain that there is someone else out there who is just better.  then they try to hold on offering something or telling of how excited they were to do your wedding and how they had so many ideas.  and then it is easy to question yourself and you have a few seconds to figure it out and the pressure is more than you can bare.  but you overcome and stand strong behind the decision you've already made.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; you hang up that phone it is OVER!  no more thinking about past relationships.  once the decision has been made there is no more cheating.  no thinking about what if i'd gone with... because then trouble will come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i ended the last wedding relationship i'll ever end!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5951224767594754921?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5951224767594754921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5951224767594754921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5951224767594754921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5951224767594754921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-up.html' title='breaking up'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-4642162563224178087</id><published>2008-10-30T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:17:39.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish people understood or at least cared to ask and actually listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-4642162563224178087?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4642162563224178087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=4642162563224178087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4642162563224178087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4642162563224178087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/wishing.html' title='wishing'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7777362335326979970</id><published>2008-10-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:14:16.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so'/><title type='text'>Side Sitters</title><content type='html'>so josh and i totally have this pet peeve about side sitters.  you know what i'm talking about.  when you go out to eat and there is always that couple who sits on the same side of the table.  it is just soo very awkward.  they are just sitting side by side and have to turn their necks completely to even be able to look at each other.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i was at the caf and saw some side sitters and it just reminded me of last year.  for like two weeks straight last semester every time josh and i would go to lunch or dinner together at the caf there was this one side sitting couple who would sit by us.  it became totally uncomfortable because every time they would be facing us and it felt like we were their evening's entertainment because they both were facing us and there was nothing in between us.  soo uncomfortable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhoo,  that is how josh and i truly came to feel awkward for the side sitting couples who don't realize how awkward they are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if you happen to be a side sitter, i apologize for the bashing, but maybe try sitting across from each other.  i'm sure that if you do your neck won't hurt after dinner and you can focus on your significant other.  plus you will make it much more comfortable for those around you also trying to enjoy their meal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7777362335326979970?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7777362335326979970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7777362335326979970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7777362335326979970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7777362335326979970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/side-sitters.html' title='Side Sitters'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8847173539269737292</id><published>2008-10-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:59:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>world religions</title><content type='html'>so i'm in this world religions class and i'm not really too into it.   it is interesting to learn about other religions, but the way this class is taught is not particularly interesting.  so unless it is taught in an interesting way, i am not a fan.&lt;div&gt;i love jesus. &lt;div&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortunately tonight we got out two hours early!  hip hip hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8847173539269737292?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8847173539269737292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8847173539269737292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8847173539269737292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8847173539269737292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-religions.html' title='world religions'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6414323621173757838</id><published>2008-10-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:13:30.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I kicked my professor</title><content type='html'>So today we had the Torrey Conference and we were sitting in the bleachers for an hour and forty-five minutes.  By this time my butt was completely numb and I was wayyy uncomfortable. I kept shifting around trying to uncomfortable.  I moved several times and tried several positions to protect my aching bottom.   My professor from the class I dropped earlier this semester was sitting in front of me.  Unfortunately at one point I had my knees up and I was holding them to my chest with my arms when suddenly one of them slipped.  My leg swung out and without any control, I kicked my professor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opps?  it really was an accident &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6414323621173757838?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6414323621173757838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6414323621173757838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6414323621173757838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6414323621173757838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-kicked-my-professor.html' title='I kicked my professor'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2749766074666712019</id><published>2008-10-19T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:14:48.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>womanizer</title><content type='html'>so i was just looking at the iTunes store and saw that Britney Spears has a new video.  being curious i decided to watch the preview.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is sooo very ironic!  She is singing about this guy who is a womanizer and yet she is naked dancing in this steam room.  She thinks she is just being sexy, but she is making herself an object which makes it possible for men to be "womanizers" and further more she is encouraging them to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good one brit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2749766074666712019?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2749766074666712019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2749766074666712019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2749766074666712019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2749766074666712019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/womanizer.html' title='womanizer'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-506328238181071995</id><published>2008-10-14T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:38:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comforting</title><content type='html'>i always find it interesting to see how people respond when you share with them the troubles you are currently facing.  The majority of people's responses are something along the lines of "everything will be okay or work out."  And while sometimes that is comforting, more often than not that drives me crazy.  I don't want to hear its all going to work out and everything will be okay.  Because in the midst of that confession their is pain and suffering.  I don't want to be fixed, I don't want to hear its going to be okay, because if I thought it would be I wouldn't be sharing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love it when someone just sits with me in my pain.  i love it when people say "that is difficult."  without trying to fix me or comfort me, these responses bring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-506328238181071995?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/506328238181071995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=506328238181071995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/506328238181071995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/506328238181071995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/comforting.html' title='comforting'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-832591789643523247</id><published>2008-10-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:54:48.