tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34648175249921187672024-02-21T09:34:18.589-08:00Kate's blogKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-15343168279240945282010-12-12T14:22:00.000-08:002010-12-13T07:44:02.333-08:00Rockin' at the Winter Wonderjam 2010Last night my good friend Amy and I headed down to Tucson for the Winter Wonderjam concert. After listening to an iPod full of music from the ar tiss who were playing during my trip to Anaheim last week, I was excited to see (and hear) them live. The bill included Chrinsntina Perri, Ryan Starr, Ingrid Michaelson, the Plain White Tees and Sarah Bareilles.<br /><br />92.9 "the Mountain" made a good choice to open the show with Christina Perri. Her haunting and powerfil voice started it off with a bang, which carried throughot the concert. Her first hit "Jar of Hearts" is on the radio everywhere, and I'm sure the world will hear a lot more of her very soon. Amy and I quickly got in line to buy her EP and get her autograph. I told her that I would try to fit one of her songs onto my wedding playlist, but since most of them are broken- hearted messages and she begins recording her new album in January, her songs passing final selection is unlikely. Oh well. I will listen to them while im working out or something.<br /><br />Ryan. Starr was okay. I felt like I'd seen him before. But he does have a spot on the P.S. I Love You soundtrack, so he scored points anywah.<br /><br />Ingrid Michaelson was the best act of the night. If you haven't heard of her before, you've probably heard her music somewhere. Her songs are pkayed on Old Navy and Apple commercials. She has an awesome stage presence- so funny and endearing. In a moment of hilarity she shared with us that she recently had her toe nail removed - and that she kept it. Out of context - gross, but it was funny at the concert.<div><br /></div><div>Has anyone noticed that the bass guitarist for the Plain White Tees looks like a young Zack Galakinakis? I kept looking for his satchel.</div><div><br /></div><div>And of course, Sarah Bareilles was awesome. She has an upbeat way of sharing her attitude and breaking bad news. I love it!</div><div><br /></div><div>The more concerts I go to, the more I think I was a groupie in another life...</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-30249383757929230182010-12-07T12:28:00.000-08:002010-12-07T12:39:47.893-08:00Engagement<p class="MsoNormal"><s>It was a dark and stormy night.<o:p></o:p></s></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was perfect!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Here’s What You Need to Know</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul><li>I am getting married to my favorite person, Matt Hubbard.</li><li>He proposed in Disneyland in front of Sleeping Beauty’s castle (and my whole family)</li><li>I will be on cloud 9 until further notice</li></ul><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Our Engagement Story<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">The Lead-In<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Last week, I headed to Anaheim for a vacation with my family at the Magic Kingdom.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was fun to see my nephews enjoy the park and to spend time with my parents, my brother and my sister-in-law.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Disneyland during the holiday season is fantastic!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It really felt like Christmas was all around.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When I met up with them, my family had already been in Disneyland for 2 days.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Originally, I thought that I had 2 days left at the resort, but then found that I had an extra 2 days with my 4 day pass.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Despite being the happiest place on earth, Disneyland is place best experienced with someone else.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Since my family was leaving on Saturday morning, I called up matt to see if he wanted to spend the day with me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">The Coordination<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Little did I know, Matt was on his way to the Diamond district in Los Angeles with his mom to pick out an engagement ring. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>His plan was to propose in the ensuing weeks, having taken my dad’s number from my phone and asking for his blessing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It didn’t work out that way.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When I called Matt, he said that he had to work the next day, but that he would try and work something out.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(He really did need to work and he really had to move things around.)<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>For those who do not know Matt, he does not like crowds.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When the park got crowded a few hours later, I called him to let him know.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>To my surprise, he didn’t mind.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(He was picking out the ring at that moment.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Around 3pm, my family had just sat down to lunch at Denny’s when matt called.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He could make it!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He said he would be in Anaheim around 12pm, and that he needed a place to stay.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He asked that I hand the phone to my dad for hotel advice.