<?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-2815708234770089192</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:12:51.133-07:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='real housewives of new york'/><category term='Notre Dame Cathedral'/><category term='new york city'/><category term='crumbs'/><category term='Syracuse'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='france'/><category term='work out clothes'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='hoboken'/><category term='montreal'/><category term='summer'/><category term='ikea'/><category term='running'/><category term='Heather Armstrong'/><category term='new moms'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='religion'/><category term='public relations'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='jcrew'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='new york'/><category term='blogs'/><title type='text'>nickel for your thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-5601722146903450601</id><published>2009-10-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:43:28.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;updates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please join me over @ &lt;a href="http://katiemarie413.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://katiemarie413.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the schitzo...needed change &amp;amp; blogger is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx stick with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-5601722146903450601?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/5601722146903450601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=5601722146903450601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5601722146903450601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5601722146903450601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-guys-updates-please-join-me-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-9004477091181236563</id><published>2009-10-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:35:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i know when the race sucked SO much....i was sick. really sick.&lt;br /&gt;went to the drs. on tuesday night. fever. virus. etc. etc. i am fine and glad to be on medicine but even happier that i know why my race was so bad. my body just did not move when i said go and now i know why. it felt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;post race i was dizzy and nauceous and seeing spots during..i kept thinking are they going to make me stop if i faint?? ha not a good place to be on a 5K for goodness sake...&lt;br /&gt;but thats whats up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFs birthday is this wknd. i am giving her the gift of $$$$..&lt;br /&gt;isnt that what everyone needs most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the only thing in my cube is a picture of &lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/Politics/michelle-obama-roots-ancestry-traced-19th-century-slaves/story?id=8779699"&gt;Michelle Obama&lt;/a&gt;. Weird?&lt;br /&gt;I just loved that story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-9004477091181236563?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/9004477091181236563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=9004477091181236563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9004477091181236563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9004477091181236563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1160337586419025212</id><published>2009-10-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:49:07.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can my first dance still be to Van Morrison?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1160337586419025212?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1160337586419025212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1160337586419025212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1160337586419025212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1160337586419025212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-my-first-dance-still-be-to-van.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2150520096825770289</id><published>2009-10-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:21:21.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry to leave everyone hanging.&lt;br /&gt;new job= less time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new job is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. new jobs are tough. it is night &amp;amp; day from my previous job..but i am finding my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a funny story from today...i ran in a 5K yesterday morning. (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;i decided to run the race last Wednesday and did not get any training or workouts in last week. i had just started the new job and so i was too busy getting adjusted and celebrating i made it through each day that work outs took a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night i drank too much tequila and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; treated my body like crap. did not eat dinner and was not feeling so hot..the nature in Upstate, NY has my allergies on overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. excuses, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma &amp;amp; I got to the race really early. Like 2hrs early. the race did not specify that the women were running a whole 45 minutes after the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was an ELITE race where 'masters' were running for PR and to qualify for additional races..participants came from 28 states. Needless to say, it was hard to make the correct pace for myself. Another aspect of this race, the course loops around so you can see that you are being passed by the people in the front. Not great for the ole' self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I finished in 27 minutes 10 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;This was in this morning's newspaper in the sports section.&lt;br /&gt;202 people finished before me.&lt;br /&gt;They do not really mention how 100-out of the 200 are elite runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lame but I am like hey!! i would of run a lot faster if I knew you were posting! :)&lt;br /&gt;How conceited of me. Yet incredibly true. A girl just runs faster knowing her boyfriends are seeing how in shape she is over their morning coffee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-2150520096825770289?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2150520096825770289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2150520096825770289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2150520096825770289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2150520096825770289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-to-leave-everyone-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3848629472534981216</id><published>2009-09-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:16:03.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today is my parent's wedding anniversary. they have been married for &lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; years.&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; years they have raised &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; children. they sent all &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; children to college.&lt;br /&gt;my mom waited &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; years for an engagement ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they met when they were &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they have been together for &lt;strong&gt;38&lt;/strong&gt; yrs in total.&lt;br /&gt;they built &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; houses from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;they survived &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; years of college.&lt;br /&gt;they are helping their elderly parents age gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;they welcomed their eldest (me) back to their home with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;they both work full time and receive awards and recognition each yr.&lt;br /&gt;they are the greatest example of love conquering all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do not believe in love today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want me to celebrate their acheivements by being the &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;rd wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel much like celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;pm last night, &lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; I called it quits.&lt;br /&gt;I drove &lt;strong&gt;10 &lt;/strong&gt;hours in a car to end our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;We spent &lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;last night together (he was so confused by my &lt;em&gt;tossing &amp;amp; turning&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;We made it &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; years.&lt;br /&gt;We lasted through &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; years of college.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated birthdays and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;We cried together, we fought together, we smiled together and challenged each other.&lt;br /&gt;He became patient, I became confident.&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed of little babies with green eyes and dirty blonde curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;We planned out our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;We lived in France together for &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;months.&lt;br /&gt;We had plans. We had goals.&lt;br /&gt;We had promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what being alone is like.&lt;br /&gt;I forget the girl who was Me before he waltzed up to me one Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;...late August, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;I forget what her goals are.&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to go find them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come along for the ride. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no longer a love story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a life story.&lt;/em&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/2815708234770089192-3848629472534981216?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3848629472534981216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3848629472534981216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3848629472534981216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3848629472534981216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-my-parents-wedding-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7490768655805358774</id><published>2009-09-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:17:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5958236"&gt;http://vimeo.com/5958236&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; did not break the bank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-7490768655805358774?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7490768655805358774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7490768655805358774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7490768655805358774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7490768655805358774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpvimeo.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1505460931353565801</id><published>2009-09-15T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:44:43.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;***UPDATE! The Online Shopping Gods are now in my Good Books.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the Customer Service Line to get more info on the price change. Turns out, the boots were originally 165$ and People Mag messed it up! So the company dropped the price down to $110. BUT! If you call-- they drop the price down to $90.00 and provide free shipping and handling. And ship in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is quality service. :)&lt;br /&gt;in case anyone else would like to make Over.The.Knee.Boots. work this wknd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.restrictedshoes.com/retail/ProductDetail.asp?div=CURRENT&amp;amp;dpt=&amp;amp;ctg=&amp;amp;PROD_CD=R%2DVAMP"&gt;http://www.restrictedshoes.com/retail/ProductDetail.asp?div=CURRENT&amp;amp;dpt=&amp;amp;ctg=&amp;amp;PROD_CD=R%2DVAMP&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1505460931353565801?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1505460931353565801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1505460931353565801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1505460931353565801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1505460931353565801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-online-shopping-gods-are-now-in.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4325864787621567660</id><published>2009-09-15T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:34:50.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh. and P.S. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna Sui's Gossip Girl Line @ Tar'Jee is completely Sold Out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screw You Online Shopping Gods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4325864787621567660?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4325864787621567660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4325864787621567660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4325864787621567660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4325864787621567660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-9018039716240618531</id><published>2009-09-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:33:34.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am raging out on the shopping Gods today let me tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was skimming through People's Style Magazine- the one with Vanessa Hutchings {{or however you spell her last name}} &amp;amp; came across these great Over The Knee Boots (O.T.K.). After watching the VMAs and some of NYC fashion week runways- I am convinved that they are a hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boots are great. Comfy, classy, can last a couple seasons, keep you warm, sexy...and then...theres this factor. &lt;em&gt;I hate my knees.&lt;/em&gt; I think I always have. They are my nemisis. I hate them more than any other body part. When they are not exposed I feel like I look 10 lbs lighter. So, basically, the Fashion Gods granted me a miracle and over the knee boots are now in fashion. How QUICKLY the tides changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, the People mag featured a pair of OTK boots in their issue, they are suede, they have a cute perfect height heel, and they were cheap-- 65$. In busy chaotic life, I kept leaving the People mag at home and forgetting the website, so days flew by without me placing my order. {{I know, I know, STUPID GIRL. I even figured they would be sold out by now}} On Saturday I checked on by Blackberry to make sure they were in- and there they were, all sparkly and shiny and I was so fricking giddy. But ordering online via the Berry is difficult. I would probably end up with 10 pairs of purple boots.&lt;em&gt; No thank you.&lt;/em&gt; So I waited til Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That was..until yesterday. I checked for my beloved boots and the price said $110. {{The name of the boots is &lt;em&gt;"Vamp"&lt;/em&gt; so I knew I was not mistaking}} This morning I ripped the page out of the People mag, DUH should of done that sooner...to confirm. YUP. They raised the price from $65.00 to $110.00 in like a day. {{WHY. why. why}} I now should take a stance for online shoppers across the U.S.A. and call and complain and send emails and stomp my cold non-OTK boot foot. But I mean seriously. I am sick of doing that kind of thing. I am a working girl. I like to buy things. And have them shipped to my door. Like &lt;em&gt;Christmas morning&lt;/em&gt;. WITHOUT being suckered into spending more $$$ than necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay. well. there are so many more important, interesting, fun things going on in my life to blog about. I swear I am not materialistic. Well maybe a tad......Speaking of...does anyone know of an OTK boot-maker- that is rather cheap? I tried ALDO and Steve Madden and I think their fall boots are iffy. Happy Tuesday. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and here are the damn boots.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381701694406776498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sq-lLXY71rI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RipJ0Pxq1RU/s320/Vamp03.jpg" border="0" /&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/2815708234770089192-9018039716240618531?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/9018039716240618531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=9018039716240618531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9018039716240618531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9018039716240618531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-raging-out-on-shopping-gods-today.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sq-lLXY71rI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RipJ0Pxq1RU/s72-c/Vamp03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3500272231210577176</id><published>2009-09-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:36:30.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wonder what my body would look like if i did not add a pound of salt to all my meals?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cant help it.. addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tulle4us.com/"&gt;i love this new site..perfect for the hockey player arm candy. wool coats that are cute.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tulle4us.com/"&gt;scarves, gloves etc. i have learned the hardwork you need to bundle AND look good..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3500272231210577176?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3500272231210577176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3500272231210577176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3500272231210577176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3500272231210577176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder-what-my-body-would-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1331480328403342882</id><published>2009-09-10T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:11:17.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BREAKING NEWS!!: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anna Sui is launcing a GOSSIP GIRLS Inspired Line @ Target This Weekend!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who ever thought that launching a line on a Sunday would bring in good press is a bit PR-UN-saavy..especially for us Internet Shopping folks! Some of us aren't online on Sundays. The line incorporates Blair, Serena &amp;amp; Vanessa clothing based on their own personal style. SHOCK of the Century-- I am currently attracted to Vanessa's clothing. I am going to lose sleep over why I am not head of heels &lt;3&lt;3 for Blair's ribbons, bows &amp;amp; ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But regardless...here is a little glimpse of some of her fall-dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{{Thank God tights are still in this Fall &amp;amp; Winter. They are like my long lost best friend. I threw a pair on today and forgot how practical and comfy they are.}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379838767654797954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqkG2wbwgoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IYefoKoI-tU/s320/20090626_sui7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379835593710282402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqkD-AkapqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/22sD1veCYjA/s320/20090626_sui4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1331480328403342882?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1331480328403342882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1331480328403342882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1331480328403342882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1331480328403342882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-news-anna-sui-is-launcing.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqkG2wbwgoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IYefoKoI-tU/s72-c/20090626_sui7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1783144389593106255</id><published>2009-09-09T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:31:39.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be working from the NYC office for my last two weeks at my old job. My company did ask if I would work the week-in-between-jobs, September 21st from home.. I said yes. Mainly because I feel guilty leaving them hanging and I know how necessary it is. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; I are hoping I will be working from Montreal for the week of September 21st, and possibly catch one of his games too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; accused me of not sounding excited about the pending mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt;. but what can one expect. I am nervous about starting at a new job, first days are seriously terrible. I really I think you feel ignorant for the first week-3 months at a new position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are so graciously coming down the weekend of September 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to move me out of the city and back Upstate. They are staying in a nice hotel and hopefully can find it relaxing. I plan on doing most of the work so that they can just load up and go. I do have a girl interested in my apartment, I find out this Friday if she officially takes over the lease (huge finger cross)..I also offered all of my furniture..it is mainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;replaceable&lt;/span&gt; stuff. We will see how that all goes. It would be nice to not have to move a bunch of heavy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heres&lt;/span&gt; some news for ya!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hkyplayer's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;best friends from Montreal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prepschool&lt;/span&gt; is staying with me. Yes, in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; studio. We are talking about close living folks! He is a very nice guy, I consider him a friend too..but still. I mean..he is crashing on a futon and when the futon is flat it is like 3 ft from my bed. It is hilariously awkward. I mean, I am typically in bed around 9 pm...just watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and relaxing post-workout....I can't really do that when I am having to be a hostess..filling wine glasses, getting his bed ready..again. this is just hysterical!! He is currently doing an internship with National Geographic and is searching desperately for an apartment.. He is hoping to finalize by the weekend. It is all fine and not a big deal..but have I said it is really awkward?!!! Oh life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;{{See Small-Sized-Studio Apartment Below}}&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this pic was when I first moved in-hence why the walls are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; bare etc.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sqeq3J_tytI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rLobzw5jEEg/s1600-h/apt+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379456144470035154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sqeq3J_tytI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rLobzw5jEEg/s320/apt+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;div&gt; &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;/div&gt;&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;div&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was NOT having it when his friend asked me. But what can you do! He did not want to seem like a jealous boyfriend and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; no reason to worry in that realm..it was kind of one of those things that you really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to make up an excuse for, and from my point of view, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; once housed 2 of my girlfriends for a couple days so I will do the same in return) We are all just one big happy family !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend one of my college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bffs&lt;/span&gt; Stephanie will be in town. She has been in NYC once every couple weekends (thank heavens). As she is working and a bridesmaid/maid of honor in about a million weddings around NY. We will get together Saturday afternoon for some shopping most likely and a good dinner/drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I last visit}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sqerzoq4QEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_coxj3FRVQU/s1600-h/apt+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379457183496290370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sqerzoq4QEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_coxj3FRVQU/s320/apt+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;div&gt; &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;/div&gt;&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;div&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning we are running in the Susan G. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Komen&lt;/span&gt; 5K in Central Park. I ran in the race last year and really loved it. It is so inspirational running amongst women with "Survivor" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tshirts&lt;/span&gt;- or "In Memory Of". I am looking forward to it. However! I have been changing my sneakers around this week and my body is not happy. My legs felt so heavy on yesterdays run, and I am yet to get my Fuel Belt in the mail (pouting), and the water bottle I was running with- holding it. (Not annoying at all)..ha.. felt like a million pounds. It was a sticky situation because I wanted to chuck it in the trash mid-run but knew I would regret not having it for the end of my run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!! done complaining! :) Happy Wednesday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; short weeks are heaven....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1783144389593106255?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1783144389593106255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1783144389593106255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1783144389593106255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1783144389593106255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sqeq3J_tytI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rLobzw5jEEg/s72-c/apt+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3715833413411919655</id><published>2009-09-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:01:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there." -Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3715833413411919655?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3715833413411919655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3715833413411919655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3715833413411919655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3715833413411919655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-629061379379935991</id><published>2009-09-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:07:55.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqbHTVLEAcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2HaSRKL6Gvc/s1600-h/07_003-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379205939855622594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqbHTVLEAcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2HaSRKL6Gvc/s320/07_003-g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; in black. giggling at training camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isnt he just the cutest?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-629061379379935991?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/629061379379935991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=629061379379935991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/629061379379935991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/629061379379935991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/hkyplayer-in-black.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqbHTVLEAcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2HaSRKL6Gvc/s72-c/07_003-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-9144326855068592138</id><published>2009-09-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:47:37.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its official!! I have big news I can finally share. &lt;br /&gt;I got a new job!! It is in my hometown and was really what I had been hoping and praying for. It had been a long interview process and I had been in limbo for a couple weeks. It is so hard to be patient. &lt;br /&gt;I have two weeks in the city to finish up at my current agency, pack up, and get rid of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to continue to have Faith and now it will all work out. This news is certainly proof. I had been looking for sometime now for the chance to relocate to my hometown after putting in a year and a half in NYC. The minute I saw this job posting I knew I needed it! More responsibility, less hours, and a lot more money (the cost of living is also much cheaper Upstate). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is in Skaneateles, NY by Skaneateles lake. It is a small but gorgeous little town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to determine where my new apartment will be and if I want to buy a new car (need to be able to handle the snowy back roads) but I am sure the answers will come to me in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hkyplayer is also excited and very proud. He hated NYC. We knew it was just for my job but even his visits weren't all that great w both of us not loving it there. I will also be a lot closer to him and can take a train or drive up to his games this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a great transition. But a transition nonetheless. Not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing from my parents boat currently...so more to come soon. I just could not hold in the big news any longer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-9144326855068592138?