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much dharma</title><content type='html'>today in my world religions class we talked about Buddhism.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    suffering and desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            ....so much dharma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-832591789643523247?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/832591789643523247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=832591789643523247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/832591789643523247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/832591789643523247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-dharma.html' title='so much dharma'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6451674591370322744</id><published>2008-10-13T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:47:23.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jamie</title><content type='html'>Today i googled Jamie Vandewarker!&lt;div&gt;  I was trying to find her blog, but no luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;booo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is all over the place for water polo!  yaa girl--you rock, rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6451674591370322744?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6451674591370322744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6451674591370322744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6451674591370322744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6451674591370322744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/jamie.html' title='jamie'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8001910373990013007</id><published>2008-10-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:58:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fro to the yo!</title><content type='html'>So to be quite honest there was a time when I had a problem.  I was addicted.  I probably spent more money on my addiction than was necessary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped Golden Spoon get its start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was addicted to fro yo-addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually Josh pointed out that it was a problem.  I was totally in denial, but eventually I came around.  Slowly, but surely I let my fro yo slip away.  My daily visits lessened to every couple days, to once a week, to twice a month, to once a month, to never craving it.  I was no longer addicted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It probably never would have happened if my favorite flavor was year-round.  BOYSENBERRY!!!  it is heavenly!  and ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.....it is BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this month and this month only, forget yogurtland, cherry on top, whatever other fro yo places there are and visit my favorite G-SPOON to get some FRO YO BOYSENBERRY style!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8001910373990013007?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8001910373990013007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8001910373990013007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8001910373990013007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8001910373990013007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/fro-to-yo.html' title='Fro to the yo!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1202759915302827706</id><published>2008-10-04T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:49:23.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers please!</title><content type='html'>my aunt cindy is back in the hospital.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prayers please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1202759915302827706?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1202759915302827706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=1202759915302827706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1202759915302827706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1202759915302827706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers-please.html' title='prayers please!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6423225073485748486</id><published>2008-10-04T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:25:40.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>materialism makes me sad.  where we live all anyone cares about is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sick of all of the girls being obsessed with models and their disgustingly skinny bodies. all of the designer name brands. and being so concerned with appearance and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonder no one knows who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonder we are insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonder we don't know who God is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonder we don't know who we are in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonder we lose our identities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6423225073485748486?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6423225073485748486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6423225073485748486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6423225073485748486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6423225073485748486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-383642080323383569</id><published>2008-09-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:46:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing we simply call christianity...my little reminders</title><content type='html'>so as i'm killing myself trying to study for my theology test...there were a few quotes i wanted to share with you all ...some quotes/thruths that really hit me/spoke to me/made me say "sooo true!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo, here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jesus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; eternal life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the Goal of salvation is NOT eternal life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Salvation is a work of God for man rather than a work of man for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*faith is supposed to be a JOYOUS thing--it is a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*we are all spiritual virgins --&gt;by justification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*there is faith that is less than saving faith--&gt;i.e. like that of the demons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*God doesn't play it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;A safe God is someone I have domesticated=boring!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my favorite...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation isn't about being safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-383642080323383569?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/383642080323383569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=383642080323383569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/383642080323383569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/383642080323383569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-thing-we-simply-call.html' title='this thing we simply call christianity...my little reminders'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7562170440301291039</id><published>2008-09-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:24:05.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naked</title><content type='html'>i've been naked lately!  but it all ended yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have my ring (my bling ring) because the jeweler had to fix it for me.  So since sunday I was naked.  I freaked out a million times thinking that I had lost it, but my baby is home again.  Right where it belongs on my finger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7562170440301291039?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7562170440301291039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7562170440301291039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7562170440301291039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7562170440301291039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/naked.html' title='naked'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6530908633930125268</id><published>2008-09-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:16:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hip horray!</title><content type='html'>she farted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6530908633930125268?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2984894737885229962</id><published>2008-09-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:33:16.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for a fart!</title><content type='html'>My aunt had surgery on her intestines last Thursday.  She had a blockage because of a car accident she was in when she was in elementary school.  When her body produces scare tissue, too much is made and this caused a blockage across her intestines so that nothing could come out.  This is not the first time this has happened to her unfortunately.  It can be life threatening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, the surgery went well and she is out of harms way.  She has been in the hospital since then.  They just introduced food to her again to see if everything is working properly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night when I got home my mom was like "we need to pray for a fart."  (once she farts they will be able to release her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought this was hilarious!  so i thought i'd share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so pray for a fart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2984894737885229962?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2984894737885229962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2984894737885229962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2984894737885229962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2984894737885229962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/praying-for-fart.html' title='Praying for a fart!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-9106500555242312435</id><published>2008-09-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:58:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runners!</title><content type='html'>Something I've always loved is people running!  It just makes me really happy.  Especially when someone is fully dressed in normal clothes with their backpack or purse, but mostly with the backpack.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do have a few runners at our school which really makes me happy!  It really just makes my day to see a funny runner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-9106500555242312435?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/9106500555242312435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=9106500555242312435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/9106500555242312435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/9106500555242312435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/runners.html' title='Runners!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3565862926229540292</id><published>2008-09-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:16:49.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pog Blog</title><content type='html'>Do you remember pogs?  Kindergarten and first grade right?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my pogs were lost when we moved from Palm Springs back to San Diego the summer going into second grade-or so I thought!  For the past 15 years my mom has always told us this story about our move.  My dad was transfered to the La Jolla Chart House from the one in Palm Springs, so we moved back to San Diego.  Unfortunately our house still had another family living in it so we had to move in with my grandparents for a couple of months until our house was vacant again.  Since we could not bring all of our things to my grandparents house, most of our belongings were in storage out in the desert.  The day we went to move back into our house, my dad went out to the desert to make sure the movers got all of our belongings in the truck so that they could move us into our home.  (this is where my mom's story comes in!)  So for the past 15 years my mom has been mad at my dad because all of the boxes didn't make it to our house.  My dad left before the movers had finished loading up the truck because he was going golfing.  So my mom blamed my dad because our pogs never made it home.  I was devastated!  The pog fad had not yet passed and here I was in a new school without pogs! (totally horrible right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a story that has been told several times over the years (josh can vouch for that one).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend my parents were cleaning out the garage.  My mom comes running into my room holding my pogs!!  (Whaaaaaat!)  Yes, she found the box!  we had since then moved it with us from San Diego to our house here in Rancho 13 years ago.  My mom had never opened the box because it was labeled "Kids Crafts" and she didn't think that our pogs would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say, I was very excited to get my pogs back!  Although I do remember having more (in a bigger pog sleeve thingy), so maybe one of the boxes is still missing!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom apologized to my dad and all is restored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3565862926229540292?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3565862926229540292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3565862926229540292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3565862926229540292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3565862926229540292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/pog-blog.html' title='Pog Blog'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2945864712754103154</id><published>2008-09-09T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:09:35.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cats are easily embarrassed</title><content type='html'>so this morning i wake up and my cat, Maddy, is scratching at the back door.  so i let her in and go back into my room to grab my homework.  when i walked out of my room i saw my cat licking my dog's leg (Rusty).  it was soo cute!  normally the two of them fight or play roughly together.  Rusty is always fascinated by Maddy, but Maddy is never interested.  Probably once every other week Rusty has a scratch on his face because he got too close to little miss Maddy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was hilarious to witness this interaction.  yet as soon as Maddy saw me, see got embarrassed and walked away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2945864712754103154?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2945864712754103154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2945864712754103154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2945864712754103154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2945864712754103154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/cats-are-easily-embarrassed.html' title='cats are easily embarrassed'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8096214788060549761</id><published>2008-09-07T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:03:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"life is a run-away train you can't wait to jump on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8096214788060549761?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8096214788060549761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8096214788060549761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8096214788060549761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8096214788060549761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-run-away-train-you-cant-wait-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8985826445706640012</id><published>2008-09-04T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:42:28.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends!! i love us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDUcyExuLI/AAAAAAAAADA/QuHVsd1_-HE/s1600-h/Photo+414.jpg"&gt;Rock Band for the Meggers and Jamers&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDUcyExuLI/AAAAAAAAADA/QuHVsd1_-HE/s320/Photo+414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423557202491570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDT5v3dkBI/AAAAAAAAACg/6uqD5-P9udw/s1600-h/Photo+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDT5v3dkBI/AAAAAAAAACg/6uqD5-P9udw/s320/Photo+410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242422955314352146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;sarah and i play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDT5_JRd2I/AAAAAAAAACo/W-EKHTOxVLc/s1600-h/Photo+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDT5_JRd2I/AAAAAAAAACo/W-EKHTOxVLc/s320/Photo+413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242422959415588706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDT6M5we6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/twL8_RM0Fe0/s1600-h/Photo+411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDT6M5we6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/twL8_RM0Fe0/s320/Photo+411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242422963108608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROOOOCK IT!...i love their faces --filled with concentration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8985826445706640012?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8985826445706640012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8985826445706640012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8985826445706640012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8985826445706640012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends-i-love-us.html' title='friends!! i love us!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SMDUcyExuLI/AAAAAAAAADA/QuHVsd1_-HE/s72-c/Photo+414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5423933950928121960</id><published>2008-09-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:39:49.