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/9144326855068592138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=9144326855068592138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9144326855068592138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9144326855068592138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official-i-have-big-news-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-9204991954580666548</id><published>2009-09-03T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:20:13.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAjDrqLA8I/AAAAAAAAANo/Ez--5jylxlU/s1600-h/elisha-cuthbert-picture-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377336501246559170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAjDrqLA8I/AAAAAAAAANo/Ez--5jylxlU/s320/elisha-cuthbert-picture-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exhibit A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt; ex-girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and you think you have self esteem issues.&lt;br /&gt;no. not joking.&lt;br /&gt;elisha cuthbert. yes i did not capitalize her name on purpose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAjYUfXvZI/AAAAAAAAANw/LRzQJ7VYvvA/s1600-h/gabrielle-anwar-entertainment-weekleys-5th-annual-pre-emmy-party-LKYGqB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377336855804493202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAjYUfXvZI/AAAAAAAAANw/LRzQJ7VYvvA/s320/gabrielle-anwar-entertainment-weekleys-5th-annual-pre-emmy-party-LKYGqB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her on the street today, on the way to lunch&lt;br /&gt;She is skinner in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Apparently really in love with her significant other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabrielle Anwar, Burn Notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-9204991954580666548?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/9204991954580666548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=9204991954580666548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9204991954580666548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/9204991954580666548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhibit.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAjDrqLA8I/AAAAAAAAANo/Ez--5jylxlU/s72-c/elisha-cuthbert-picture-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4862416499281352517</id><published>2009-09-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:57:01.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this article while on my lunch break today. It made me smile to myself so many times. I did live abroad, South of Paris. For 3 months. And these 5 Suprises were taken out of my life experience in France I swear. If ONLY I had found this article prior to being abroad...but then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isnt it the Suprises that make Life worth it.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/smitten/2009/03/ever-dreamed-of-living-in-pari.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Dreamed About Living in Paris? Here Are Five Surprises...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday, 03/ 2/2009 at 12:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, at one time or another, has fantasized about packing their bags and moving to Paris. But what's it really like to live there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nichole Robertson from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlebrownpen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Little Brown Pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; just moved to Paris with her family, and, overall, they adore it. But, in all honesty, she reveals five things she finds hilariously tricky about everyday life in France... Here are the five things Nichole finds hilariously tricky about daily life in Paris... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. No Speak French. I don't speak a whole lot of French. I can ask where the restroom is and order a coffee, but my husband does most of the talking. When we go to the grocery store or to the bakery, I feel like his submissive wifey who nods and smiles. When I do speak, I imagine I sound like Borat... "Me like your bread. Yes. Your bread is nice." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. No Cheddar Cheese. It's not surprising that my toddlers love cheddar cheese. What is shocking (unless I'm the last to know) is that cheddar cheese is not too popular in Paris. We searched for two days to no avail. Desperation led to a pretty shady move: We bought something orange and told them it was cheddar. Lucky for us, Mimolette tastes and looks a whole lot like the real deal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. No Hot Showers. I weep for hot showers. I dream about hot showers. I would travel miles for a hot shower. But our water tank is teeny, and we learned the hard way that we have about three minutes each before the hot water runs out. So everyday is a choice: Shampoo or shave? Face or feet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. No Bathroom Power. I have long hair, and I absolutely need to blow it dry. There's only one outlet in the bathroom, and it says razors only. So I dry my hair in the kitchen, the only place that won't fry my hairdryer. I even hung a mirror in there. Bonus: Now I can monitor the toast while I'm doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. No Anonymous Med Shopping. The scenario: You have diarrhea. United States: You go to CVS, pick up some Immodium, and disguise it with a copy of In Touch while in the checkout line. No one discusses diarrhea (although they may discuss Jessica Simpson). Paris: Medicine isn't sold in a supermarket or otherwise anonymous place, so you go to a small pharmacie. There are at least six people in this small pharmacie. All of the embarrassing medications are behind the counter. You skulk to the counter and spend ten minutes trying to explain in broken French that you have diarrhea. In public. With hand gestures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All of the not-so-charming stuff aside, Paris is everything you'd expect it to be. The romantic cliches exist for a reason, and I've never had better bread, butter, eclairs or coffee. The people are super nice; I have yet to meet a rude French person. Our apartment is beautiful, with exposed beams, huge windows and a sweet cobblestone courtyard, and when I'm not in it, I'm surrounded by some of the most amazing architecture in the world. It's a truly magical place to be, and I enjoy living life in a place where people champion beauty in all its forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Visit the Author, Nichole, at her Blog- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlebrownpen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Little Brown Pen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She is genuis. American, Gorgeous, Happily Married and has the.cutest.little.boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAAtwhqIbI/AAAAAAAAANg/vONCg0CpSZw/s1600-h/montmartre.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377298741200560562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAAtwhqIbI/AAAAAAAAANg/vONCg0CpSZw/s320/montmartre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2815708234770089192-4862416499281352517?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4862416499281352517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4862416499281352517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4862416499281352517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4862416499281352517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-stumbled-across-this-article-while-on.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SqAAtwhqIbI/AAAAAAAAANg/vONCg0CpSZw/s72-c/montmartre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6243455882304858564</id><published>2009-09-03T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:33:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_gwVsy2WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qNKk-Pfppas/s1600-h/Dad+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377263601167030626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_gwVsy2WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qNKk-Pfppas/s400/Dad+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my grandfather; cigar, glasses &amp;amp; his keyboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how priceless. god bless him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-6243455882304858564?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6243455882304858564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6243455882304858564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6243455882304858564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6243455882304858564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-grandfather-cigar-glasses-his.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_gwVsy2WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qNKk-Pfppas/s72-c/Dad+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6630519299261051248</id><published>2009-09-03T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:17:06.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;happy thursday (friday) to all those who are taking an extra long wknd this wknd. i am flying home tonight!! yippee!! i hope my flight is on time so i can hit the hot tub when i am home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will be so weird as the youngest bro. is now off to college. strange!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i plan on seeing his dorm and taking him to breakfast. that is if he has time for us in his busy-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am too cool for you now that i am a college student-schedule. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no news on my end. hkyplayer is back @ training camp for the weekend. xo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am thankful to be going home and not having to worry about the wknd job anymore!&lt;br /&gt;congrats to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://katiedinterman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KatieD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;for hew new part-time job at Anthroplogie. I would looooooove to tap into her store discount on some of their fall clothes &amp;amp; cute apartment accessories. Miss u Kate!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377228661842790674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_A-mkwSRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EVP5JkWZXJQ/s400/910197_001_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377228483563327058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_A0ObnjlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/78U6cIE9-r0/s400/080309_musthaves_landing_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377229280560782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_BinennWI/AAAAAAAAANA/vyoEZSmecqY/s400/090109_brighteststars_landing_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-6630519299261051248?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6630519299261051248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6630519299261051248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6630519299261051248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6630519299261051248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-thursday-friday-to-all-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sp_A-mkwSRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EVP5JkWZXJQ/s72-c/910197_001_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2446797259560075171</id><published>2009-08-31T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:00:30.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpwBHpLfv3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/YpWGShXjl9U/s1600-h/i-say-tomato.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376173285998313330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpwBHpLfv3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/YpWGShXjl9U/s400/i-say-tomato.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2815708234770089192-2446797259560075171?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2446797259560075171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2446797259560075171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2446797259560075171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2446797259560075171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpwBHpLfv3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/YpWGShXjl9U/s72-c/i-say-tomato.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1053703484739324408</id><published>2009-08-27T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:38:51.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look @ &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer...&lt;/em&gt;all important &amp;amp; stuff!! This article appears on his website (in French) here is the translated article below. No, I am not that cool. Thank Google. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. his hair looks funny. it is a mohawk but looks weird in the pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again, mohawks &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...now if only i could of intervened on the terribly weird olive green-on teal green situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Michael Novosad Back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, August 19, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpbEUAOdbSI/AAAAAAAAALw/3EcfeE9X3LM/s1600-h/MikeNovosad_001-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374699053250342178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpbEUAOdbSI/AAAAAAAAALw/3EcfeE9X3LM/s400/MikeNovosad_001-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sherbrooke- A few hours of the news conference to announce the arrival of the new coaching staff of St. Francis de Sherbrooke, two other players reached agreement with management bringing the total to sixteen since the beginning Waltz of the signatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Michael Novosad back with St. Francis. He played in 2007-2008 where he amassed 20 points in 50 games. Former training, Niagara University in the NCAA, played in Tours, France last season.&lt;/span&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/2815708234770089192-1053703484739324408?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1053703484739324408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1053703484739324408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1053703484739324408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1053703484739324408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-hkyplayer.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpbEUAOdbSI/AAAAAAAAALw/3EcfeE9X3LM/s72-c/MikeNovosad_001-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-784976153902836763</id><published>2009-08-27T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:14:53.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of weddings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1531870#embed"&gt;http://vimeo.com/1531870#embed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-784976153902836763?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/784976153902836763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=784976153902836763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/784976153902836763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/784976153902836763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/speaking-of-weddings.html' title='speaking of weddings....'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1701247435954319404</id><published>2009-08-27T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:59:48.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.my dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Spa7TS3KvDI/AAAAAAAAALg/03oSxD1DWv8/s1600-h/amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374689145468402738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Spa7TS3KvDI/AAAAAAAAALg/03oSxD1DWv8/s400/amazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elseachelsea.typepad.com/frolic/2009/05/a-romantic-elopement.html"&gt;http://elseachelsea.typepad.com/frolic/2009/05/a-romantic-elopement.html&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/2815708234770089192-1701247435954319404?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1701247435954319404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1701247435954319404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1701247435954319404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1701247435954319404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Spa7TS3KvDI/AAAAAAAAALg/03oSxD1DWv8/s72-c/amazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-176954034215308282</id><published>2009-08-26T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:47:59.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kara Goucher Makes Me Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVyZ0dxEvI/AAAAAAAAALI/skr8MDTvQgo/s1600-h/Goucher_Opener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374327518242345714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVyZ0dxEvI/AAAAAAAAALI/skr8MDTvQgo/s400/Goucher_Opener.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While watching last years NY City Marathon I was sobbing when she stepped off the Queensborough Bridge. She sprinted into her hometown onto the streets that ripped her father from her family years prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a motivation. I am interested to see if she will be running in this yrs. marathon. Until then; &lt;a href="http://runningtimes.com/Article.aspx?ArticleID=13115"&gt;Here is a pic and article of Kara's successes both off &amp;amp; on the beaten path. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVznRst1PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OMST5PKsUxs/s1600-h/41926_w600xh400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374328848939603186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVznRst1PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OMST5PKsUxs/s400/41926_w600xh400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-176954034215308282?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/176954034215308282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=176954034215308282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/176954034215308282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/176954034215308282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/kara-goucher-makes-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVyZ0dxEvI/AAAAAAAAALI/skr8MDTvQgo/s72-c/Goucher_Opener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7835969310594375847</id><published>2009-08-26T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:08:56.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SUCH A GROUPIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seriously though. I am head over heels in love some certain ppls blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicrunner.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chic Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinksass.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pink Sass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitecontrarymar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quite Contrary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;etc.. I need to check them every morning after my early morning report is sent out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chic Runner is my idol in the running realm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because of her I bought my very first running belt. JUST NOW!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I felt like such a cheeseball running in Central Park last night holding a water bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hopefully I will like my new running belt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It also has a pouch which is muy bueno because I need my Company I.D. card to re-enter the building all sweaty and nast. post run. (Not annoying @ all).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;is why I am a groupie. I got the belt online (luv online shopping! entertaining @ work, and when you get the pkg it is like fricking Christmas Day). But I got it off a site that Chic Runner recommends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roadrunnersports.com/rrs/index.jsp?recentLogout=true&amp;amp;DPSLogout=true&amp;amp;_requestid=47062"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Road Runners Sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; If you become a VIP member--$1.99...you then have FREE SHIPPING. Someone pinch me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is Chic Runner &amp;amp; her running belt-- I even think of her blogs sometimes...ie. I was running with $$ in my sports bra last night (to buy the said water bottle) and I was so worried it fell out...She once blogged about losing car keys MID RACE. My Goodness makes my palms sweaty just thinking about the possibility!! So hopefully I will luv my lil belt and never fear losing $/ID/Keys again!! I will let you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374318206747620850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVp70cbNfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aEdDlaGofBs/s400/sf13-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;((Yes. She runs while taking pictures. WACKO. I am typically worried about breathing/running/thinking all at the same time without tumbiling down a hill.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;amp; HERE is my future running buddy... it is light pink. I know. Not typical moi. But! it will work. (Usually I like an UnderArmour-look to my running gear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374319723462843586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVrUGpg3MI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pix5xHt8Spc/s400/RRU1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2815708234770089192-7835969310594375847?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7835969310594375847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7835969310594375847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7835969310594375847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7835969310594375847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-such-groupie.html' title='I AM SUCH A GROUPIE!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpVp70cbNfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aEdDlaGofBs/s72-c/sf13-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-171562104182130046</id><published>2009-08-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:17:59.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lil tidbit..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; called today to inform me he was off to buy new shin pads. apparently the shin pads that he has are 10 years old and are breaking by the knees. he is sad he has to get new ones because he has had them for so long. so i said wowie you have had them longer than you have had me............and he goes see!! i hold on to the things i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute. right? minus the fact i keep thinking about how bad 10yr old hockey pads must smell....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh. &amp;amp; he bought the car. its black. with tints. and huge wheels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........no he is not making his rap debut anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982686344758722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpQ4x9itxcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UBzSsG5Fiko/s400/A031229_SAM_1024CHRYSLER300C01_N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;on my end... just working and getting back to the groove of things. went away for a family weekend. cousin posted terrible pics of the fam. party. makes me hate what i was wearing. (annoying). last night i trained a new girl at the night job. she will do well i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next monday is my last day there. *hallelujah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more hours then i am off for a run..hopefully long... in central park. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-171562104182130046?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/171562104182130046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=171562104182130046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/171562104182130046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/171562104182130046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/lil-tidbit.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SpQ4x9itxcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UBzSsG5Fiko/s72-c/A031229_SAM_1024CHRYSLER300C01_N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1774496959017061211</id><published>2009-08-20T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:32:23.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIAKV7l4TZM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIAKV7l4TZM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt; league this year. Lord help us!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they are a fighting league. one of the guys in the video, Jean Francis, was&lt;em&gt; hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt; room mate in this league a couple of years prior. the boys would be bandaging up after a game while taking shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;such a strange world i live in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1774496959017061211?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1774496959017061211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1774496959017061211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1774496959017061211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1774496959017061211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3304634885542356988</id><published>2009-08-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:00:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/So1W28W46-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9j4qAZq6vv8/s1600-h/24d0uhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372045432437926882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/So1W28W46-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9j4qAZq6vv8/s400/24d0uhd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2815708234770089192-3304634885542356988?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3304634885542356988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3304634885542356988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3304634885542356988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3304634885542356988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/So1W28W46-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9j4qAZq6vv8/s72-c/24d0uhd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2936044164466750689</id><published>2009-08-19T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:55:12.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting news; &lt;div&gt;* i go home tomorrow night for a long wknd filled with family friends &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;wooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* i bought these really cute heels w bows on them (F21) and they are so COMFY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....i cannot find the pic. not available on F21 site anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Syracuse Fball team is coming to Giants Stadium Sept 8th (my hometown team!yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Top Chef starts tonight. I luv T.C...even though it makes my stomach growl. for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;em&gt;HkyPlayer &lt;/em&gt;is buying a new car. P.I.M.P.M.O.B.I.L.E. (wow that took a lot of energy to type). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371750202137345074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoxKWRyHfDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QcOUEEMYBjQ/s320/01_photo_ext_300_09.jpg" border="0" /&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/2815708234770089192-2936044164466750689?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2936044164466750689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2936044164466750689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2936044164466750689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2936044164466750689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/exciting-news-i-go-home-tomorrow-night.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoxKWRyHfDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QcOUEEMYBjQ/s72-c/01_photo_ext_300_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4898905564609866174</id><published>2009-08-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:06:52.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;little list of 10 things that make me terribly happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. my clean, uncluttered little studio&lt;br /&gt;2. waking up @ my parents house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. the smell of library books&lt;br /&gt;4. eyes that change color&lt;br /&gt;5. my boyfriends laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. memories of our apartment in france&lt;br /&gt;7. my dogs greying beard&lt;br /&gt;8. foam in my lattee&lt;br /&gt;9. soft sugar cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. snail mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4898905564609866174?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4898905564609866174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4898905564609866174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4898905564609866174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4898905564609866174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-list-of-10-things-that-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3571087126692913494</id><published>2009-08-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:03:33.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;everyone send me a lil courage today plz!! big day ahead!