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting back in the swing of things</title><content type='html'>Summer, oh how i love summer!  But one of the worst things of all time is the end of summer.  I just have the hardest time adjusting to school again.  Summer is too long for an easy transition into school.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to write papers and that sort of thing (that darn homework thing!) and i keep making so many typos and then I realized that its like i can't really spell anymore (well not that I've ever been good at it, but this is worse than usual).  I am hoping that once i get back in the swing of things that it will just come back to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5423933950928121960?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5423933950928121960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5423933950928121960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5423933950928121960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5423933950928121960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='getting back in the swing of things'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6137955521173904782</id><published>2008-09-01T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:34:36.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy MEE!</title><content type='html'>My life has just been a whirlwind lately!  I never really know what is going on and I'm constantly running from one thing to the next--yikes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So recap of my craziness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*youth stuff (planning the people hunt and seeing it through and helping Josh with message stuff and debriefing his crazy days of construction and relationships and drama!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*working a TON! (trying to get the gym in shape for september and reorganize rolls and stuff which got waayy messed up this summer. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; making some mula which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a plus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*school started (i'm taking 15 units and all but one of my classes are really hard and they all have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton&lt;/span&gt; of homework)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*planning the wedding (which is going okay...but there is just so much more that needs to get done, but the thing is i need to find a time when josh can do somethings with me because they require his approval.  BUT good news i'm going to my first fitting next saturday--yaay i loooove my dress)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ohh and i need to do my chapel make ups which are due on Tuesday--BAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--so basically i never sleep and my brain is constantly running through something.  this is going to be a crazzzy semester!  i think i might start to loose it at some point, but once it is over i get to marry the man of my dreams---sooo it is all worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6137955521173904782?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6137955521173904782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6137955521173904782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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decided to finally cave and buy a bluetooth device.  so i went to target and asked the guy to help me out...i finally decided on the expensive one that was on sale (right good strategy...?--wrong!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently kaitlin erwin is not made for this kind of technology!  my ears are too small and the stupid thing won't stay on.  so although it works really well, my ear is too small...so i guess i'm back to no talking in the car!  boooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3225586451711161079?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3225586451711161079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7666003292212442807</id><published>2008-08-09T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:38:07.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence please!</title><content type='html'>for the past 45 minutes the alarm at the school down the street from my house has been going off...and it is driving me insane!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sick of the constant noise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7666003292212442807?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7666003292212442807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7666003292212442807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7666003292212442807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7666003292212442807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/08/silence-please.html' title='silence please!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3281768880310933296</id><published>2008-08-06T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:12:14.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love him</title><content type='html'>i am in love!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well this isn't really ground breaking news, but i am 120% head over heels for Josh!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got to go out on a date tonight (which is something we haven't gotten to do in a few weeks because of his job and my job and the fact that he went away to camp for a week came home and we had something going on every single night the next week and then the following week i went to tahoe).  it is just so nice to be together just the two of us.  we got to have dinner and afterwards some tea and a little window shopping.  a night of good conversation, long waits at dinner, and a good time together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-3281768880310933296?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3281768880310933296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=3281768880310933296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3281768880310933296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/3281768880310933296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-him.html' title='i love him'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-3258491517987793204</id><published>2008-08-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:07:41.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bomb threat</title><content type='html'>today didn't really play out the way I had expected it to.  I was supposed to babysit and then go to work.  so i woke up and everything was going according to plan--i was babysitting for my mom's meeting and suddenly my mom tells me i need to go home right now because there was a bomb threat at a house right across the way from my house.  so i rushed home to help my sister collect the animals and get out of the house and away from there.  as i pulled up to my house the entrance to the street which the house was on was caution taped off and there were several fire trucks, cop cars, undercover cop cars, and cops guarding the entrance.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so needless to say it was kind of a crazy day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reenie and i (plus amy, rusty, and maddie) went over to megan's for the afternoon--yay megan!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out that the house (which is the notorious crime house in our neighborhood. mom is a prostitute and has gone to jail for it several times.  son set a fire in the canyon behind our neighborhood.  all into drugs.  it is believed that they have a meth lab.  the dad has been sent away to jail.  the daughter has a baby.  and the list goes on and on...) had explosives buried in the backyard.  according to the news an ex convicted (thinking the mom) called the police reporting that a man (thinking it is the son who is like 23 or 4) was burying explosives in the yard and according to my neighbor who is the chief of the fire department they believed that if the bomb would blow it would take down a 3 block radius.  so eventually the cops got a search warrant and they found the bomb, removed it, and blew it up in this cool bomb squad truck/car thingy (i saw it as they were driving away it was like a truckish thing that had this metal box thingy on a trailer-like thingy and a circle metal thingy and i guess that is where they blew it up). so my hood is safe, but it was quite the unexpected event of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not at all how i planed my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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threat'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8875193362952672766</id><published>2008-08-04T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:52:31.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahoe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and I went on vacation up north in Lake Tahoe.  My grandparents have a house up there (a beautiful house which is 70 feet from the lake with an amazing view may I add) and they let us use it for the week.  It was so nice to just get away from work and wedding plans and stress.  I was just so worn out before I left and was in desperate need of some serious vaca.  It was great--we went out on the boat (they let us use their boat as well) everyday, well everyday but one and that day we went down the truckee river.  I am such a water girl, i just love it.  It is just so refreshing and renewing and it is truly freeing for me.  So we would go on the boat all day and then we would come home relax/go to town/get ready for dinner, go out and then just hang out as a family and play games and talk and go on walks.  I loved it--a whole lot of nothing basically but relaxation which is totally my type of vacation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really just got to leave all of my stress behind and relax.  It was really good for me because i needed some good God time and I really got to do that during the week.  I tried to set aside about an hour a day for me and God.  I re-read the Johns: 1, 2, 3 (since I had read them the week before for Josh's taste-test challenge haha) and it was really good to meditate on them and just let the words hit my heart and sink in.  So each day I would try to put into practice whatever i had learned that day in my reading (or the day before because I didn't get to read everyday).  God really spoke to me and I feel like he is shifting my vision and helping me focus on truth and areas of my life that need to be changed.  It was really good to just let God speak to me without the distractions of life which I am constantly bombarded with at home.  I also have been trying to set aside my exercise time as worship time as well (fit for christ inspiration baby!) and so I worked out like four times this past week and just put my ipod on to phil the wickman and just let my focus be on the words of the worship songs.  I really just let those words be my prayers and I feel like God is just starting to work in mighty ways in my life.  I'm just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; excited about God right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the fun events of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to drive a boat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAOFkPuQI/AAAAAAAAABw/bi3z3EILgC8/s1600-h/IMG_2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAOFkPuQI/AAAAAAAAABw/bi3z3EILgC8/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579365482313986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;found a tiny stop sign which was really high up on a thick pole (ps if you didn't know i love random things like something really big or really small, basically just anything out of place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAOXCyF0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dl8-QgFJGhc/s1600-h/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAOXCyF0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dl8-QgFJGhc/s320/IMG_2373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579370173798210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went in the water everyday and tried to help make the 52 degree water a little warmer (if you get what I'm saying--tinkle time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAO3zl4fI/AAAAAAAAACA/-0dRZhUkEU4/s1600-h/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAO3zl4fI/AAAAAAAAACA/-0dRZhUkEU4/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579378968453618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;won an imaginary $60 playing black jack (but this was huge because I almost lost $400...so $60 ain't too shabby) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAPNn8GXI/AAAAAAAAACI/nQX5CqRVC50/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAPNn8GXI/AAAAAAAAACI/nQX5CqRVC50/s320/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579384825158002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried my first oyster (it was okay, but i would personally never order it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAPeTK5iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xBKoWahE4FI/s1600-h/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAPeTK5iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xBKoWahE4FI/s320/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579389301450274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate 4 hula pies (I had some help, but always seemed to finish off the last big hunk...exhibit A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJa_buLqmTI/AAAAAAAAABo/mKs1-5H7sgs/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJa_buLqmTI/AAAAAAAAABo/mKs1-5H7sgs/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230578500211743026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to see my sarah baby! and play and catch up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbCIGh5J7I/AAAAAAAAACY/-hbiuFQp22I/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbCIGh5J7I/AAAAAAAAACY/-hbiuFQp22I/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230581461684922290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate my first scallion (thanks surah!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;got bit by a canadian goose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;got sick and threw up five times on the last night (y'all should be glad I don't have a picture of that because you know i'd put it up!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was great!!! but it is good to be home...i suppose.  No but really it is so good to be with Josh again and just to get to share what God has been doing in my life and hear about him and his week and just be together.  I'm also glad to be back and get to see my friends and get some wedding plans done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm hoping i don't go crazy again and need to go on vacation, but hey i wouldn't mind round two of tahoe summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8875193362952672766?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8875193362952672766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8875193362952672766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8875193362952672766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8875193362952672766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/08/tahoe.html' title='Tahoe!!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJbAOFkPuQI/AAAAAAAAABw/bi3z3EILgC8/s72-c/IMG_2427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1536867966691938628</id><published>2008-07-25T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:44:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heaviness</title><content type='html'>there are times when i just feel the heaviness of sin.  right now i'm just feeling sad about the holds satan has in the lives of those around me.  he is sly--really sly.  he really pisses me off!!!  last january i started praying that God will help me love what he loves and hate what he hates--it is moments like this that i feel like God has answered this prayer.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1536867966691938628?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1536867966691938628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=1536867966691938628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1536867966691938628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1536867966691938628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/heaviness.html' title='heaviness'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7614334034162501596</id><published>2008-07-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:14:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freeway names</title><content type='html'>The other day i was driving along and for some reason i started to think about how we name the freeways.  Whenever we talk about a freeway with 3 digits we say the 4-0-5, the 1-33, the 2-41, but why don't we say the four hundred and five, the one hundred and thirty-three, the two hundred and forty-one.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so from now on i'm going to call them the four hundred and five ...and so on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7614334034162501596?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7614334034162501596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7614334034162501596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7614334034162501596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7614334034162501596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/freeway-names.html' title='freeway names'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-226010811788319925</id><published>2008-07-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:24:41.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to return</title><content type='html'>Yay my boy comes home tomorrow!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've really missed him this week while he has been away at camp with the youth group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait to hear about all that God has been doing this week in the lives of our kids and i can't wait to reconnect with my joshie!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ps. it is tough being the one at home-- doing nothing but working while the other is off having fun, but i guess i shouldn't complain considering i did go to europe for a month last summer...opps?