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone is having a good tuesday. my lack of morning runs are being blamed on the heat. why is it so much easier to get up and run when it is cold out?? @ least for me anyway. it shocks you awake, you can throw baggy warm clothes on over your pjs..and no one else is around because it is too cold. how perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure i will be using the cold as an excuse for lack of morning runs in a couple months...but september get here fast! i have missed you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3571087126692913494?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3571087126692913494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3571087126692913494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3571087126692913494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3571087126692913494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-send-me-lil-courage-today-plz.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1633230457864529302</id><published>2009-08-17T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:06:29.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;pics from our last season in sherbrooke.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomakIHUUYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uZ1ybHzLKn8/s1600-h/n47001074_30690612_7833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370993976060170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomakIHUUYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uZ1ybHzLKn8/s320/n47001074_30690612_7833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ((the backyard))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomYSosinKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gd1oMunAISM/s1600-h/n47001074_30690613_8405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370991476545330338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomYSosinKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gd1oMunAISM/s320/n47001074_30690613_8405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;((the house...(maison) if you will))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2815708234770089192-1633230457864529302?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1633230457864529302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1633230457864529302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1633230457864529302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1633230457864529302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/pics-from-our-last-season-in-sherbrooke.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomakIHUUYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uZ1ybHzLKn8/s72-c/n47001074_30690612_7833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1186379125854126677</id><published>2009-08-17T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:28:53.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HKYPlayer a Saint? Oxymoron...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has signed. this morning he officially signed for the 2009-2010 season with a team, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://saintfrancois.lnah.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;St. Francis Saints, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sherbrooke&lt;/span&gt;, Q.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A press conference will be taking place this evening announcing he has signed, it will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; to everyone. he was a 'fan favorite' as he played their his first season after we graduated. when i was in the stands a lot of fans approached me asking if he liked it there etc. he is from Montreal, so he is kind of a 'home town boy'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sherbrooke&lt;/span&gt; is NORTH of Montreal. By North I mean in the mountains, you will not hear a lick of English, and they shut down roads in the winter because of snow)...oh and when we use to drive back from games he would have ME be on the look out for moose. Yes. Moose crossing, like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Fitch moose but less cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so needless to say; he will be LIGHT YEARS away from NYC. seriously, he mine as well be in Europe. &amp;amp; speaking of, when we were in France for 3 months I had to keep reminding myself I was not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sherbrooke&lt;/span&gt;, and was in fact in the real deal- Southern France. THAT is how much French we are talking about. When I would go shopping, to get coffee, in the stands etc..NO ENGLISH. they are shocked and whip around when they would hear me speak, thinking what is this strange girl doing in this place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; me. The strange girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. They are right. Strange girl = weird American girl with college degree, PR professional, NYC inhabitant who follows her boyfriend to all the ends of the earth to support his career; that just so happens to be a professional athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come on how this new life changing decision will alter the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime... 4 Shifts left at the night job. Seriously I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; jump up and down right now. I am bringing my Mom's-friends-daughter to interview for my position next Monday. Hopefully everyone will like each other! She is one of those, 'I must live in NYC girls', and moved down here with no job. This might be a good fit for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I shopped, a lot. New shoes, vintage sundress/belt, 2 skirts... la la la...What?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hkyplayer's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;birthday celebration is this upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt;?!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WOOPSIES&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that meant I get a new weekend wardrobe. :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I will be shopping for classy winter-wear for cold hockey rinks and autumn Northern Quebec weekend excursions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370988041549735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomVKsVxZLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XHjiHPOT3ag/s320/25k4dx5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1186379125854126677?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1186379125854126677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1186379125854126677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1186379125854126677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1186379125854126677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/hkyplayer-saint-oxymoron.html' title='HKYPlayer a Saint? Oxymoron...'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SomVKsVxZLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XHjiHPOT3ag/s72-c/25k4dx5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-357991202888848183</id><published>2009-08-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:33:01.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so do not fear, for i am with you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;do not be dismayed, for i am your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i will strengthen you &amp;amp; help you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i will uphold you with my righteous right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;isaiah 41:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-357991202888848183?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/357991202888848183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=357991202888848183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/357991202888848183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/357991202888848183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-do-not-fear-for-i-am-with-you-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2691597811460203115</id><published>2009-08-13T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:10:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am here in the city this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt;. mainly friendless- with Katie moving, J. on a cruise, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan on birthday shopping; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; checking out &lt;a href="http://www.thehighline.org/"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;highline&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; is suppose to be beautiful. i plan on taking full advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i am meeting up with Katie and she is completing the transition from NYC to DC this week/weekend. we will be meeting @ Hooters off Broadway. She brought me there, grudgingly the very first day I started with our company. it is a tradition one might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss her dearly. A coworker, friend, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confidant&lt;/span&gt;. I KNOW I would of not lasted this long in NYC without her by my side. This place is cut-throat. She also pushed me in the right direction for France. I cant wait to see where each others lives take us. We are both on the verge of big things. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;kt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-2691597811460203115?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2691597811460203115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2691597811460203115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2691597811460203115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2691597811460203115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-here-in-city-this-wknd.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-5955510340706381001</id><published>2009-08-13T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:38:06.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I.MISSED.THE.BOAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am down right SHOCKED you all did not inform me about Tracy Firth's line at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YOU know I love girly clothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YOU know I love being a thrifty shopper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YOU know I love shopping online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of COURSE, every other girl in America luvs the line. The only thing I can find of the line on the website are bathing suit bottoms (with bows). adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOW HOW do I miss this! Where is the PR for Target I ask!?! I have seen your Mother-focused commercials on how 'Julie has faith Target will keep her kids un-sunburned' blah blah. WHERE were your commercials for 20-something girls who love frocks. girly girl sundresses &amp;amp; are at a loss for what to wear to their Grandfathers 80th Bday that may or may not be taking place nxt wknd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Really. I am taking this personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369439630324950882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoQU5TBsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TA9FhWA0f4Q/s320/tracy-feith-for-target.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(lets all pretend we do not recognize Ali from The City).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-5955510340706381001?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/5955510340706381001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=5955510340706381001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5955510340706381001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5955510340706381001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/imissedtheboat.html' title='I.MISSED.THE.BOAT.'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoQU5TBsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TA9FhWA0f4Q/s72-c/tracy-feith-for-target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1725833568556301566</id><published>2009-08-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:42:32.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;finally some info. i can share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave notice at the night job. it was so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to walk away from anything i think is difficult, it means your path is uncertain. my last day there is august 31st. the final straw was trying to make it from 34th St (Penn Station) to w56 (the restaurant location), 90degree weather, during the Dominician Republic Parade. word's dont explain. MAJOR breakdown... had to have a police escort. like..seriously?? a girl needs to relax on a sunday. i am not leaving them totally hanging, my mom's friend/coworkers daughter may take over, i will be training her and they have to make sure they like her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will then have my sundays back and monday evenings. fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, you will find me shopping for &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's &lt;/em&gt;birthday, working out, and listening to iron &amp;amp; wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you may recall their song from twilight: flightless bird, american mouth...ahh the countdown til new moon :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more news to come. pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1725833568556301566?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1725833568556301566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1725833568556301566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1725833568556301566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1725833568556301566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-some-info.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2689387265032058298</id><published>2009-08-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:28:04.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoB0v2E9DPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a9h4gNgP8yc/s1600-h/qqtoxs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368419121144597746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoB0v2E9DPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a9h4gNgP8yc/s320/qqtoxs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2815708234770089192-2689387265032058298?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2689387265032058298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2689387265032058298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2689387265032058298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2689387265032058298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SoB0v2E9DPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a9h4gNgP8yc/s72-c/qqtoxs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7003219983970161268</id><published>2009-08-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:56:37.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am avoiding blogging all together because i have learned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dooce&lt;/span&gt;.com lesson well.&lt;br /&gt;do not want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-speak and be caught up in some whole controversy..more to come later..i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i can discuss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day in the office without Katie. BOO. it is so weird. let me tell you. We normally would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;siked&lt;/span&gt; to use our Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hortons&lt;/span&gt; coupon and go and get some free iced coffees on our lunch break. She will be Missed. Even though she is on to bigger n better--- Nursing School in D.C., read all about her changes on her hilarious blog........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katiedinterman.blogspot.com/"&gt;- Findings &amp;amp; Adventures in the Life of Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dinterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday, August 17 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Big 2-6. yikes!! I plan on getting him new cologne and replacement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Oakleys&lt;/span&gt; for his pair that got thrown in a lake this summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he wants both and will never get around to making the purchases. He is planning on visiting my family &amp;amp; I the weekend after for some family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;partys&lt;/span&gt; and to golf with my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; has an amazing Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-7003219983970161268?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7003219983970161268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7003219983970161268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7003219983970161268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7003219983970161268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-avoiding-blogging-all-together.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8639763694726548962</id><published>2009-08-05T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:52:09.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I GOT THE BOOTIES!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just&lt;em&gt; happend &lt;/em&gt;to be walking by STEVE on the way back from a pedicure...they were on sale...more than the site! For the "Fall Preview"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is a match made in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-8639763694726548962?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8639763694726548962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8639763694726548962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8639763694726548962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8639763694726548962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-booties-i-just-happend-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6841155009766555871</id><published>2009-08-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:19:06.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SnhDKRZNinI/AAAAAAAAAII/_i5icuPuqko/s1600-h/JESSII_COGNAC-LE_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366112799758846578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SnhDKRZNinI/AAAAAAAAAII/_i5icuPuqko/s320/JESSII_COGNAC-LE_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want these instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall IS right around the corner..... :)&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/2815708234770089192-6841155009766555871?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6841155009766555871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6841155009766555871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6841155009766555871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6841155009766555871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SnhDKRZNinI/AAAAAAAAAII/_i5icuPuqko/s72-c/JESSII_COGNAC-LE_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2800354845989545819</id><published>2009-08-04T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:14:37.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;has anyone tried under armour sneakers?? i am currently running in &lt;strong&gt;NIKES&lt;/strong&gt;..I know I know, breaking a cardinal rule. previously I had &lt;strong&gt;MIZUNOS&lt;/strong&gt;- Loved..but not the cutest pair of sneaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THESE sneakers are so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DANG cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am normally not a pink girl..but I love these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone have a good product review?! I Googled and didn't get any decent feedback.&lt;/div&gt;I am just scared because I have never heard anything about UnderArmour shoes 1 way or the other..I have U.A. shorts, headbands and t-shirts....undecided...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366100927012026066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sng4XL9yNtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qGE71VrWHTM/s320/UAF103-WHRD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-2800354845989545819?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2800354845989545819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2800354845989545819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2800354845989545819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2800354845989545819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/08/has-anyone-tried-under-armour-sneakers.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sng4XL9yNtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qGE71VrWHTM/s72-c/UAF103-WHRD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6036443215590581956</id><published>2009-07-29T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:30:40.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SnCVCwuAuEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K2BoYdl8bYU/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363951030868424770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SnCVCwuAuEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K2BoYdl8bYU/s320/twitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;come follow moi on twitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a whole lot of &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/katienickels"&gt;nickels for your thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..via twitter-berry :) &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/2815708234770089192-6036443215590581956?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6036443215590581956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6036443215590581956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6036443215590581956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6036443215590581956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-follow-moi-on-twitter-whole-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SnCVCwuAuEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K2BoYdl8bYU/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8203317387880718451</id><published>2009-07-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:23:49.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Little Things About Me:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite kind of cake? mrs fields cookie cake&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you ever make gifts for people, if so what, or do you buy them? typically just buy. whatever i know they need/want.&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite holiday? christmas&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you going on vacation or traveling this year? pending&lt;em&gt; hkyplayers&lt;/em&gt; 2010 seaon- may be Europe again! (fingers x)&lt;br /&gt;6. How would you describe your decor? Classy. Modern. Clean.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you are married, describe your wedding. If not, what would your ideal wedding be like? All my family &amp;amp; friends. open bar. Good live band. Happy with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favorite romantic song? anything by Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;9. Which female celebrity do you find beautiful? Kim Kardashian. Denise Richards.&lt;br /&gt;10. What is a weekly must for you? Working out. Reality tv during the week. Good wine.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could be a fictional character from a book who would you choose? Bella!!&lt;br /&gt;12. If you could be in a television show, which would you choose? Tori &amp;amp; Dean! I love them.&lt;br /&gt;13. Which character would you like to be? Toris new nanny ha&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favourite girl's name? Abigail&lt;br /&gt;15. What's your favourite boy's name? Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;16. What's your supermarket of choice? wegmans!&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your worst habit? biting my nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-8203317387880718451?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8203317387880718451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8203317387880718451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8203317387880718451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8203317387880718451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-little-things-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-948991951111710580</id><published>2009-07-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:19:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pray, pray, pray!</title><content type='html'>please cross your fingers &amp;amp; all of your toes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not been having the best days as of late. going stir crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping for changes to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;i am asking for prayers of clarity &amp;amp; to not be frusterated with 'my plan'&lt;br /&gt;i have Faith i am on the right track, just gotta be calm with the time line of it all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-948991951111710580?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/948991951111710580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=948991951111710580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/948991951111710580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/948991951111710580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-pray-pray.html' title='pray, pray, pray!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8630316611506080428</id><published>2009-07-27T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:22:03.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sm3wMkTFZrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ia57nA_zoD0/s1600-h/YANKEES.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363206829960947378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sm3wMkTFZrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ia57nA_zoD0/s320/YANKEES.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi guys. i am sorry i have been avoiding blogging like the plague. i choose to blame this on the fact that the longer you go without blogging the more you want your next blog to be really fantastic and announcing momentus news.&lt;br /&gt;{{so much for that.}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; I are currently in limbo. big time limbo. he has yet to signed for the 2010 season. for those of my followers *well technically..i may not have anyone following anymore cause i ignored you all so much, terrible girl i am*, that are unfamiliar with hockey--last year at this time he flew out for the 2009 season the first wk in August. So you can see why life is all jumbled. no decision has been made. The last we knew a team in Italy is interested. &lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;asked if they pay for his equipment (it would be outrageous if they didnt because he is already taking a paycut)..if not Italy; he will return to a previous team located in Quebec. I loved the town where the team was located and our little place there. I am totally for either option. However. Quebec team was a fighting league and &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;did get injured there. not so good. Bottom line; he has options. It is just very very weird because my life could change so much in the next week or so. I am just standing by on the sidelines cheering him on trying to be supportive &amp;amp; offering it up to God knowing we will end up &lt;em&gt;Exactly Where We Should Be&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime,&lt;em&gt; hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; came to visit this past wknd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;of COURSE i was feeling under the weather..this hacking cough that is so unattractive and my eyes are all nasty..you can tell i am running an empty tank. He did not mind when I woke him up &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; night long &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; night of the wknd- he rubbed my back, offered to get me water and gave me positive vibes. So cute. I am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got in LATE thursday night. We crashed. He wanted sandwiches. He is just like my father. Friday I called off work- was still sick, cold symptoms and did not sleep. We relaxed and went to brunch at a place I knew he would love. We sat outside and loved all the people watching and little dogs walking by. We then relaxed all Friday day because he knew I was zonked. Friday Night we got the idea to go to the Yankees game. I never, ever, ever thought I would make it to the game. Who would I go with? Arent the tickets expensive?! Well &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; said lets do it! We went for a drink in the city prior to the game. I had a Bikini Martini- hit the spot. Hkyplayer ate wings...he has been craving wings for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took the train to Yankee Stadium. Hkyplayer walked by the first couple scalpers and I was thinking oh because they were too out in the open or something - some strategy...he usually has one..turns out it was simply because he was scared. too cute! We bought bleacher tix that ended up being in the FIRST ROW of the 200 level. GORGEOUS seats- beautiful weather, so much fun. We were on Cloud9. The only glitch- when I got there they hassled me about having my bag because it qualifies as a large purse. They do not allow 'large purses' in Yankee stadium... Ok folks..half of NYC carries large bags- Murses included. Get with it. I freaked when Security told me I would need to hand my bag off to the BOWLING ALLEY across the street?! WTF. &lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;, as always, took over and handled the situation perfectly. We switched lines and I got in with out another mention of it. I got excited because the Yankees were playing the A's and Nomar Garciparra plays for the A's...he had come into my night job a couple wks ago. Hkyplayer showed me how Garciparra has this weird tic where he touches his bating gloves 4 times everytime he is up to bat. Too funny. ...We had such a great night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;cooked me breakfast in bed. Egg white omlets &amp;amp; veggies in a breakfast wrap while ESPN blared on the tv...he makes me feel so at home..so much more so in my own place..I loved my apartment when we were in it together..gosh I love him. Then we went to my gym and worked out FOREVER. Seriously. He showed me a bunch of new work outs that yes, I requested. But still. The kid is crazy. I will keep them up :) I am so sore today! Saturday night I cooked a great (pat myself on the back) chicken stir fry and we went into the city to meet up with a highschool BFF - Janel. She lives on 77 and 1st. I wanted &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; to see her place &amp;amp; I knew she was a bit lonely as her long distance boyfriend was MIA. Janel, &lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; I went to my coworker and good friends bday. It was at some random place on the Lower East. We had a blast.