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-226010811788319925?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/226010811788319925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=226010811788319925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/226010811788319925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/226010811788319925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/soon-to-return.html' title='Soon to return'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-6879719803142036368</id><published>2008-07-17T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:28:35.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my God has done mighty things for me!!!</title><content type='html'>so for the past few days i've had this song stuck in my head!  normally having a song stuck in my head would drive me nuts, but this song has really been good for me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know if i actually know the words, because it is a new one for me.  it goes something like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm going to stand and praise my God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my God has done mighty things for me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and having these words stuck in my head this past week (so i guess it isn't the whole song stuck in my head because i don't know all of the words..) has really been a great reminder for me.  i've just been able to reflect on the truth of these words and i've realized that i typically live life without being daily reminded that God has done &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mighty&lt;/span&gt; things for me and that i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be praising him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm trying to live a life with the knowledge of who God is and with the recognition of what he has done for me, so that i can then go out into the world praising him and sharing him with all whom i encounter through the joy that he has given me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-6879719803142036368?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6879719803142036368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=6879719803142036368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6879719803142036368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/6879719803142036368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-god-has-done-mighty-things-for-me.html' title='my God has done mighty things for me!!!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7780171021177044004</id><published>2008-07-14T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:07:17.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of being sick</title><content type='html'>So i've been sick basically since May.  yes it has been on and off, but it is basically the same thing again and again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i got bronchitis--so antibiotics, resting, missing a week and a half of school.  then ear ache/throat thing--call doctor and he is booked so sends me in a prescription.  then again ear/throat thing...my ear hurt so bad that i was almost in tears my whole birthday dinner--go into doctor he says i have a throat infection and gives me a stronger prescription to get rid of this thing for good.  i take the last pill for my prescription...the next day my ear starts to hurt again.  for a week my ear is hurting and bugging me so i just take advil religiously and it seems to be okay.  finally last wednesday i get full on sick...AGAIN! i mean full on sick--sneezing, congestion, soar throat, achey all over, ear hurts, and so on.  so i go back to the doctor (yet this time its another guy because my doctor's wife just had a baby--yay for them!)  so this dude tells me i have some sinus problems.  puts me on antibiotics, flownase (nasal spray), over the counter sudafed, over the counter noise spray.  he tells me that if i'm not 100% in two weeks then i need to go get a cat scan because i have some serious sinus issues.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm hoping and praying that i can beat this thing and beat it quick.  ---i'm sick of being sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7780171021177044004?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7780171021177044004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7780171021177044004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5271405754918128972?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5271405754918128972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=5271405754918128972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5271405754918128972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/5271405754918128972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sick-of-lack-of-compassion.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-5396356881601577250</id><published>2008-07-11T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:33:49.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we need God</title><content type='html'>i just read a news article about human trafficking in the U.S.  It was about two teenage girls...and i just feel so sick and paralyzed now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our world is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sick!  we need God!  we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; Him desperately.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just reading the stories of these two girls and learning that these girls are just broken down until they are nothing...it just kills me.  I was just reminded of this reality and i feel so compelled to be praying for this huge problem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is so much pain in our world.  we need to pray for the lost.  we need to pray for those who have been completely brainwashed and made into slaves.  we need to remember those who are not strong enough to pray for themselves.  we need to pray for God's redemption in this situation throughout the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-5396356881601577250?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7156597160854252014</id><published>2008-07-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:16:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost art of confrontation</title><content type='html'>confrontation-why do we live lives where we act like all is good in our little world when in reality it isn't?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to rediscover confrontation.  This is something that I've been learning this past year which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;hard!  But God's been showing me that I need to be someone who lives by my convictions, especially those which are biblically based.  Last semester I was given many opportunities to stand up for what is good.  It was difficult and it didn't always end in a "thank you Kaitlin for speaking truth to me," but more often in a lost friendship.  But God has given me a peace about that because I was speaking the words He gave me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for sometime I've been thinking about this one situation and I just know that I need to confront.  I'm nervous, but I know it needs to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7156597160854252014?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7156597160854252014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7156597160854252014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7156597160854252014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7156597160854252014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-art-of-confrontation.html' title='the lost art of confrontation'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7003951417289626196</id><published>2008-07-07T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:22:11.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SHHLEUgs9fI/AAAAAAAAABY/amm-qPdaQHg/s1600-h/Photo+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SHHLEUgs9fI/AAAAAAAAABY/amm-qPdaQHg/s320/Photo+115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220176718184904178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks the end of my 10 days with Muffin...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 10 days I've been house sitting in a beautiful house in Robinson Ranch.  This family has the sweetest dog whom Josh has renamed "Muffin."  Roxy is Muffin's legal name, but she will always be fondly remembered as Muffin.  Josh has this thing where he thinks that whatever thoughts pop into his head must be the way things ought to be.  Point in case: Muffin.  Josh met Roxy and within the first hour he decided she didn't look like a Roxy, but he was positive that she was "Muffin."  And so we went with it and he was actually right this time (and when I say he was right this time I mean to say that he isn't always right when he decides to rename something/one/animal).  Muffin became our pride and joy this past week despite her one flaw.  She pees.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I say she pees...i mean she pees a lot.  So I decided to rename her breed, for her and for her alone.  