&lt;em&gt; Hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; died laughing at my dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- I WORKED. I worked from 1:00-midnight. After I said goodbye to hkyplayer and cried many an elephant tear. Tonight I took off work from the night job. Im wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will work the day job and then head home to relax...maybe a late night workout if I feel up to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for being so MIA...I will keep everyone posted on the pending hockey season decision. I need to remember that blogging can be therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;It helps to get everything out,&lt;br /&gt;Look bk and smile&lt;br /&gt;and see things that seemed so huge are really just trivial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-8630316611506080428?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8630316611506080428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8630316611506080428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8630316611506080428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8630316611506080428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sm3wMkTFZrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ia57nA_zoD0/s72-c/YANKEES.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2940892569392377142</id><published>2009-07-21T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:23:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; even if he wakes you up every day ...&lt;br /&gt;by sneezing right in your face,&lt;br /&gt;well;&lt;br /&gt;you love his sneezes&lt;br /&gt;more than anyone else's&lt;br /&gt;kisses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-2940892569392377142?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2940892569392377142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2940892569392377142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2940892569392377142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2940892569392377142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-if-he-wakes-you-up-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2227168032706979221</id><published>2009-07-16T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:22:50.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am alive &amp; well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i am alive. i have been so MIA. i flew into syracuse last wk at this time. it was a great wknd celebrating my brothers graduation party. we worried for rain. it rained a bit in the morning &amp;amp; then held off until i was drying myself off from the hot tub..&lt;br /&gt;food was great. wine better. loved helping &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she said, 'thank God I have a daughter.' it was great to hear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will say i have stepped away from the blog-atmosphere because i was not a happy camper post-family vacation. not easy to say goodbye. lotsa tears at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;on a positive note, i have been re-vamping the apartment and making it a bit cozier and more efficient. something to keep me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another positive, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hockey player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is meeting with 3 agents on Saturday. He is playing in a tournament called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stanleykeg.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;stanley keg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. he has always played it and will play along NHL'ers and guys who play in Europe. he is meeting with the UK agent, Sweden and a QC agent from an old team he use to play on. &lt;strong&gt;FINGERS CROSSED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ he was suppose to come visit for the wknd but come on. this is major. maybe he will come next weekend instead ] ..in the mean time. i am working friday &amp;amp; sunday. saturday i will occupy myself with friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; please. please &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; go see bruno. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-2227168032706979221?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2227168032706979221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2227168032706979221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2227168032706979221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2227168032706979221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-alive-well.html' title='i am alive &amp; well'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3240897682151966073</id><published>2009-07-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:03:36.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just boarded my flight home!! Much needed vacation Upstate.yay! &lt;br /&gt;Last night went for a GREAT dinner w my team of coworkers. One of my coworkers had the idea of the SVP ladies discussing their career paths.. We heard fabulous stories of times spent doing PR for Exxon, time abroad in Russia and working for Guiding Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have these mentors in front of me. Impt not to take it for granted. Now I get time w my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky girl I am. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3240897682151966073?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3240897682151966073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3240897682151966073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3240897682151966073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3240897682151966073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-boarded-my-flight-home-much-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3948676481734223158</id><published>2009-07-06T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:02:59.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been so MIA- sit in front of a computer all day + still did not have time to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was good fun/random.&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT work my 2nd job tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Life is chaos&lt;br /&gt;I fly home on THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;And just had the best grilled chs sandwich. (Non-dairy cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine, bed + kathy griffin my life on the D list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I wish I was joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come I promise. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3948676481734223158?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3948676481734223158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3948676481734223158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3948676481734223158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3948676481734223158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-so-mia-sit-in-front-of-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-717720588159771094</id><published>2009-07-03T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:46:05.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My vacation got cancelled!! Again!!BUT! No worrying- it was for a valid reason. One of my clients drugs was approved by the FDA. This drug is estimated to gross $1.5 Billion and help to 3 million Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great trip to Trader Joes.&lt;br /&gt;Good wine.&lt;br /&gt;Love my family.&lt;br /&gt;+ I am lucky to have a boyfriend like HkyPlayer to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow plans? Hamptons? Stay in the city + read a bk in Central Park? Options are endless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, very random, 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-717720588159771094?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/717720588159771094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=717720588159771094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/717720588159771094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/717720588159771094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-vacation-got-cancelled-againbut-no.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-16489881613285065</id><published>2009-07-01T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:59:15.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love tori &amp;amp; dean on oxygen. OBSESSION.&lt;br /&gt;1. she married a canadian. (he reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a little bit more in every epsiode).&lt;br /&gt;2. she has gorgeous children&lt;br /&gt;3. shes a working mom. to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW CAN U BE THAT SKINNY?! it is mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353598807527071842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkvNwDibIGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MDKjcyt44P8/s320/tori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking. tori creates gorgeous babies, baby clothes, authors great books that make me laugh outloud AND creates really pretty jewlery. she must have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;no dice. her 'official site' takes you to her myspace page. You mean to tell me her gay husband hasnt informed her that myspace is very 2003-ish. seriously it is for child molesters. what ru doing tori. Upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her defense. the site has CUTE recently uploaded pics of her and the family... &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/torispelling"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/torispelling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-16489881613285065?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/16489881613285065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=16489881613285065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/16489881613285065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/16489881613285065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-tori-dean-on-oxygen.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkvNwDibIGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MDKjcyt44P8/s72-c/tori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8109328543466509583</id><published>2009-07-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:24:17.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353570835375238290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sku0T3JurJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/veIApVFk7N4/s320/10s8boi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-04-20T19%3A00%3A00-04%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=15"&gt;thank you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-8109328543466509583?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8109328543466509583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8109328543466509583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8109328543466509583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8109328543466509583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sku0T3JurJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/veIApVFk7N4/s72-c/10s8boi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3443397464745813578</id><published>2009-06-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:15:33.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kyPlayer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;old team was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sherbrooke&lt;/span&gt;, QC. Hence the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sherbrooke&lt;/span&gt; Machine' shirt. Where this came from I'll never know. Did it get him free drinks at the time he played there??&lt;br /&gt;..I AM SURE.&lt;br /&gt;It is SO TACKY.&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EMBARRASSING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3443397464745813578?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3443397464745813578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3443397464745813578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3443397464745813578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3443397464745813578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/ps.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-31791644385300593</id><published>2009-06-30T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:28:40.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music, pandora, vanilla candles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i never blog about music. and it is such a huge part of my life, especially when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; was in Europe for 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mnths&lt;/span&gt; without moi. music gets me by. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; an oldie but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt;. good for Blah Tuesday if you ask me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhC4E055OsY"&gt;Kate Nash, The Nicest Thing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HkyPlayer&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I love the song by Kate titled 'Foundations'. good tongue n cheek representation of us :). God Bless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pandora.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pandora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for playing me some real good tunes today,For vanilla candles on the office desk that smell so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;delicioooous&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; for upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wknds&lt;/span&gt; spent Upstate with my amazing family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i should be happy. i get to still wear birthday hats, and sit on my boyfriends lap. and i am loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkotqsM0z9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1Crq9ofsz-E/s1600-h/KMN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353141318525964242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkotqsM0z9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1Crq9ofsz-E/s320/KMN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-31791644385300593?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/31791644385300593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=31791644385300593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/31791644385300593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/31791644385300593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-pandora-vanilla-candles.html' title='music, pandora, vanilla candles..'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkotqsM0z9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1Crq9ofsz-E/s72-c/KMN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4745812098795660124</id><published>2009-06-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:36:27.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no matter how you feel; get up, dress up &amp;amp; show up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i did that.. can i go home now ?? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;...1 of thooose days...and my laundry is callin' my name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353129137777577090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkoilrYGjII/AAAAAAAAAHI/2oMCN4I7qa8/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4745812098795660124?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4745812098795660124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4745812098795660124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4745812098795660124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4745812098795660124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-matter-how-you-feel-get-up-dress-up.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkoilrYGjII/AAAAAAAAAHI/2oMCN4I7qa8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2257691755271352741</id><published>2009-06-29T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:40:26.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VACATION WAS GREAT. As Expected! &amp;amp; just a complete whirlwind--my flight ended up being delayed on thursday night, eek. but i got in around midnight and hkyplayer, his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma &amp;amp; Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *with puppy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spartan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where all there to greet me. it was so nice being in his presence and sleeping by his side. he is such a great partner and my best friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I were pool side with Spartan as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;worked a half day. We had a great BBQ with yummy salsa and chicken burgers on the grill, @ night we had some of his friends over and watched the NHL draft. I was the first one asleep per usual!~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's Mom's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aerobics class too. SHE KICKED MY BUTT!! His &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is so great and gave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n I a shout out for her one of her songs that reminds her of us...she is in such good shape and man my stomach is so sore! It was one of the wknd highlights. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali&lt;/em&gt; J&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I stood in the back and were laughing so hard and sweating so much! Saturday afternoon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fought over who could hang out with me..which was very sweet but also frusterating! I wanted to be in both places. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was going to an all girl's bruncheon and they were gone from 2-9 pm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;r was not having that! So instead he won &amp;amp; we went to see transformers. (i was there more or less for cuddiling &amp;amp; movie theater popcorn). Saturday night we met up with his agent at a club in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montreal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buonanotte.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buona notte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. all of the NHL 1st draft picks were there too. I wish I had a chance to speak to his agent about sending hkyplayer somewhere good AND SOON! we are so behind with hearing where he will be going this season. EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad to leave, but it was a great time had by all. I decided on a whim I will be going home to Upstate NY for 4th of July wknd. I had not made any plans because I am going home the following wknd for younger brother's HS grad party. On the way home from my wknd trip I thought life is too short to not spend holidays where you want to be!! Even though it is costing an arm &amp;amp; leg! I am taking a limo bus on Thursday night that has wireless access- so I can work if necessary, and on the way back taking an early train so I can work Sunday night at the night job. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned he might come down for it- but we know how that goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!!!!!! Somewhere in there I need to do laundry (piles and piles), get some workouts in, and meet up with Janel- a hs friend in the city I have not seen in ages for sushi!.... I'll upload pics from the wknd shortly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-2257691755271352741?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2257691755271352741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2257691755271352741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2257691755271352741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2257691755271352741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-vacation.html' title='post-vacation!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4849278928679918798</id><published>2009-06-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:41:39.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why is Beyonce in my head this morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkN5ITIk0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YPWp1Znpo1k/s1600-h/upgrade040308044048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351253965728436946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkN5ITIk0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YPWp1Znpo1k/s200/upgrade040308044048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"lemme lemme update-yaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so my company DID take my afternoon flight away from me yesterday. so instead of flying out this afternoon i will be flying to Montreal this evening- 9pm flight vs. 3pm flight. Yeah, it is kinda like the 'man' is bringing me down...but not so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. free flight! yay! they are paying for the $800+ flight AND the flight i originally booked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arrives around the same time into the same airport! yay! now we can have a dramatic reunion in the airport terminal..picture the whole slow motion running into each others arms..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HkyPlayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;said 'cool, now I can skate tonight before you get here!!', ha. &amp;amp; he is happy they are paying for my trip &amp;amp; that I am needed so badly..especially in this economy! It is nice to feel wanted by your job lemme tell ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hopefully we will still get in a lot of quality time into just a few days. I just cannot wait to see him and get a big huge hug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was in the office until 9 pm last night and got here 8am this morning! eek! Nothing a Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte from Starbucks won't fix. :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2815708234770089192-4849278928679918798?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4849278928679918798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4849278928679918798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4849278928679918798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4849278928679918798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-is-beyonce-in-my-head-this-morning.html' title='why is Beyonce in my head this morning?'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkN5ITIk0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YPWp1Znpo1k/s72-c/upgrade040308044048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4019706651672434699</id><published>2009-06-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:23:42.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip itinerary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never makes a trip itinerary. he believes in going with the flow and taught me to do so as well! that was...until today! he called on my lunch break to go over the upcoming wknd vaca with me. so cute. got me so excited! he also told me his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is possibly even more excited than he is. if that possible. we all cannot wait for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sister, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. to be home visiting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; I have not seen her since last summer! She is so much fun to be around!! I am suppose to (cross fingers no crisis occurs tomorrow @ my job) arrive at 6pm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montreal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;flys in later. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow night:&lt;/strong&gt; RELAX! &amp;amp; greet&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the airport-- all have some sangria!!!! I am working a half day and will be leaving the office/ and nYC at 1:00 (cross fingeeeeers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; I will have to work (boo) from his house at least in the morning, relax, enjoy the good weather (cross fingers again), lay out pool side.&lt;br /&gt;@ night have a fire in their outdoor fire pit &amp;amp; BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Take his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; work out class (shes an instructor) with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sleeps in. :)...then the ZOO!- one of our favs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayers brother- Luke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is graduating from high school!! According to the Candians..this means we meet them out downtown?! So weird! lol but ok! ill go with it! (we typically use to go out every other night when I would visit)..that was before we realized the backyard, some good sangria and comfy clothes can be just as enticing. We have been nesting as of late :) ....and i love every minute of it....but i do miss the night life of my fav. city of all time!--&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montreal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tonight i will be going home to go for a quick jog and finish packing. in my world that means going through my bag ONE MORE TIME in hopes i can eliminate some of the 10,000 lbs of luggage. ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to recap, last night i went to H&amp;amp;M before working out. i saw the huge SALE sign and couldnt resist. Got cute unders ($1-$3.00 each), a cute-summer-scarf- lepoard and pink (good for travel!!!)- $5.00, cute pjs-- i hate walking around his house in not so nice pjs- $15.00, a skirt- i am wearing today haha! $10.00) AND a comfy shirt I will wear tomorrow for work day/flight- with skinny jeans, heels and a blazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do i need this stuff? NO. does it make me happy. YES. maybe I will return the stuff I end up not using or liking. Ha. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. H&amp;amp;M dressing rooms ARE not my friend. The mirrors, the lighting. I think God created us just as he wanted. I dont think we are suppose to be able to see our bum from 50 different angles in flourescent lighting.......not cute. BUT! inspired me on my run to push harder thats for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4019706651672434699?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4019706651672434699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4019706651672434699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4019706651672434699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4019706651672434699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-itinerary.html' title='trip itinerary!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3411467803494313024</id><published>2009-06-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:26:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;bare (bear?) with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my blog looks about as fashionable as i do today... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fficially, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;temporarily, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under construction.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3411467803494313024?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3411467803494313024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3411467803494313024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3411467803494313024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3411467803494313024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/bare-bear-i-never-know.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-5282989865554969138</id><published>2009-06-23T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:30:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am not having a good 'me' day. my skirt is hanging in weird places and my shirt is to big on the top. aka. i feel frumpy. i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsassy&lt;/span&gt;. i feel not so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT! the sun is shining!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND i have these things on my desk......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350603055216224322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkEpIUhIaEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JfGldPk1U-U/s320/NiveaSunKissedFirmLotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunkissed&lt;/span&gt; AND skin firming...is this a miracle in a bottle??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350603641885759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkEpqeCDF-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wQRqQhh7GHs/s320/tea-crystallight-onthego-lemonade-box.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....crystal light... i am known to over dose on these. i know it is not healthy. but seriously, i hate regular water. i depend on the flavor. &amp;amp; AGAIN! the sun is out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;??! what is better than ice cold lemonade. ??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love products. after my crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt; working both jobs i always feel so good when i cash a paycheck and use $20 of a paycheck towards new perfumes, face washes or heck..dish detergent. i cannot even explain how it cheers me up. right now i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt; dish soap. i also got little tester sized shampoo and conditioners for my (possible) up coming vacation this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will be so amazed with his super efficient girlfriend. Usually I bring jumbo sized everything &amp;amp; about a million pairs of shoes. But this time I am flying. No time to be over-indulgent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on a related topic. i was in line at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;duane&lt;/span&gt; read and they have WHIPPED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reeses&lt;/span&gt; peanut butter cups. say what. how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;delissssh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;. i can only imagine how great they would be. chocolate &amp;amp; peanut butter is my weakness. My maternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gma&lt;/span&gt; is OBSESSED w peanut butter so i swear it is located somewhere in my genetic make up and therefore, not my fault. or problem :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT! i did not grab 1! I did not!&lt;/strong&gt; Instead I bought grapes from a street vendor. 1. the weather is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;beaaautiful&lt;/span&gt;. i could practically walk around in a bikini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Midtown Manhattan. ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; really make ya want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Reeses&lt;/span&gt; does it?! &amp;amp; 2. THIS BLOG. &lt;a href="http://www.fitnessista.com/"&gt;http://www.fitnessista.com/&lt;/a&gt;... how amazing/gorgeous is 'G'!! This girl is an inspiration. She is also a fitness instructor/personal trainer just like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hkyplayers&lt;/span&gt; Momma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I cannot wait to log into her blog this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt; (possible vacation) &amp;amp; show &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HkyMomma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully this not so me day will suddenly turn into i love the summer, i love eating healthy and working out day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. i am so glad i brought my gym stuff to change into! looks like i am forgoing yet another happy hr for the sanity of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt;. sorry coworkers in advanced. :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;much needed moi time! xx have an amazing afternoon all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-5282989865554969138?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/5282989865554969138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=5282989865554969138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5282989865554969138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5282989865554969138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-not-having-good-me-day.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkEpIUhIaEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JfGldPk1U-U/s72-c/NiveaSunKissedFirmLotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7220953182980342502</id><published>2009-06-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:41:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkDpl5aZPLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/M01idBs2Q8g/s1600-h/1-camp-style-dock-dec0807_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350533194592107698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkDpl5aZPLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/M01idBs2Q8g/s320/1-camp-style-dock-dec0807_xlg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... yes please...&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-7220953182980342502?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7220953182980342502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7220953182980342502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7220953182980342502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7220953182980342502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SkDpl5aZPLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/M01idBs2Q8g/s72-c/1-camp-style-dock-dec0807_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3474782815467285531</id><published>2009-06-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:03:10.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is everyone?!!</title><content type='html'>hi guys. feeling a bit lost today. Parents are in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cayman islands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LUCKYDUCKS&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;amp; so happy for them..my &lt;strong&gt;Momma&lt;/strong&gt; won the all-expense-paid-trip for 2) @ work. She is officially the #3 sales rep in the country for her company. She is the Shit. &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; went with her. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me yesterday, this is their first flight alone since 1985, Bahamas. And technically they were not alone as she was very.very. pregnant with yours truly. :) ...so i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siked&lt;/span&gt; for them. She emailed me today saying they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; and kayaking and my Dad got to golf with his very own caddie. It is just weird not getting her daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;txts&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; phone calls. Usually I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; her at the end of my days so she knows I am safe (see previous blogs about apartment getting broken into). etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hometown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BFFS&lt;/span&gt; are in Florida. They are there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt; J's Dad. &lt;strong&gt;Kaleena&lt;/strong&gt; is there for moral support. Which I am very glad for (J needs it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; for certain) . But they are also out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is back to the ole 9-5 today. Helping his Dad out and making some $. But weird to know we cannot chat online on a whim. I will admit though, kinda fun getting the early morning phone call knowing we are on the same exact schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus I know anytime we are making $ we are happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just feels like a strange day today! Per usual, I will be so thankful when tonight is done. Hostess job was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nutso&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with Father's Day. No celebrity sightings- Carlos Beltran was at the other location. :) Instead of my usual salads at work I have been ordering grilled chicken. It has been a nice treat at the end of the shift--- Sundays 3-midnight/Mondays 6-midnight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eeeek&lt;/span&gt;. To recap; had a great weekend. Katie &amp;amp; I had a great time on Fri. good appetizers drinks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; laughs! Saturday I stopped into Forever 21 for some sundresses and to Trader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; for some groceries. It was pouring so it was a great night to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; relax!! I am still waiting to hear about my vacation to Montreal. Hopefully they will let me fly out on Thursday as planned. I checked into other flight options and there are no flights besides the one I have for that time in the day non-stop. I will blog with any update on that end! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics of my purchases from &lt;strong&gt;Forever21 &lt;/strong&gt;on Saturday. I tried on about 30 items but narrowed it down to 3. I will mainly be in the backyard pool side so I went for comfy/cute vs. dressy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350244993128051442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sj_jeXS1svI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aolPBWRoAfY/s320/59052211-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245269553550994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sj_judD0FpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/S7xDrgFJ-HM/s320/58146631-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to go back and get this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245744424364578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sj_kKGF1qiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hkutnKYu6Vs/s320/60997273-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3474782815467285531?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3474782815467285531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3474782815467285531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3474782815467285531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3474782815467285531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-everyone.html' title='where is everyone?!!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sj_jeXS1svI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aolPBWRoAfY/s72-c/59052211-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6286570005165040555</id><published>2009-06-19T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:18:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t.g.i.f. folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjwAj0C4KHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PYE5C7ml3Wc/s1600-h/coney+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349151072675440754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjwAj0C4KHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PYE5C7ml3Wc/s320/coney+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope everyone has a great weekend!! tonight &lt;a href="http://katiedinterman.blogspot.com/"&gt;katie &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; i are going to happy hour at UNOs. everytime i go to a 'chain restaurant' in the city i feel lame because we have so many unknown lil hot spots but heres why! i went for a run last Sunday before my hostess job and stumbled across this new plaza RIGHT next to my apartment. cute outdoor seating for UNOs, AppleBees, Panera &amp;amp; Starbucks! Ok. might not sound like ground breaking news per say...in Upstate NY (where I am from originally) we have one of these plazas every half mile...but in QUEENS! no such thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we are on a budget. but UNOs offers those great 1/2 appetizer menus for happy hr. ever since I ran past it I am craving!!!! Her boyfriend is coming into town so it will be an early night. Fine by me! Saturday I might meet up with Janel...she just moved to the Upper East Side &amp;amp; I am yet to see her apartment. Sunday I am working an extra long shift because of Father's Day. Ok by me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are off to &lt;strong&gt;Cayman Islands&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday anyway. (JERKS!) &amp;amp; I need the money...I plan on buying a couple new sundresses for my time with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;up in &lt;strong&gt;Montreal &lt;/strong&gt;next weekend!! YIPEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope everyone enjoys the weekend &amp;amp; has the chance to have some special time for their Dad's! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heres a pic of Katie &amp;amp; I's Coney Island weekend last week! It was FREEZING...not a beach day. Our bikinis did not see the light of Day! But it was still fun to go &amp;amp; experience it. I Blackberry Googled the history of Coney Island &amp;amp; it dates back to the 1600's. Native American's were the first to name it Coney Island. Cool or what?..Our friend &lt;strong&gt;Alison &lt;/strong&gt;took the shots. Needless to say, shes an amazing photographer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2815708234770089192-6286570005165040555?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6286570005165040555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6286570005165040555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6286570005165040555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6286570005165040555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/tgif-folks.html' title='t.g.i.f. folks'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjwAj0C4KHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PYE5C7ml3Wc/s72-c/coney+island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-5854005378317440155</id><published>2009-06-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:53:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my rules to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. You get more with sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;than you do with salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Treat others the way you would like to be treated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Do not compare your life to to others; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;you have no idea what their journey is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Everything in Moderation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. I would rather have 5 quality friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;than 500 not so great friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Work Hard, Play Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Before you can be happy with some one else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;you have to be happy with yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Just about everyone is doing the best they can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;9. Never 'save an outfit'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why not just wear it &amp;amp; look good today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;10. If we all threw our problems in a pile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;and saw everyone else's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;we'd grab our own back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-5854005378317440155?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/5854005378317440155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=5854005378317440155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5854005378317440155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5854005378317440155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-rules-to-live-by.html' title='my rules to live by'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-5545600307504464133</id><published>2009-06-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:02:31.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet? what diet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mid-morning snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pop secret: butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch:&lt;br /&gt;soup &amp;amp; salad..&lt;br /&gt;mid-afternoon snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dr. pepper &amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Swedish Fish&lt;/strong&gt;. (mmm....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note; what must my colleagues think?!?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;date with the gym tonight? A MUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-5545600307504464133?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/5545600307504464133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=5545600307504464133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5545600307504464133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5545600307504464133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/diet-what-diet.html' title='Diet? what diet?'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8406142514409906338</id><published>2009-06-17T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:00:59.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/2815708234770089192-8406142514409906338?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8406142514409906338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8406142514409906338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8406142514409906338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8406142514409906338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-or-i-know-plans-i-have-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7313129245053251005</id><published>2009-06-16T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:11:46.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjfgGRKYAwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x3hbTB1qjng/s1600-h/june15alexgerrardholiday_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347989480816509698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjfgGRKYAwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x3hbTB1qjng/s320/june15alexgerrardholiday_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; how great is this pic. Soccer player Steven Gerard's wife Alex &amp;amp; her recession proof way of transporting luggage in the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh the life of a trophy wife...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kickette.com/"&gt;www.kickette.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-7313129245053251005?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7313129245053251005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7313129245053251005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7313129245053251005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7313129245053251005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-great-is-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjfgGRKYAwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x3hbTB1qjng/s72-c/june15alexgerrardholiday_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6840015123342348820</id><published>2009-06-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:08:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On June 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will be on a flight to Montreal to visit with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; his family. &amp;amp; in particular...&lt;strong&gt;Ali J&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Ali J&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sisters &amp;amp; one of my very best friends. Every Friday she BBMs me HAPPY FRIDAY &amp;amp; the cutest messages. She moved to Vancouver, B.C. last summer with her great boyfriend and I have not seen them since! FAR too long. She is the most athletic girl I know, sucha inspiration to me&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347911043476470242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjeYwnTNueI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hiE3ZfNGq7w/s320/Ali+j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ali J &amp;amp; Spartan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Running marathons is a MONTHLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She rewards herself with massages &amp;amp; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; steak vs. the cupcakes and of late- Sour patch kids (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woops&lt;/span&gt;!!) like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has motivated me to stay on track though with my latest healthy life style. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. I have cut out dairy and feel a LOT better and have been staying focused on what I am eating, why, and how my workouts are going. Anyway, feeling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; lot better since my post -- see Dana Torres below ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a picture of her &amp;amp; her 'puppy'&lt;strong&gt; Spartan&lt;/strong&gt;. She is flying w/ &lt;strong&gt;Spartan&lt;/strong&gt; from BC to Montreal! HE IS HUGE!! Only a couple months old. I cannot wait to see how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and in particular, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dad, handle having a new puppy in their house! Should be very, very fun! Counting the days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight we are suppose to be having a work happy hour. We will see if it is still on as a lot of accounts have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; long hours with upcoming campaigns. I am 50-50. I would like to go and have some laughs. But I would also like to come home after work and clean the apt. a little bit and watch junk-reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.. we shall see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Tuesday blogettes.. xx&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/2815708234770089192-6840015123342348820?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6840015123342348820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6840015123342348820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6840015123342348820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6840015123342348820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-june-25-th-i-will-be-on-flight-to.html' title=''/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjeYwnTNueI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hiE3ZfNGq7w/s72-c/Ali+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8699164826869310502</id><published>2009-06-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:30:46.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jcrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Daydream The Stress Away With a Dress!</title><content type='html'>too busy to blog....trying to get all my colleagues out the door to Copenhagen with their itineraries and info for a new biz. pitch eek.!!! to remain sane; i am checking out the wedding dresses on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jcrew&lt;/span&gt;.com. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt; grad dress was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jcrew&lt;/span&gt;. my confirmation dress= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jcrew&lt;/span&gt;..but wedding dress?!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whatta&lt;/span&gt; concept. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; my rationale. i will only wear it once. the cost of an expensive dress makes my palms sweaty. now just gotta brainwash the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into making the big step... ;) ;) ...&amp;amp; what more could a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl want then a classic cut, a bow here or there or a ruffle...for under a $1,000..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347576731819644066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjZotHVBFKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mn4iAo4TE7M/s320/jcrew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cinderella&lt;/span&gt; shoes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347576018353204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjZoDldXLKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZNfqXhUdeH8/s320/jcrew+pump.bmp" border="0" /&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/2815708234770089192-8699164826869310502?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8699164826869310502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8699164826869310502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8699164826869310502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8699164826869310502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/daydream-stress-away-with-dress.html' title='Daydream The Stress Away With a Dress!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjZotHVBFKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mn4iAo4TE7M/s72-c/jcrew.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-985898013305796195</id><published>2009-06-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:15:24.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful friday!</title><content type='html'>eventful and it is not even 10:00 am! i called the night job to let them know i have to potentially work late in the office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; night next week. might not be able to take a shift. they then asked me to work a lot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the following weekend is my youngest brother's grad party, so I do not have concrete plans for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt;. I am pretty sure I will take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; shifts. take 1 for the team ;) spoke to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she launched into this whole discussion about how my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was asking my thoughts on raising future children Catholic. This discussion was happening as my co-workers arrived @ the office. &lt;a href="http://katiedinterman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie &lt;/a&gt;was like who in the heck are you talking to about creation, religion and philosophical topics at 9am on a Friday! ha! woke up to the sweetest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;. from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in which he spelled out a lot of promises of the upcoming season in Europe &amp;amp; next summer. We plan on being together asap. and the whole happily ever after ending. it was the sweetest thing to wake up on a Friday with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;in pouring down and check my BB in bed. it was the best. tonight Katie &amp;amp; I are going out to dinner. much needed! &amp;amp; Saturday we plan on going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Coney&lt;/span&gt; Island! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YaY&lt;/span&gt;! Never been. We want relaxation mixed in wit&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjJgS1xpvII/AAAAAAAAADw/wcPjYMsthy0/s1600-h/new-york-coney-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441584431447170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjJgS1xpvII/AAAAAAAAADw/wcPjYMsthy0/s320/new-york-coney-island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h a little fun. Sunday I will work. Gotta make some $$! I hope to fit in workouts all 3 days.. ha. My company &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok'ed&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finaaaaally&lt;/span&gt;) my vacation to &lt;strong&gt;Montreal &lt;/strong&gt;June 25-June 28. I am flying there (first time!), and taking the train back. Ali J (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hkyplayers&lt;/span&gt; sister &amp;amp; one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;), will be in town from B.C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yipeee&lt;/span&gt;! Have not seen her since last summer.. and with her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; pup in tow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hkyplayers&lt;/span&gt; brother Luke is graduating high school that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt;. I am excited to be apart of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt;. In Canada they have quite a different grad ceremony. They all have what we have in the States as a Senior Ball somewhere in downtown &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montreal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@ a nice hotel. They all stay the night. I think they walk across a stage? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I are always confusing each other when we talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt;. grad. because they are so different in each country. It will be so fun to see first hand what it is all about!! Counting down til then ..:) The weekend in between my old college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; might be in town for an engagement party. Id love to see her. So that would be fun *&amp;amp; a nice distraction from missing family and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;his family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-985898013305796195?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/985898013305796195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=985898013305796195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/985898013305796195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/985898013305796195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/eventful-friday.html' title='eventful friday!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjJgS1xpvII/AAAAAAAAADw/wcPjYMsthy0/s72-c/new-york-coney-island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-757789319753894706</id><published>2009-06-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:38:16.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY JOB IS MAKING ME FAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjEHIbEKI_I/AAAAAAAAADo/-onbXl13_i0/s1600-h/diana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346062073951036402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjEHIbEKI_I/AAAAAAAAADo/-onbXl13_i0/s320/diana.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; MOTIVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no lie. the pencil skirt--that was baggy post France, is tight. very tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as in..short, quick steps. ugh. the tan pants from Arden B. i have owned since i was a wee-sophmore in college...*they are summer-work-attire go-tos..are obnoxiously tight. WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have only myself to blame. i know. but it is TOTALLY my schedule ie. work PR job 7:30-6:00 and then night job 2 nights a week. aka no work outs on Sundays &amp;amp; Mondays. i NEED to fix this. for my own sanity, my closet &amp;amp; my wallet. i feel like a whale. a beached one. in France I was at my peak. Eating properly (at least 5 days a wk, as the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; I drank quite a lot on the wknds!)and got a solid run in every morning before I logged in. I was happy, smaller AND so happy and in love. Here in NYC- I emotionally eat. I reward myself. I miss my Family &amp;amp; Friends. And sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SAID. drastic changes. here they come. eating properly. working out A LOT....... in a perfect world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Personal Chef: I need blogger &lt;a href="http://runningoffthepounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura &lt;/a&gt;to cook me every meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Personal Trainer: &amp;amp; I need blogger &lt;a href="http://danielleruns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt; to get my bum moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;back to reality...so instead...I will travel to your blogs each day to keep myself motivated. times.they.are.a.changing. first day in my new mind-set: pizza for lunch for a meeting. I WILL eat the salad, i WILL not eat 2 pieces of pizza and feel lathargic a minute later... i.will.behave. That 3:00-4:00 time frame kills me. I get so sleepy and hungry... eek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-757789319753894706?