She is a Shitzoo, but I think this is a mistake...she is really a Peezoo!  Yet the weird thing is that it is a submissive thing.  So when you first get home she is so excited to see you that she can't control it and every time you bend down to pet her, she squats down to the ground and starts peeing.  Yet once you've been home for five minutes, she is fine (as long as you don't get her too excited).  At first this was a big annoyance, yet after the first few days I learned that if I brought her outside as soon as I got home and petted her several times until the pee stopped, she was fine the rest of the time.  So once this problem was resolved--i fell for Muffin!  Josh and I totally love this dog.  Neither of us really liked shitzoos before, but now we are like we could get a shitzoo and name her muffin!---we love her and totally want to adopt her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SHHKp4Z_NtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MI-xNl91t5M/s1600-h/Photo+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SHHKp4Z_NtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MI-xNl91t5M/s320/Photo+116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220176263963948754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Events of the Week at Muffins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Jamie and Megan came and we had a little sleep over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        *I love my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. We thought Muffin swallowed a squeaker toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         *Josh and I came home on Tuesday around 11:15 from a movie and 5 minutes after we walked in the door, Roxy/Muffin was trying to bark (or so we thought) and it was just squeaky and I went over to her and held her and felt her throat and it felt and sounded like a toy was in there.  So I freaked out!  I made Josh call the vet and listen to the recording so we could take her to the animal emergency hospital, because I'm the worst house sitter ever!  I leave her alone to go to a movie and she swallows a squeaker--great!  So Josh and I call the place, find out where it is, and hop in the car.  I pick Muff up and remember she pees a lot, yep, she pees all over me, but I'm like its okay we just need to save her!  So we are in the car and we pull off of their street and I'm like wait we need to go back and get her owners' cell phone numbers so we can call them and let them know what is going on.  So we turn around and as we do, we notice that she hasn't been squeaking.  Weird right?  So we get out and bring her back in and we just let her be for a minute and no squeaking and I feel her throat and it feels fine.  Then she started barking normally and we are like...okay, this seems to be good.  So we are like alright...well we don't want to take her to the animal hospital and have them charge us/them a ton of money if she swallowed it and seems to be fine.  So we opted to just observe her and hope all is well.  So next day I called their vet and told them that I think she swallowed a squeaker toy and they basically freak me out and are like you need to bring her in for X-rays ASAP because this horrible thing could happen which would cause this other really horrible thing to happen and she wouldn't live very long or this other bad thing could happen which leads to this other thing...and you get the picture...they freak me out!  So I'm like okay great I have to call them and tell them I ruined their dog.  So I left them a message and finally her owner calls back and she is like oh Roxy is fine.  I'm sorry I forgot to tell you she has asthma and her trachea collapses sometimes and it sounds kind of squeaky.  So luckily, all of that was for nothing...but it scared the shitzoo out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. I killed 32 spiders in their house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        *Yes I counted!  Because I hate spiders and I killed 4 the first night I was there and then the next day there were more and they were big and all looked related.  So I freaked out and started counting.  Let me tell you I was able to kind of overcome my fear of spiders and I came close enough to them to smash them (and one time one of them touched my toe--eww!).  But yes I killed many-a-spider and only 2 got away all week.  One of them saw me spot him (and he was one of the huge mamas) and he was still and I ran over to grab my shoe and he ran to the corner under the cabinet and I reached for him, but he slipped into the crack and it creeped me out!  Then the other one that got away---i totally let him.  I woke up in the middle of the night sick and had to go get water and I was too tired and sick to kill him, so I let him live.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really a good week aside from all of the spiders!  It was really nice to have a house all to myself.  No parents, no sister, no no one.  I love having that privacy and freedom to do whatever and not have to talk to anyone.  It was also nice to be able to have time with people one on one without other people being around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I love Muffin!  I love house sitting!  (if you know of someone looking for a house/dog sitter give them my name...i love it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss Muffin!  I miss having a house all to myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7003951417289626196?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7003951417289626196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7003951417289626196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7003951417289626196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7003951417289626196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/muffins.html' title='Muffins!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SHHLEUgs9fI/AAAAAAAAABY/amm-qPdaQHg/s72-c/Photo+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-4900109462362075916</id><published>2008-07-05T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:17:36.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth ministry'/><title type='text'>Josh's Broadcast! (aka sermon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pacificchurch.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/_420.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pacificchurch.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/_420.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was Youth Sunday at Josh's and my new church, Pacific Church of Irvine.  So it was a big day for us or rather a big day for Josh.  But let me tell you, he rocked it!  It was great.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole service was run by the youth and by our youth leaders.  So Josh was given the privilege to preach the sermon and let me tell you I was rather impressed.  He basically shared with the congregation what he has been preaching this past month in his series--You Tube, Broadcast Yourself.   He was preaching about how everyone is broadcasting something, everyone is sending out some message.  So he talked about how we need to be broadcasting Jesus to the world and how once we have been transformed by the grace of Christ our story is enough to change us and it is enough to be a testimony to the world around us.  Specifically he talked about broadcasting in the ordinary, being creative in the way we broadcast, and how we broadcast in community.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you have some time to (i think its about 25 minutes--i just listened to it and i should have payed more attention to the time it started...opps?) i would highly recommend  you listen to it.  I'm proud of him--shoooot---he did a great job and blew everyone out of the water.  So check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacificchurch.com/index.php/2008/62908-sermon/"&gt;Josh's Sermon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-4900109462362075916?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4900109462362075916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=4900109462362075916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4900109462362075916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/4900109462362075916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/joshs-broadcast-aka-sermon.html' title='Josh&apos;s Broadcast! (aka sermon)'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-7489894507836857523</id><published>2008-07-05T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:19:34.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Engagement photos! part 2</title><content type='html'>So Mary has put up some of the pictures from last Tuesday!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you want to check it out (because Josh and I are so good looking or if you are just curious or if you're just bored)...go for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/erwin"&gt;http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/erwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I know I mentioned this last Tuesday in my blog...but I'm thrilled that Mary is doing our photos because she is simply amazing and our wedding pictures will be amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-7489894507836857523?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7489894507836857523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=7489894507836857523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7489894507836857523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/7489894507836857523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/engagement-photos-part-2.html' title='Engagement photos! part 2'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-868056181083651685</id><published>2008-07-02T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:33:54.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>jamers this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.donutking.com.au/images/userimages/dk/pink_sprinkled_donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.donutking.com.au/images/userimages/dk/pink_sprinkled_donut.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so this past weekend jamie came and visited!  it was such a blast to see her and hang out.  i'm house sitting this week so jamie and megan came over and we had a blast hanging out and catching up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;celebrating jamie's birthday.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite moment was when we decided to go get donuts on monday morning and eat them next to the lake. so as we were sitting there jamie commented on how funny it was that we were all sitting there eating fattening donuts as people all around us were running and exercising--it was great!  so defining of who we are... fatties (all though we still look real good) who eat a lot of junk!  then we commented on how when you're 20 you are supposed to be in the best shape of your life...well---we are all hoping that isn't true!--or that we will be inspired to get in shape this year??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt; good news!  so while jamie was here this weekend it finally gave me the opportunity i had been waiting for.  i had a question to ask her that i wanted to wait to ask her in person and she said yes!!---JAMIE IS GOING TO BE ONE OF MY BRIDESMAIDS!!!!  I'm so excited to have my best girls all around me for my wedding-Reenie, Megan, Sarah, and Jamie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yay for the new addition...my jamie girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-868056181083651685?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/868056181083651685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=868056181083651685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/868056181083651685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/868056181083651685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/jamers-this-weekend.html' title='jamers this weekend'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-1565182706705733781</id><published>2008-07-02T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:34:08.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>engagement photos!</title><content type='html'>so tonight Josh and I finally got to do our engagement photo session.  it was such a blast.  our photographer Mary and her husband Adam shot us tonight down in laguna beach.  it was so fun and comfortable shooting with them.  (well maybe for the first five minutes it was awkward,) but they were so great that five minutes into it we were comfortable and having a good time loving each other while someone captured those moments.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was such a blast.  i'm so excited to have them shoot our wedding--it is going to be gorgeous! Mary makes you feel so comfortable and so I'm confident that she is going to make our wedding look just stunning.  (Mary's pictures are so wonderful I just love them check them out at&lt;a href="http://maryrosenbaum.com/"&gt; http://maryrosenbaum.com/&lt;/a&gt;!)  I'm so eager to see how the pictures came out tonight!  I bet they are great, but i'm just hoping that i didn't mess them all up.  There were a few times when Mary would say okay lets take some serious photos and I would just loose it every time--I just can't keep a straight face when i'm asked to and it is especially hard when Josh is whispering in my ear making me laugh.  so anyways I hope they turned out well--but i'm sure they did because did i mention that Mary is extremely talented?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-1565182706705733781?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1565182706705733781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=1565182706705733781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1565182706705733781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/1565182706705733781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/07/engagement-photos.html' title='engagement photos!'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-8084347726324837700</id><published>2008-06-22T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:07:44.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just feel out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'm a college student&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'm engaged&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'm an adult &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'm a youth leader&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'm supposedly apart of so many different groups, but i don't really fit into any of those so called groups.  well i do, but i don't.  it is true that i'm a college student, but it is unusual to be an engaged college student, so i don't fit in.  i could go on, but i think you get the point... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and today Josh and I went to a young married couples BBQ for church--which was great, but i just feel so out of place.  i mean come on--one of the couples was pregnant!  PREGNANT, babies are so far away from were we are (despite what jamie always says).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;I don't know &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;I just know that i need to trust God in all of this and I need to find my identity in Him and Him alone.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-8084347726324837700?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8084347726324837700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=8084347726324837700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8084347726324837700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/8084347726324837700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/06/caught-in-middle.html' title='Caught in the Middle'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047420869644182881.post-2777716927827382778</id><published>2008-06-13T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:34:24.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Let them eat cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh and I went cake tasting today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SFMDWT6-1UI/AAAAAAAAABA/T8AL_9PrDoA/s1600-h/DSCN2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SFMDWT6-1UI/AAAAAAAAABA/T8AL_9PrDoA/s400/DSCN2539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512875637462338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(okay so this picture wasn't from today, but still...it is cake!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so tasty.  We had cake for breakfast and cake for an afternoon treat--free cake that is!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first place we went to (which is probably the place we will use) was Heidelberg's and the german owner gave us coffee and let us eat cake and browse through their pictures as we enjoyed our morning coffee and cake.  We really enjoyed our cake and found some beautiful designs and we picked out what we think (for now that is) will be our cake design.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second place we went to was very different.  No table and chairs, no offering of coffee or something to drink--we just stood at the counter as other people tried to reach around us and get their pastries for the afternoon.  The cake was tasty, but as we searched through the pictures we were taken back by a blast from the past.  All 80's, all horrible!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, Josh's favorite part about getting married is doing all of the tasting.  So today we got to both be excited to get married PLUS we got eat all day for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7047420869644182881-2777716927827382778?l=ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2777716927827382778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7047420869644182881&amp;postID=2777716927827382778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2777716927827382778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7047420869644182881/posts/default/2777716927827382778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyblog-kaitlin.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake'/><author><name>Kaitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662499871752504045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SJVkNSJOylI/AAAAAAAAABg/NYchsghBDOQ/S220/IMG_2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Siso0QQM3nw/SFMDWT6-1UI/AAAAAAAAABA/T8AL_9PrDoA/s72-c/DSCN2539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