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/757789319753894706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=757789319753894706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/757789319753894706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/757789319753894706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-job-is-making-me-fat.html' title='MY JOB IS MAKING ME FAT.'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SjEHIbEKI_I/AAAAAAAAADo/-onbXl13_i0/s72-c/diana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1906315013906419793</id><published>2009-06-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:18:27.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiiiiiz tiiiiiime. brain fried. this is all ya guys get today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Borrowed this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newlywedhostess.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Newlywed Hostess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The things I've done are in italics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.&lt;em&gt; Started your own blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Been to Disney world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;..(LIVED in Paris :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea..(as a kid in Cape Cod)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch &lt;em&gt;..(cooking!/sewing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty (stood underneath, it was not open at the time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (couldn't bare to leave my boy, couple summers ago..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Held a lamb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;31. &lt;em&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;33. &lt;em&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person..lived right next it- University&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;35. &lt;em&gt;Seen an Amish community..worked for one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language &lt;em&gt;(trying with French)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied &lt;em&gt;(HA! never!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;45. &lt;em&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;50. &lt;em&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (underneath it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;52. &lt;em&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;53. &lt;em&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; 54. &lt;em&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;0. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;61. &lt;em&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;63. &lt;em&gt;Got flowers for no reason..thanx hockey player. &amp;amp; thanks for not making them roses..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;64. &lt;em&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma (worked at a blood drive, I was too young at the time to donate. HA!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;67. &lt;em&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;em&gt;wooopsy daisy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;69. &lt;em&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy..American girl dolls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;71. &lt;em&gt;Eaten caviar (Paris)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;73. &lt;em&gt;Stood in Times Square....every.day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;75. &lt;em&gt;Been fired from a job..bartending. hole in the wall bar in Syracsue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;77. &lt;em&gt;Broken a bone, left wrist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;82. &lt;em&gt;Bought a brand&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;new car 2008 Toyota Yaris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;84. &lt;em&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper (cheerleading)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;86. Visited the White House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;88. &lt;em&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;91. &lt;em&gt;Met someone famous.. weekly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;93. &lt;em&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;98. &lt;em&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;99. &lt;em&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;100. &lt;em&gt;Read an entire book in one day&lt;/em&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/2815708234770089192-1906315013906419793?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1906315013906419793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1906315013906419793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1906315013906419793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1906315013906419793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiiiiiz-tiiiiiime-brain-fried-this-is.html' title='quiiiiiz tiiiiiime. brain fried. this is all ya guys get today.'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3636291869881954025</id><published>2009-06-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:25:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MUST VISIT Daphne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.coolmom.com/"&gt;http://www.coolmom.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across daphne's site after watching a whole buncha &lt;a href="http://www.momversation.com/"&gt;Momversation Vlogs&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. Daphne is hilarious, and outspoken, smart. etc. Girl Crush. plz plz plz watch her vlogs. so worth it. Mommy Blogs are my guilty pleasure. I kinda feel like how I did in middle school when I got to travel to the high school on a field trip. Kind of like ok that is in my future. And what do all the cool girls do. Back then it was Abercrombie, highlights and Vera Bradley...now it is Motherhood- stay at home moms, highlights, &amp;amp; blogs/vlogs, eating organic &amp;amp; BEING REAL...maybe some day i will be part of that club.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.baby.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si60miadAII/AAAAAAAAADg/kPhPVtS9xI8/s1600-h/logo_new.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345408381901144194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si60miadAII/AAAAAAAAADg/kPhPVtS9xI8/s320/logo_new.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3636291869881954025?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3636291869881954025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3636291869881954025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3636291869881954025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3636291869881954025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-must-visit-daphne.html' title='YOU MUST VISIT Daphne'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si60miadAII/AAAAAAAAADg/kPhPVtS9xI8/s72-c/logo_new.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7619217826416948312</id><published>2009-06-09T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:22:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrity sightings...to be continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so here is my exciting story from last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my night job (hostessing) at a place in the theater district..gets at least a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt; every night. but i only work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; nights..so obviously i miss out on some of the fun ones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Couric&lt;/span&gt;, David Letterman..etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well! not last night! &amp;amp; mind you, i do not care what you say. being amongst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt; is cool. i am a small town girl at heart. i will forever be giddy as can be. i digress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night, after a busy evening at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, in walks a very, very handsome boy. i asked if he would be joining us alone..and he made some cute remark about now my wife is strolling along and a couple steps behind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;instantly&lt;/span&gt; i smiled because i saw she was checking out the menu..the place is ($$$$$$). typical the husband just jumps at steaks. while the wife checks the budget. ha. well IMMEDIATELY i recognized her. She was...&lt;strong&gt;Heidi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Strobel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! This may not mean anything to you mature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; watchers. But to me she is an A List Celeb...Ahem..let me explain. Heidi was on Survivor (I was in college during her season).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gorgeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si6n9LS7yiI/AAAAAAAAADY/h_orQr5ORvI/s1600-h/heidihamels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345394477181422114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si6n9LS7yiI/AAAAAAAAADY/h_orQr5ORvI/s320/heidihamels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us. Southern, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;, Fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tatas&lt;/span&gt;..sugary sweet...in a bikini..on a stranded island show. Naturally I idolized her. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; with an equally hot girl..Jenna. Needless to say, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stand the way the girls twirled their hair and did the whole dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; ploy. But! this girl was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dumby&lt;/span&gt;. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing. She lasted 36 days out of the 40 days on the show coming in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I loved watching how as a female, you can turn men into lap dogs. Funny &amp;amp; True. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; last factoid. Her and Jenna stripped down on the show. Buck naked...30 days on a deserted island...on National TV..for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt; and Peanut Butter&lt;/strong&gt;. WHO. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;WOULDN'T&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but. i betcha she hates hearing all the lame-o comments about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ANYWAYY&lt;/span&gt;...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mngr&lt;/span&gt;. told her I had recognized her right away and was a fan of hers when she was on Survivor she thanked him and asked to meet me. CUTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on.....Her Husband is pitcher &lt;strong&gt;Cole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hamels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was the 2008 MVP World Series pitcher for Philly. And he is HOT. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;. the guys @ the bar were googly eyed over him. Not the gorgeous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; wife of his WHO WENT ON TO BE IN PLAYBOY!( i guess after you showed your treasure box n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tatas&lt;/span&gt; -my pet names- mature I know...on National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; on an island..Playboy is just fine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was more googly eyed over her. and the fact they got married in 2006. AND ARE STILL SO CUTE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;. AND she is married to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;athlete&lt;/span&gt; (naturally we are blood sisters). and she had her hair up in a ponytail and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; on. we do have a dress code. but come on! she looked good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to hit the gym. Pronto. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all for now..swamped with work..shocking....no news for the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it is POURING in the city today...nasty gloomy day..perfect day for a date with a treadmill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345392768576259106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si6mZuPuBCI/AAAAAAAAADI/XVWOQ51slfM/s320/World%2BSeries%2BTampa%2BBay%2BRays%2Bv%2BPhiladelphia%2Bgdcxy1G88iTl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a pic of Heidi and her Hubby Cole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hamels&lt;/span&gt; post World Series win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si6nRYruALI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1M1T-6jgGgw/s1600-h/Cole+and+Heidi+Hamels+AP.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393724860793010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si6nRYruALI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1M1T-6jgGgw/s320/Cole+and+Heidi+Hamels+AP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOW CUTE!! &amp;amp; Heidi is quoted as stating, she did not know who the heck he was the day he asked her out..he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; dressed for the game. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-7619217826416948312?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7619217826416948312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7619217826416948312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7619217826416948312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7619217826416948312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrity-sightingsto-be-continued.html' title='celebrity sightings...to be continued....'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si6n9LS7yiI/AAAAAAAAADY/h_orQr5ORvI/s72-c/heidihamels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-5530345891197155516</id><published>2009-06-08T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:41:38.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures from the wknd..pre-hair cut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si13IMIWMnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c0ZY6ErbmpA/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+[1].09+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345059315337540210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si13IMIWMnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c0ZY6ErbmpA/s320/Family+Reunion+%5B1%5D.09+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddies- Cole, Kaitlin &amp;amp; the Fearless (See Post Below) Colleen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si12zM_QsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/3L2hJFmjSAU/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+[1].09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345058954790613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si12zM_QsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/3L2hJFmjSAU/s320/Family+Reunion+%5B1%5D.09+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I...we look so weird. ew. but there u go. Apparently my grandmother really listened to the message on his shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si12HnEAdMI/AAAAAAAAACo/J8Y5mxzaSxM/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+[1].09+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345058205875598530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si12HnEAdMI/AAAAAAAAACo/J8Y5mxzaSxM/s320/Family+Reunion+%5B1%5D.09+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Brother's gf Carly, who I called Kelsey a bunch of times..nice one..Bro Kev &amp;amp; Bro SJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si1114UcnGI/AAAAAAAAACg/1YvsHoC_eBw/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+[1].09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057901270309986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si1114UcnGI/AAAAAAAAACg/1YvsHoC_eBw/s320/Family+Reunion+%5B1%5D.09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Jenny (from Germany) &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-5530345891197155516?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/5530345891197155516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=5530345891197155516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5530345891197155516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/5530345891197155516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-from-wkndpre-hair-cut.html' title='pictures from the wknd..pre-hair cut...'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si13IMIWMnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c0ZY6ErbmpA/s72-c/Family+Reunion+%5B1%5D.09+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-322838235664250150</id><published>2009-06-08T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:08:02.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still sulking post wknd-vaca.</title><content type='html'>hi all. i am finally getting out of my post-wknd funk. it was terribly difficult to say goodbyes to the hkyplayer *YES!! HE CAME!*, the puppy, and my entire family. i lost it in the kitchen once, in front of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but other than that i think i did damn good. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;reassured me we are close to the end. that i will go and join him in europe and the long distance is over before we know it. aka ALL I NEEDED TO HEAR. he drove down early Friday morning. he was amazing to say the least, golfed with my dad and brothers, put up with my Grandma's flirting with him- yes flirting. At one point she was twirling his leg hair. I wish I was joking and I am so sorry for the mental picture. Shudder.. he just really was fantastic about the crazy family stuff. Big Bonus pts. We did A LOT of eating. eek. I didnt do ANY working out..I just am in a stage where I cannot pull myself away from family when I am visiting..the time is to precious. But i WILL make up for it. I promised myself on the plane ride I am really going to revamp the working out and eating....that idea of oh I deserve to reward myself...is crap. It will stop soon. ie. I deserve a cupcake for working out last night, I deserve to eat a huge dinner because I did not eat anything for lunch..wrong wrong wrong. Anyway- that was the only downfall of the wknd. We ate good food and drank lots of wine. But other than that, we got to go out on my parents boat, had good weather, the boys golfed, I got my hair done (cut &amp;amp; highlights --so-so on it), went to the movies - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I snuck away for a 12:00 movie....we saw the Hangover. I would like to give a review on it but frankly, my head was practically in the popcorn bowl- yes..we got popcorn..with butter. yeessssh!!!!...and he dropped me off at the airport. it was just so nice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is one lil story- my cousin Jineane &amp;amp; I are very close. I was in her wedding years ago..and she now has 2 young girls, Colleen and Kaitlin. Over the wknd I realized by the time she was my age she was married and had Colleen..nuts!!! Anyway, Colleen is just great (4 yrs old). So talkative. So she comes up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; I saying c&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si11Xa27JgI/AAAAAAAAACY/42iZjPGjXaI/s1600-h/water%20moccasin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057377965778434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si11Xa27JgI/AAAAAAAAACY/42iZjPGjXaI/s200/water%2520moccasin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome to the water (we were at our marina), and see this giant spider. Needless to say, the spider was M.I.A. but come to find....a GIANT water moccassin. I am telling you HUGE. ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I grab her hoisting her up- in my sundress and all and start quiet screaming think...jumping up and down freaking out with no words as I did not want to freak her out.. and she yells Grandma! we saw a snake. calm as a cucumber and says &lt;em&gt;'don't worry Katie they are scared of us a lot more than we are of them'.&lt;/em&gt; kids these days...this thing looked like a freaking boa constrictor. and we heard it SLITHER. what the?!!!??!!! I am off to my night job...another shudder..the last place I want to be. But I know with all this traveling, it is DEF. necessary.. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* On a side note; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is thinking Italy. His agent called with a team that needs a European passport- right defense man..ding ding ding! i will def. let you know when the decision is made. I will shout it from the roof tops in fact....I will updated some pictures from the wknd courtesy of my Aunt Paula. Happy Monday to you all, and as always, I will be so GLAD to blog tomorrow...free to have my one job, grocery shop (my fridge has tofu and lettuce), and GO TO THE GYM!!! xxx &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/2815708234770089192-322838235664250150?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/322838235664250150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=322838235664250150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/322838235664250150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/322838235664250150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-sulking-post-wknd-vaca.html' title='still sulking post wknd-vaca.'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Si11Xa27JgI/AAAAAAAAACY/42iZjPGjXaI/s72-c/water%2520moccasin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4012629107664734466</id><published>2009-06-04T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:13:22.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syracuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather Armstrong'/><title type='text'>THREE FOLLOWERS!!</title><content type='html'>hi all!! happy almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. i am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;siked&lt;/span&gt;- 3 followers. i am shocked!..meanwhile i have not blogged in a wk. eek. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; back at it. tonight i am flying home to my parents house! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. i hard to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reaaally&lt;/span&gt; hard to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; "off"- i will probably end up working from home. my mom's entire side of the family will be in town, including my cousin n uncle from Germany. i am foreseeing lots of boat rides, late night hot tub &amp;amp; wine, some good laughs with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bffs&lt;/span&gt; and catching some sun! on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sa&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SifSZUkpQzI/AAAAAAAAABg/s43PmxXziGE/s1600-h/p314628-Armory_Square_Syracuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343470815359353650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SifSZUkpQzI/AAAAAAAAABg/s43PmxXziGE/s200/p314628-Armory_Square_Syracuse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turday&lt;/span&gt; they are having an annual festival called 'taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;syracuse&lt;/span&gt;'- where all the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; have tents set up with their good food - i am looking for good thin crust pizza, draft beers and some home made yummy desserts.... Kevin Bacon's band plays there every year (weird?!). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; great music as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KMN&lt;/span&gt; plans on going. fun fun fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told myself i would not share my drama today w. anyone..some days i regret discussing anything in my personal life @ work..it follows u around all day.. so here i will share it. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;insisted on coming this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wknd&lt;/span&gt;. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;adament&lt;/span&gt; about him NOT coming. just a LOT of family..no alone time...not necessary. but he plowed ahead and made golf plans w dad &amp;amp; brothers. Momma told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;g'ma&lt;/span&gt;- who then told everyone. needless to say all were very excited. most family has not seen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-France. well...guess who is now Backing Out. as of 11:30 last night. He does not have transportation...the car is in the shop &amp;amp; a friend (who's neck i want to ring) is backing out of letting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; borrow his car....anyone heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;amtrak&lt;/span&gt;...greyhound.... just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;...last thought: i think it is important for them to meet him. i changed my life for him- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. moving to France from NYC last yr...and potentially moving to Europe again. for him. I want their approval....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not showing= non-approval.......but i am determined to enjoy my weekend regardless. lets hope all my flights go out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. as i have had quite a nasty history with Jet Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SifTVaosoXI/AAAAAAAAABw/UsW55HZAiGg/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-mtv-movie-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471847779115378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SifTVaosoXI/AAAAAAAAABw/UsW55HZAiGg/s200/kristen-stewart-mtv-movie-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the meantime, i will be listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7T0nqKNEr0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Bellas Lullaby&lt;/a&gt; through out the work day..for all you twilight fans...gearing up for New Moon!!!! i just have to say, &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/tv/index.php?ptvid=015dd3a3989ed"&gt;Kristen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Stewarts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;akward&lt;/span&gt; award speech &lt;/a&gt;just really sucked me back into things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Amaazingly&lt;/span&gt; awkward &amp;amp; hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we might be the same person..minus like 50 lbs. another obsession. &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/It-Sucked-and-Then-I-Cried/Heather-B-Armstrong/e/9781416936015"&gt;"It Sucked &amp;amp; Then I Cried, How I had a Baby, A Breakdown &amp;amp; A Much Needed Margarita", &lt;/a&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGKh6lbtKQ0"&gt;Heather B. Armstrong&lt;/a&gt;, creator of dooce.com...it is a GREAT/EASY/ENJOYABLE- LAUGH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;OUTLOUD&lt;/span&gt; read..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; telling you i giggle non-stop on the Subway home.. chat soon. i hope all my 3 (!!) followers have a fab. wknd...xxxx&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/2815708234770089192-4012629107664734466?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4012629107664734466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4012629107664734466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4012629107664734466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4012629107664734466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-followers.html' title='THREE FOLLOWERS!!'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/SifSZUkpQzI/AAAAAAAAABg/s43PmxXziGE/s72-c/p314628-Armory_Square_Syracuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-1049383844678482420</id><published>2009-05-28T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:08:33.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crumbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><title type='text'>back from vacation--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;good morning. happy thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sh6aXrTdHfI/AAAAAAAAABI/huGCgbPNtLg/s1600-h/Peel_Street,_Montreal_2005-09-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340875939659980274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sh6aXrTdHfI/AAAAAAAAABI/huGCgbPNtLg/s200/Peel_Street,_Montreal_2005-09-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;back from vacation. i went up to montreal to visit the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was the PERFECT vacation. we spent a lot of time in his backyard by the pool. BBQing good food and he had fires going in the fire pit. it was very relaxing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cannot believe how much i sleep...anytime we are relaxing i would nod off on his chest. i have 2 theories about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. i am not 'fully' relaxed until we are together. it is then when i sleep HARD. we are talking heavy dreams, lines on the face sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. i was catching up on all the sleep i miss out in NYC with the 2 jobs and busy life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i believe in both excuses. :) but needless to say, we were really content with laying low and proud of ourselves. typically when i would go up there we would be in the montreal clubs every night. they are a lot of fun &amp;amp; we do enjoy the night life..but we both are at a point now where we would rather save some $ and relax. enjoy our families and friends over a camp fire vs. yelling over club music. his mom gave me these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/ca/en/catalog/products/70148084"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really cute candles from IKEA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that hang, a lil housewarming gift for my new place..but i will love them forever! so sweet of her. i couldnt think of what to bring them, so instead i picked up 'American' beer for his dad and some wine for his mom...keeps everyone happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we did go out to dinner one night w/ 2 other couples (one we are friends, the other couple were new aquiantances). and had a great time. it was 22$ per person for appetizer and meal.. but w the boys shots, and us girls and our expensive wine/dessert n coffee.. things sure did add up! but again, we thought, its nice to do now and again but it is not our cup of tea for say a wknd basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we went to his grandparents, who are from Scotland, and we had some good laughs and yummy 7 layer taco dip. we sat out on their back porch in the sun and their lilac bushes were in bloom. one of my favorite flowers.. so i was a happy girl. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was of course holed up in the house watching a hockey game. ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it was an amazing trip. the only bittersweet part was being together and then having to say our goodbyes. again. this has been 5 yrs. lots of summer trips. lots of long distance. it is hard on a girl. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;promises that the end is near. we will not have to be long distance forever. this makes me get butterflies in my belly because i want our relationship to go to the next level. more than i ever ever thoughti would. just a couple of months ago i was telling him how we are still so young and an engagement would be so chaotic..now look..i daydream of being his fiance.every.day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;also said he wants me to go with him to &lt;em&gt;Europe&lt;/em&gt; earlier than last year.. last year i went in January. Our goal this year is November/December (my goal is to celebrate Christmas together!) usually because of his season we are apart and have never woken up on Christmas morning together. The only glitch- work for me abroad. and subletting my apartment. we shall see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nothing planned for this wknd. the following wknd i am flying Upstate. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might meet me. yay!! and BFF..worlds greats hometown friends..J.H. &amp;amp; K.N. will be there too (they both live in our hometown). not to mention the hot tub and my parents boat! my brothers. and my dog!! heaven on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crumbs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;crumbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cupcake is giving away free cupcakes downstairs in my building. eek. way to sabatosh our bikini bodies folks!!! update you all soon. xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-1049383844678482420?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/1049383844678482420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=1049383844678482420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1049383844678482420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/1049383844678482420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-from-vacation.html' title='back from vacation--'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sh6aXrTdHfI/AAAAAAAAABI/huGCgbPNtLg/s72-c/Peel_Street,_Montreal_2005-09-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8932250715582527461</id><published>2009-05-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:09:08.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am not going to complain about how terrible this monday is.&lt;br /&gt;1.) i just housed a HUGE cupcake from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crumbs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CRUMBS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cupcake - now in my building! dangerous!! (i ate a cupcake called- the good guy- so i got to say, i really want a good guy)&lt;br /&gt;2.) my vacation begins on wednesday!! up to Montreal to visit the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; family!!&lt;br /&gt;3.) tonight, after my night job, i will be a very,very happy girl...i then get my "me time" that i cherish so much...to go to the gym, tanning (sorry &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is on his way back from Boston - wknd trip with the prep school boys. one of his friend's girlfriend was in the city on Friday (see me previous blog). met her for food and many, many drinks. good night had by all. although i think i blabbed about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I too much..turns out her and her bf are not so hot :\...the boys certainly had a good time..very few sober moments it seems. Momma calls these types of wknds, 'reindeer games'..they never do grow up do they!?! same wknd my Dad was in Myrtle Beach for a golfing trip with high school best friends...needless to say...i am absolutely certain i will end up with my father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;.that.is.perfect....til tuesday xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-8932250715582527461?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8932250715582527461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8932250715582527461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8932250715582527461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8932250715582527461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-monday.html' title='monday monday.'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6579361994826620697</id><published>2009-05-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:36:22.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally fridaaay</title><content type='html'>yay! as you can see (hopefully!! i hope i didnt lose any viewers as my html has completely changed), i have revamped. spring cleaning if you will. i just didnt love my last blog set up. it is still a work in progess but still..better than that mess. yick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy friday= coworkers birthday aka cupcakes!! and then to cancel out the cupcakes...my new workout pants came today! from &lt;a href="https://www.roadrunnersports.com/"&gt;road runners sports online &lt;/a&gt;. i had them to delivered to my office due to the recent unsafe status of my apartment....scroll down the posts... : [...but i digress, the pants are perfect!!!! just what i was looking for. thank God for chic runner! they were the right size (i ordered a small per the comments under the product on the site..they are stretchy and so you want them to be tight..i hate yanking at clothes while running, isnt working out hard enought!!). so saturday i will be so excited to throw them on. yippeeeee!!!! i am also excited to bring them up to montreal on vacation. P*Daisy (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Momma) is a work out instructor and we are always sharing tips on cute work out clothes.. Score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i am going shopping with co-worker Katie. we are going to a running store &amp;amp; forever21. my goal is to buy cute dresses and flowy-summery tanks for montreal vaca that can also be worn at the office! think, &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2059865298&amp;amp;Page=1#"&gt;flowery silky guaze dress&lt;/a&gt; with a blazer thrown on top... we shall see how good everything is stocked. its always touch n go there.  Kate also has a bunch of really good gift cards we may use for dinner! fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;prepschool friends girlfriend *jenny* will be here visiting with her friend. hopefully i will get to see her too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-6579361994826620697?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6579361994826620697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6579361994826620697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6579361994826620697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6579361994826620697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-fridaaay.html' title='finally fridaaay'/><author><name>katie marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670848248940145749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg3LfuUBCaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bIKE_-qqqRI/S220/n47001074_30525777_3814.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-3163179527206174795</id><published>2009-05-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:44:02.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>the definition of an amateur runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg2D077YfeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PCNKPOtsOQ8/s1600-h/2215408170_ed7e3e5d66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336066078967102946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg2D077YfeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PCNKPOtsOQ8/s320/2215408170_ed7e3e5d66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;morning blog world.&lt;br /&gt;my coworker &amp;amp; fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; (who also happens to have her own &lt;a href="http://katiedinterman.blogspot.com/"&gt;INSANELY FUNNY&lt;/a&gt; blog) were discussing our love for running focused blogs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; and i both go on runs about 4 x a week, depending on how busy our work schedules are. but we still do not think we are cool, or buff, enough to have blogs strictly for running. i applaud the girls who blog their daily run times and distances. bravo. mine are far too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minimal&lt;/span&gt; and non-impressive to include on a daily basis. i am inspired and surrounded by different categories of runners..here are some of the runners in my lives (in no particular order) who inspire me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil background info...when i was younger i was a competitive gymnast. quite the athlete. i had a 6 pack..now where did that go?!. whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; use it was to me then. but anyway, i knew early i like to work out more than the average person, far less then a marathon runner. i partook in organized sports until i graduated high school. as the freshman 15 crept up faster than i ever coule expect..i knew i need to get moving...and here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie:&lt;/strong&gt; she makes an effort to join races in D.C. and N.Y. &amp;amp; for that she gets a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; in my book. running in a race setting is completely different then a light jog. she has a running belt and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;garmin&lt;/span&gt;. tomorrow we are going to a running store together and i am sure she will totally pimp my running uniform out and therefore, inspire me to get my butt moving! she also is a member of the NY runners club- and keeps me up to date on upcoming runs through Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a college my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; running partner-- we happened to run at the same pace, keep in mind i am 5'8" and she is like what...5'2"...so she was hauling! but we enjoyed ourselves and really got bit by the running bug together. without organized sports in our lives we needed SOME outlet to burn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; and calories from late night college drinking/eating. :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AliJ&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sister &amp;amp; my very good friend. she has ALWAYS been a dedicated runner since i have known her. she runs in the freezing cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;canadian&lt;/span&gt; winters and in the sweltering heat of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;montreal&lt;/span&gt; summers. she has completed her first marathon. she counts calories, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take days off, and really follows the mantra, "your body is a temple, train accordingly". she is a huge inspiration...to all of us who choose reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; over a 15 mile run...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicrunner.com/"&gt;chic runner &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://danielleruns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;danielle&lt;/span&gt; runs&lt;/a&gt;. i love hearing about your racing experiences. shuddering about the painful side effects and laughing when i know EXACTLY where your coming from. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;danielle's&lt;/span&gt; post about gagging over fast good smells mid-race on a busy street. been there. smelled that. no thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yooou&lt;/span&gt;. chic runner- taught me about this running &lt;a href="https://www.roadrunnersports.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. nothing like new snazzy gear to get excited about hitting the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to you all for getting my butt in gear...i will be poolside in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;montreal&lt;/span&gt; before i know it (eek!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-3163179527206174795?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/3163179527206174795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=3163179527206174795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3163179527206174795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/3163179527206174795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-amateur-runner.html' title='the definition of an amateur runner'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FeWs3rPNLLA/Sg2D077YfeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PCNKPOtsOQ8/s72-c/2215408170_ed7e3e5d66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4209589412937016828</id><published>2009-05-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:02:05.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame Cathedral'/><title type='text'>holding these proverbs close to me today. x</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335332729960740578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/Sgro2Z_TNuI/AAAAAAAAACc/KFwmIWUKJLQ/s200/n47001074_31309452_3315.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"trust in the Lord with all your heart, &amp;amp; lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight" 3:5-6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"commit to the Lord whatever you do, &amp;amp; your plans will succeed" 16:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; not sure what passage this is. but i keep it in my blackberry under 'notes'. i refer to it whenever i need to. :) it gives me strength in busy NYC to push on :) &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;be strong and courageous, do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your GOD goes with you, he will never leave you or forsake you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - this was particularly helpful after my apartment was broken into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lastly, here is a picture from our trip to Paris, the Notre Dame Cathedral. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is not confirmed and has long stated he is for the "golden rules" but is not Catholic nor religious. He does not attend church...unless my family makes him. However, we were both blown away by the Cathedral and the vast number of paintings of the Crucifixion and Mary in the Louvre..such a long history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In France the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; began asking where my confidence comes from about religion and how I am so sure. Basically, for proof. I know he needed some 'science-based' answers. We spoke about stigmata and the bleeding tears of Catholic statues. I told him my personal anecodote..when visiting Momma's parents in Florida- the image of Mary appeared on a bank. Scientists tested and tested but could not explain any reason on how the image appeared. It had a look of the rainbow prism, every color accounted for and outlining the famous image. I was probably 12. But I still remember this huge glass building in front of me. If you Google..the pic still will come up. I choose not to post it because these are just my anecodotes. I do not mean to preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hkyplayer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;then asked how my Momma would take questions if he confided in her.&lt;strong&gt; *&lt;/strong&gt;She was my religion teacher, an avid church volunteer, and my mentor when it comes to religion. Of course- she would love discussing with him and was thrilled he was open to it all, but I digress, the following morning, I did a quick search of stigmata pics in case he wanted to see them. I waited for him to ask me. He did..and of course, he was blown away. Regardless, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; follows the Commandments without even knowing them by heart. He treats others the way he would like to be treated, looks for the good in others and is the most trust worthy, compassionate man. I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; get married in a Catholic church, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; continue to expand my religious path and &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;raise my children in the Catholic church. I hope that I can help provide some education if he wants it. But I love him just the way he is! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parents sure did a fantastic job with my boy. Cannot wait to see them all on May 21st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Wednesday. xx&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/2815708234770089192-4209589412937016828?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4209589412937016828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4209589412937016828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4209589412937016828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4209589412937016828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/holding-these-proverbs-close-to-me.html' title='holding these proverbs close to me today. x'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/Sgro2Z_TNuI/AAAAAAAAACc/KFwmIWUKJLQ/s72-c/n47001074_31309452_3315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4734046207729656262</id><published>2009-05-12T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:04:40.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating tuesday workouts. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/Sgnr811ogKI/AAAAAAAAACU/6HoT9KV2_uA/s1600-h/800px-Astoria_fruit_market%20Queens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335054664073773218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/Sgnr811ogKI/AAAAAAAAACU/6HoT9KV2_uA/s320/800px-Astoria_fruit_market%2520Queens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hiii! quizzes are not real posts.&lt;br /&gt;every tuesday i wake up ecstatic for my day. i work at the night job on sunday &amp;amp; monday so tuesday-is my first 'me day' of the week. i am going to the gym directly after work and i am SIKED! &lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;i bought new headphones at Apple for runners. $30..just to find them on RunnersWorld online for $8. rats! gotta hunt down that receipt. another reason for the excitement...free tanning &amp;amp; the gym :x dont tell my Momma. today we had a co. (catered) staff meeting....gotta go burn off THREE sugar cookies. Yes. Three. sick. for dinner i will make something my body will thank me for i promise..tuna. no mayo. for some after workout protein. i may even drink soy milk instead of wine. i only have white wine so really not a big sacrifice there. i believe in a lil bit of everything and for cheating every day on the diet some how or another..either with alcohol or a sweet treat. life is too short. and when i try to limit myself i over-indulge. i am not a genius. but it works for me. it is a mathmatical formula in my head. how many calories in, how many are your burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i am trying to think of a pic to slap on this blog. i hate when blogs have no pics and i love when they have a looot of pics. i guess i am visual. i dont want to read essays so to speak of people's day. i need images folks. so i will return the favor. here is a pic of the walk to my gym!! i always want to stop at this lil market (just produce!) but never carry cash and it seems like the migrant workers who picked the produce this morning are the same ones on register. :) least thats what i tell myself!!! enjoy your evenings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.k.m.n. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4734046207729656262?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4734046207729656262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4734046207729656262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4734046207729656262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4734046207729656262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrating-tuesday-workouts.html' title='celebrating tuesday workouts. :)'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/Sgnr811ogKI/AAAAAAAAACU/6HoT9KV2_uA/s72-c/800px-Astoria_fruit_market%2520Queens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-8925363451483266411</id><published>2009-05-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pop quiz.</title><content type='html'>i have been obsessed with these quizzes since I was what- 13 years old. but i am bringing them back a.) to keep the ball rolling b.) to help familiarize my blog-viewers with moi.&lt;br /&gt;welcome. and enjoy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT OBSESSION- new workout clothes! shopping online for upcoming vacation, and the new housewives of NJ premire tonight! TRASH TV @ it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;WEIRDEST OBSESSION-Salads with cranberrys and pine nuts&lt;br /&gt;WEARING TODAY- Target poka-dot dress, blk &amp;amp; gold belt &amp;amp; trusty black tights&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE COMFORT FOOD- good coffee, fountain soda &amp;amp; swedish fish&lt;br /&gt;YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN TO: FRENCH!&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU BOUGHT- New running tights to inspire longer workouts :)&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW - Band of Horses, "No Ones Gonna Love You" on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE WEATHER- Summer Days with minimial humidity&lt;br /&gt;MOST CHALLENGING THING RIGHT NOW- missing my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; working lots.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHERE TO LIVE- give me fun in the sun and my toes in the sand and I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;WANT IN YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW - the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!:) &amp;amp; lotsa $$$&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TO GET RID OF- negative energy. jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHERE FOR AN HOUR- Montreal, watch episodes of LOST &amp;amp; nap on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGE TO LEARN- See above! FRENCH. necessary!!&lt;br /&gt;MEET IN PERSON- the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's sister, Ali J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She is far far away&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC- All. But indie-girly music&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE CLOTHING OWNED- skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;DREAM JOB- I am pretty close to living it.&lt;br /&gt;$100 TO SPEND ON - Sundresses! will be this wknd!!&lt;br /&gt;PET-PEEVE- Sneezing, sniffiling, licking fingers &amp;amp; bragging. eek eek eek.&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU ADMIRE- My Momma. She is the greatest. Raised 3 kids. Worked all the way through and is such a great partner to my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL STYLE- Classic. Girly/Preppy&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE BEAUTY PRODUCT- Sephora Brand Make Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-8925363451483266411?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/8925363451483266411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=8925363451483266411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8925363451483266411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/8925363451483266411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/pop-quiz.html' title='pop quiz.'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4661539186928423256</id><published>2009-05-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>positive vibes.</title><content type='html'>ordering running attire online. it is well deserved. and positive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per &lt;a href="http://danielleruns.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-05-04T10%3A39%3A00-04%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;Danielle Runs &lt;/a&gt;(wow it brightened my day!) i enjoy outdoor running ALWAYS. but now have become more of an indoor runner....  but thank you Danielle for being so inspiring...blisters and all! bought these &lt;a href="http://www.roadrunnersports.com/rrs/products/RRL1027/"&gt;lil guys &lt;/a&gt;today- cannot wait for them to come!! perfect for summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully before my upcoming vaca in Montreal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;momma (P*Daisy) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is an aerobics instructor. so love to impress her with my cute hang out/work out attire. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4661539186928423256?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4661539186928423256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4661539186928423256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4661539186928423256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4661539186928423256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/positive-vibes.html' title='positive vibes.'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6576962838918756220</id><published>2009-05-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lock it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SggrliTVLWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ivp0ozxlqv0/s1600-h/my+boy..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334561682483391842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SggrliTVLWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ivp0ozxlqv0/s320/my+boy..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have been dreading writing this blog for a couple days now. but life goes on. maybe it will be a lesson to all the girls out there in their little studios... i will try to make this minimally depressing.  i live in a studio apartment. it is pre-war, with a new bathroom &amp;amp; kitchen. aka. it is perfect. i live alone. and enjoy every minute of it. i like learning how to be on my own.... with this in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came home thursday evening from a long day spent at work and then a nice workout at the gym. *i had been gone from 7:30 am- 10:00 pm. .....needless to say, my door was wide open. i peered in and sure enough, the place was torn apart..but done so in a meticulous way. ie. all my receipts put on piles, pictures in piles, and here is the kicker, my jewelry (which is always tangled up), was laid out perfectly on my futon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called my Mom, the cops and Janel *bff who lives close by. the cops came, about an hour later. they were incredibly good looking, go figure. and proceeded to hit on my bff janel &amp;amp; i. perfect right?!!?! come oN! find the criminals. take fingerprints! but once they heard electronics were safe (my laptop and tv) they were pretty much over the whole investigation portion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we discovered the losers took every prescription i own, and OTC drugs. ie. cough syrup, lactate medicine.. (weird?!) and my digital camera. i had pictures from france on that fricking camera. never printed them out. so now i will have to see if i can order them online? ohh the frustration. on a positive note. i sleep soundly. and i still do love my place. but really. i am bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my landlord installed all new keys and locks. and bars inside the windows. Mom &amp;amp; Dad want to install ADT security but we shall see. basically, it just makes me think more or less, why do i choose to be independent when i could be living with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and basically having my own body guard. but i do know this time is important, it allows me to be thankful for when he and i are together..and when i am folding clothes and wiping dirty noses i will know i did it once by myself..&amp;amp; family &amp;amp; love beats out being alone and doing things your way. BY FAR. so Europe here we come..last year I went in January.. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; takes flight August 1. I wonder how long i will last in the states....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a picture from france, that was taken with the camera (RIP) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on to bigger &amp;amp; better things. will.not.let.this.get.me.down.&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/2815708234770089192-6576962838918756220?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6576962838918756220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6576962838918756220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6576962838918756220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6576962838918756220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/lock-it-up.html' title='lock it up!'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SggrliTVLWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ivp0ozxlqv0/s72-c/my+boy..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6850563773672929812</id><published>2009-05-08T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isaiah 41:10</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...so do not fear, f&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;or i am with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;do not be dismayed for i am your God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will strenthen you &amp;amp; help you; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will uphold you with my righteous right hand'....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-6850563773672929812?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6850563773672929812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6850563773672929812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6850563773672929812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6850563773672929812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/isaiah-4110.html' title='isaiah 41:10'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-4533430880610773045</id><published>2009-05-07T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes, Quizzes, Quizzes...</title><content type='html'>... It is another rainy day. So here is my early morning post. Well kind of a post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Am Looking Forward To:&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend poolside in Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Boating and Family the first wknd in June&lt;br /&gt;Youngest Bro's High School Graduation&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be this season&lt;br /&gt;The weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, it has rained for about a week straight now&lt;br /&gt;Sushi date with Janel, long over due&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for upcoming wknd trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Apple store on 5th Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Actually left the building for lunch, Qdoba with Kate&lt;br /&gt;Slept thru my alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;Watched bad MTV&lt;br /&gt;Against my better judgement, walked home from the gym&lt;br /&gt;Read the latest issue of Esquire, as torture, because Megan Fox was on the cover&lt;br /&gt;Cooked turkey meatballs for Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could do:&lt;br /&gt;Speak French&lt;br /&gt;Cook every single night&lt;br /&gt;Be in 3 places at once&lt;br /&gt;Get through the morning without coffee&lt;br /&gt;Run for an hour on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;Go into stores without buying a thing&lt;br /&gt;Telaporte&lt;br /&gt;Have a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;Real Housewives of NYC&lt;br /&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning America&lt;br /&gt;Keeping Up With the Kardashains&lt;br /&gt;E! News&lt;br /&gt;American Idol (the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hky player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and his team mates sucked me in)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ray&lt;br /&gt;if I am home: The View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Fruits:&lt;br /&gt;Oranges&lt;br /&gt;Grapes&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple&lt;br /&gt;Apples&lt;br /&gt;Bananas&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Places I’d Like to Travel To:&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere tropical with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Columbia to visit the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sister&lt;br /&gt;Montreal *yay 2 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC to be with the college bff&lt;br /&gt;Cape Cod, relive childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Australia (minus the flight because I could telaporte :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Places I’ve Lived:&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;Hoboken&lt;br /&gt;Queens&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;- Covered Bridge Apts.&lt;br /&gt;- Blackwood Drive&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Time...&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up? The Happily Ever After ending&lt;br /&gt;03) What talent do you wish you had? Anything musical. I have Zero talent in that department&lt;br /&gt;04) If I bought you a drink what would it be? French wine&lt;br /&gt;05) Favorite vegetable? Cucumbers. (pickels!)&lt;br /&gt;06) What was the last book you read? Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;07) What zodiac sign are you? Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where. Pleading the 5th&lt;br /&gt;09) Worst Habit? Ruining a manicure, wanting sweets after a meal&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride? No. especially because I am in the city aka, no car!&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport? Hockey :)&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? Optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? SPAZ. and call 911&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you? I don't believe it has happened yet. Nothing to complain about!&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you. I read my horoscope every morning, as well as close friends and family, txt them when I think they might be relevant&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets? Family dog, Lefty. I miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly? I would be shocked. Just moved and not too many people know the new place just yet. But if I liked you Id offer wine and some good reality tv.&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Scary. always have.&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? Oh the list I could write. Just 'tightening' :)&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? I can be both&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have? Green&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested? No&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda? Fountain is the best&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? Pay off debt! And college loans and then vacation with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;before he is off to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang out? in front of a movie on the couch with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on my parents boat, with my best girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts? ...only the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? relax, as spare time is rare, shop, good meals with my bffs&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot? No&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve? sniffiling, people licking their fingers&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself? Considerate&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance? I appreciate AND believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-4533430880610773045?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/4533430880610773045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=4533430880610773045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4533430880610773045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/4533430880610773045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/quizzes-quizzes-quizzes.html' title='Quizzes, Quizzes, Quizzes...'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7186157493729210514</id><published>2009-05-06T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday whoa is me's...</title><content type='html'>i woke up to the sound of my neighbors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shuffling&lt;/span&gt; around. this might not seem like any big news ... but here is the thing. i have never heard them before. not once. oh wait!! maybe because i woke up when i typically am already in commute to work.. turned off the alarm mid-dream and next thing i know, an hour has passed. so throw the hair and a bun and all black outfit. go. i tried to remain positive until i realized, the subway cut off one of my favorite part of the mornings. i just love how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-recorded woman's voice says 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; avenue. it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of mine. for some reason, today it was cut off. me being me, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;superstitiously&lt;/span&gt; thought- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; oh today is not going to be a bright spot in my life... another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;superstition&lt;/span&gt;, i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; will be a nothing-day because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; is going to be chaotic. oh right. jinx yourself why don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the office i was informed that &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;, my vacation will&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; be allowed. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt;. was requested over a month ago. it is over memorial day, up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his lovely family. the family i have not seen since July 2008. not because i am a terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;, but because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is abroad, MIA, gone, absent, etc. August 1- April 1. my poor 'MIL' had been waiting for this trip for ages, just yesterday she told me, while I was in Duane Reed buying trail mix, 'i cannot wait until my house is full again.' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;welp&lt;/span&gt; there goes that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hky&lt;/span&gt; player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has no idea the trip was cancelled, sleeps in until at least noon....my company does tend to cancel my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wknds&lt;/span&gt;, holidays and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;vacas&lt;/span&gt;...nothing new here. nature of the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my year review, 3 months past due. i WILL bring up the vacation. and i WILL bring up all of the holidays i DID work....more to come...reminisce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now counting down until a possible early happy hour at lunch. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes please&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-7186157493729210514?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7186157493729210514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7186157493729210514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7186157493729210514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7186157493729210514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-whoa-is-me.html' title='wednesday whoa is me&amp;#39;s...'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6091965917795282672</id><published>2009-05-05T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real housewives of new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>King of Queens (?!!).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SgCTEGVURBI/AAAAAAAAACE/19ZR0hgtV1Y/s1600-h/Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332423657435448338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SgCTEGVURBI/AAAAAAAAACE/19ZR0hgtV1Y/s320/Brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see! toldya- more updates. here we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIKED &lt;/strong&gt;for the season finale of &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/the-real-housewives-of-new-york-city/videos/charitable-feuds"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RHONYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. you know, &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/the-real-housewives-of-new-york-city/videos/charitable-feuds"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;real housewives of new york city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. the girls in the office all love bethenny. last episode she won me over. i am over the countess. mainly because she called her daughter's hands paws. yeesh. the co-workin' gfs say they are going to a Betheny book signing tonight in the city..but all the rain puts a damper on things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FORWARD&lt;/strong&gt; to doing laundry. well anxious. very first time i am doing laundry in the public realm. eek. some how or another i always got away with having washer n dryers 'in house'. even in france we did. I enjoy laundry. scratch that. i enjoy all parts minus the putting away. i am brainstorming better storage possibilites as we speak aka as i type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST &amp;amp; GREATEST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;King of Queens ?!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Middle Bro. called. He asked if he can stay w. me this summer, possible engineering co-op in the city. First I txt fwd the txt to Momma. She is in Chicago at a work convention so until later on her thoughts, and then I called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He is for it. and said, just as long as Middle Bro knows, this is my life. Your here. No Judging. And go with the flow. Basically, I am a work-aholic that likes my fair share of wine on the wknds... then I started thinking...I DO have a free guest pass per day @ my gym, he is like me, needs a daily workout to be sane. and I DO have a new futon.... and wow. my bro. he is good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the Middle Bro in a nutshell.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is Smart:&lt;/strong&gt; Mechnical Engineering Major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is Sentimental:&lt;/strong&gt; He txts about our parents gifts weeks if not months before and ALWAYS comes through with great ideas for a good price. I love getting gifts from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is Handsome:&lt;/strong&gt; Turns heads. I hate to admit it, people always thinking we are dating. Yeesh. Older woman, ie. grandmas and my moms friends hit on him. He is just charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom line:&lt;/strong&gt; In some ways we are the same, in others, so different. Youngest Bro balances us all out perfectly. But I am looking forward to spending time together. How fun. AND random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2815708234770089192-6091965917795282672?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6091965917795282672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6091965917795282672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6091965917795282672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6091965917795282672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/king-of-queens.html' title='King of Queens (?!!).'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SgCTEGVURBI/AAAAAAAAACE/19ZR0hgtV1Y/s72-c/Brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-7283435245555776003</id><published>2009-05-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>bloggin' about bloggin'</title><content type='html'>there are a million things going on right now. but instead i wanna take a moment &amp;amp; let everyone know where this blog is headed. i started following my first blog &lt;a href="http://chitlinsandcamembert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chitlins &amp;amp; Camembert &lt;/a&gt;last winter. yes, i work in PR, but typically not in the consumer-friendly side. but for some reason or another i was researching mommy blogs. &amp;amp; BAM here pops up Amy's site. it was the SAME wk. my company informed me they would allow me to work remotely from Tours, France while the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ..well duh...played professional hky. he had moved there august 1st....i was not arriving until january 15th. this was long over due. SIX MONTHS. a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is fabulous. in a nutshell. AND my mentor. here she is. socially awkward amongst the french woman, raising two gorgeous children in the french countryside. i would read her blog several times a day before departing for france as a reminder that 1.) i can be American and be o.k. in france. 2.) my Lord it is not easy to raise children--let alone while teaching them 2 Languages... it was the first time I ever brainstormed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should back up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I met in college, he is from Montreal Q.C. originally. So French has always been a part of our lives. No, I do not speak a lick of it. Yes, I have tried. We have been together for 5 yrs. and i do pick up things here and there. Ok back on task, &lt;a href="http://chitlinsandcamembert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chitlins &amp;amp; Camembert &lt;/a&gt;provided me with confidence and entertainment. it allowed me to visualize myself emersed in the French culture while staying close to my roots. (Amy did the whole NYC living thing prior to France too.)...HE works in mysterious ways doesnt he?! All this from a google search in the workplace...Ok. so anyway. My life is not normal. Long distance is not easy. NYC living is not easy. Paying $1100 a month for your very own studio (yay!) not easy. Being away from your family (Mom, Dad &amp;amp; 2 Amazing Bro's + Lefty *dog) is not easy. But blogging about it helps. And hearing other stories helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love blogs about new mommy's, newlywed's. I live vicariously thru you all, for I pray each day the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; i will get to share those life moments together. I look forward to hearing about all your funny anecdotes and sharing my own. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download of the day: City, Sara Bareillas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-7283435245555776003?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/7283435245555776003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=7283435245555776003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7283435245555776003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/7283435245555776003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloggin-about-bloggin.html' title='bloggin&amp;#39; about bloggin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-246272245419294749</id><published>2009-05-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:02:01.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>taking a big bite out of the big apple. again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SgBawSMXNDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lLd38SwvHts/s1600-h/~8804791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332361744370578482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SgBawSMXNDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lLd38SwvHts/s320/~8804791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi all. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the whole french countryside blogging did not go as planned. to say the least. but in my defense, my PR co. offered to have me work part time from our lil apartment. and part time shortly changed to full time. next thing i knew i was a full time PR associate, trophy wife and maid. in that exact order. another reason for my non-blogging blog...the hockey player &amp;amp; i were obsessed. any free time was spent together. honeymoon phase. and second, after long hours on my crummy laptop the last thing i wanted was to be online typing away about random french tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had an amazing time.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- GREAT Weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got to go on runs DAILY. (aka I was balanced). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Work went well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I LOVED our lil apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- met some great girl friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- he played VERY well &amp;amp; was injury free...come to think of it..my klutz tendencies caused me to be the more injured of the 2..shocking.. i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- he &amp;amp; I got in ONE (basically) fight...in Paris...the most romantic city?! I think not..paris is not my thang. grey. not a lota culture. but thats just me. maybe some day i will be in luv. so far montreal still has a strong hold on my heart...in the genre of favorite all time cities.. says the girl who lives in NYC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &amp;amp; the whole thing solidified hey..we like each other STILL. after 5 yrs and off and on the long distance..we are still going strong. For the next chapter, I am back in NYC...after glancing over my previous blogs, who would of thunk'it. but I am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;New&lt;/strong&gt; apartment :) :) this charming pre-war studio in Astoria. (will update pics)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;New&lt;/strong&gt; job, Night job that is, hostess at Uncle Jacks, a very Uptown (Midtown) Steak House in the City... drains the life out of me but takes away the guilt of over-spending on the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...it is that whole saying of hitting yourself with a hammer (?!) because it feels so good when you stop... my life is complete shit Sunday &amp;amp; Monday..but Tuesday morning feels like Christmas morning every week. Because that is when I only work 1 job. :) we shall see how long this lasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;New &lt;/strong&gt;work out regiment (a very lax program currently..yeesh)...I now belong to a gym, quite different from my morning runs by my lil French countryside lake. It is a young gym. It is a busy gym. It has fat mirrors. again... lets see how this goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much to write. I must save info for future blogs. But I am back on board. If even ONE person gets the joy out of the blogs I read daily..then I am a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;Gbyes for Now.. Back Shortly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! xx&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/2815708234770089192-246272245419294749?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/246272245419294749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=246272245419294749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/246272245419294749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/246272245419294749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-big-bite-out-of-big-apple-again.html' title='taking a big bite out of the big apple. again.'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/SgBawSMXNDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lLd38SwvHts/s72-c/~8804791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-2324785456060527146</id><published>2008-12-09T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:07:13.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>ups &amp; downs of the thermometer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/ST6jWKqAQ9I/AAAAAAAAABI/18DTMFabwto/s1600-h/080917_Haven_094.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835414537782226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/ST6jWKqAQ9I/AAAAAAAAABI/18DTMFabwto/s320/080917_Haven_094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in nyc it was roughly 7 degrees yesterday &amp;amp; is expected to reach 59 degrees (F) tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;along with the temperature outside...mine has been fluctuating as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...fighting off a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am a believer in superstitions &amp;amp; that all things are linked. when one is stressed/'life transitioning' ....then here comes the sickness. ...&amp;amp; bad skin. at least in my un-glam world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;work is still sorting out what to do with me. hey are being very supportive while trying to figure out how long i can be employed...as of now, december 19 is my very last day in the office...i will work from home until i fly out on january 13. i included a pic of kate &amp;amp; i...my coworker who has helped with every step of the transition across the ocean. :) the &lt;em&gt;hkyplayer&lt;/em&gt; is finalizing his holiday plans..some team mates are off to barcelona while others are off to prague. the longer he waits the more expensive flights are. barcelona is an option because there is a great 'football' game he wants to see. prague- because everything would be so cheap. i sure hope he figures it out.... i do not want to have a broken heart on christmas morning.. thinking of my boy all alone on such a special day... hugs and cold medicine... kmn.&lt;/span&gt; &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/2815708234770089192-2324785456060527146?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/2324785456060527146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=2324785456060527146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2324785456060527146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/2324785456060527146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2008/12/ups-downs-of-thermometer.html' title='ups &amp;amp; downs of the thermometer...'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/ST6jWKqAQ9I/AAAAAAAAABI/18DTMFabwto/s72-c/080917_Haven_094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-219349568160307441</id><published>2008-12-03T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:13:32.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoboken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>the goodbyes begin--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STc8bGGU3TI/AAAAAAAAABA/Qm4V2y7wmhM/s1600-h/rockefeller-led-nw-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275751924679105842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STc8bGGU3TI/AAAAAAAAABA/Qm4V2y7wmhM/s320/rockefeller-led-nw-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i watch the tree lighting ceremony in rockefeller center..i thought it would be nice to jot a quick love note to the city.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i will &lt;em&gt;surely&lt;/em&gt; not miss-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. subway transfers/cancellations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 50% of a paycheck going to rent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. not being always being able to wear the heels of my choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. the homeless that have dogs with them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 12 hour work days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. being the only girl without a  puppy/toddler/husband on the weekends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. grocery shopping at convience stores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 12$ shots of jose cuervo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. feeling extremly lonely amongst 17 million people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i am&lt;em&gt; sadly&lt;/em&gt; leaving behind-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. my coworkers..the best ones a girl could ask for..minus dwight shrute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. runs along the hudson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. penn station &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ny style pizza..ordered at 4am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. using the empire state building as a compass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. fashion ave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. hooters off broadway (dont order clams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. any magazine i could ever want..weeklies, monthly-fashion/fitness/political...for free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. sephora on every corner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. $1 drafts at green rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. celebrity spotting &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2815708234770089192-219349568160307441?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/219349568160307441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=219349568160307441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/219349568160307441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/219349568160307441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbyes-begin.html' title='the goodbyes begin--'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STc8bGGU3TI/AAAAAAAAABA/Qm4V2y7wmhM/s72-c/rockefeller-led-nw-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815708234770089192.post-6340753789868428313</id><published>2008-12-02T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:04:07.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Losing my Blogging Innocence-</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275304516319491602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWlggE8thI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0mY3DHw8pRU/s320/n47001074_30967596_6718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here goes nothing . today is the big day. my first blog.&lt;br /&gt;i recently read a blog that i could not get enough of... &amp;amp; thought. hear goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i figured it should go along with the new year- '09-- here we come.&lt;br /&gt;a new blog also goes along with a new chapter in life...&lt;br /&gt;hears to the big switcharoo...'off broadway'- headed to the french countryside... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i figured what better to keep me busy than a blog. and a library card..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh, &amp;amp; a gym membership to keep off the weight from the wine &amp;amp; cheese... more to come. plz stay tuned, i am a beginner &amp;amp; will get better in time. xx.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/2815708234770089192-6340753789868428313?l=katiemarie10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/feeds/6340753789868428313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2815708234770089192&amp;postID=6340753789868428313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6340753789868428313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815708234770089192/posts/default/6340753789868428313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemarie10.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-my-blogging-innocence.html' title='Losing my Blogging Innocence-'/><author><name>Katie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913255520338389234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWgLSGNPNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_wiyQf5UI8/S220/n47003365_30062148_1096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRLfK4Q-hO4/STWlggE8thI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0mY3DHw8pRU/s72-c/n47001074_30967596_6718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