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Right there, with my dad sitting across the table from me, Matt explained the situation, told my dad the original plan and asked for his blessing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">From Matt’s end, the line was silent.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Then my dad created the perfect phrase that simultaneously<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>answered the affirmative and gave nothing away to his daughter, who was a foot away and completely clueless.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dad came up with a random excuse to leave the table.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Matt and dad then proceeded to orchestrate a series of events that dad would later deem “not difficult, because it was impossible”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Proposal</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After three days straight of long activity, I was exhausted.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I went to the hotel to get a few hours of sleep so that I could spend time with Matt when he got into town.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When I woke up, plans had changed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We were meeting at Sleeping Beauty’s castle at 7:30 to take a family picture.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Since we are not often all in the same place, this is not uncommon during family gatherings.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I re-did my makeup and dressed warmly for the night.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I think everyone in L.A. came to Disneyland that night.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Main Street USA was packed, and as we negotiated the strollers and my nephews through the crowds, music played and it started snowing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>For the record, Disneyland is a magical place.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We found a discouraging surprise when the castle was roped off, and we were informed that we could take pictures in two hours.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I asked my family what we were doing next.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By this time, they already knew what was going on.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Collectively, they said “Umm…I dunno.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">All of a sudden, Matt was there!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And his mom!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And then, a staff member came up to the other side of the rope and asked if we were ready.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“For what?” I asked.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Matt escorted me to the other side of the rope and proposed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Time slowed down and sped up at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My heart raced and my ears buzzed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In front of at least 10,000 people, the love of my life wanted to spend his life with me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgmTWOoZ9P77JVZyQH-Dr5g6C_HocrPEAm-aVYaOuVSaPYQgesujt7BLUVNgAgeqBE35AODXOATOGrGYqxcmAkeMVu6UIila4jR2lJYRvny2cBudDD10knFWbuagsz4voCCVoHQb-uAlu/s1600/ps_2010_12_05___16_24_23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgmTWOoZ9P77JVZyQH-Dr5g6C_HocrPEAm-aVYaOuVSaPYQgesujt7BLUVNgAgeqBE35AODXOATOGrGYqxcmAkeMVu6UIila4jR2lJYRvny2cBudDD10knFWbuagsz4voCCVoHQb-uAlu/s320/ps_2010_12_05___16_24_23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548041076105143362" /></a><br /><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m a wordy person, but in these moments <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>my brain just doesn’t work.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I think I said yes, but I really don’t remember….in essence, I said something to that effect.</p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBp1D2YDwTBjgOM1OzoEAqbPU4UhQJmq5HheZr4j3fW0Ujey3qKHSIxuqoK8w0u7gYiyOFA-RECrWhpsjh7Za7o68j-DTO4IdnvlzxaE66ysPEQVVZPrEIr97QUb7GsUN6_ForLsnf1YmK/s1600/ps_2010_12_05___16_28_39.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBp1D2YDwTBjgOM1OzoEAqbPU4UhQJmq5HheZr4j3fW0Ujey3qKHSIxuqoK8w0u7gYiyOFA-RECrWhpsjh7Za7o68j-DTO4IdnvlzxaE66ysPEQVVZPrEIr97QUb7GsUN6_ForLsnf1YmK/s320/ps_2010_12_05___16_28_39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548042361421620706" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">I am so grateful that everything worked out the way it did.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Matt and I are so happy, and we have a great story.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I’m glad my family (especially my dad) was involved.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My ring is exactly what I wanted (and what Matt wanted too).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The Lathrop family is small, but strong and Matt will be a robust and happy addition.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I hope I have the same effect on matt’s family as well. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I could gush forever.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>For now, I’m signing out.</p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-91610186453633057992010-07-21T14:28:00.001-07:002010-07-21T14:42:16.000-07:00What A Year!So obviously I forgot I had a blog.<br /><br />Whoops.<br /><br />But you didn't miss much. All in all, I would prefer if this year was a blank entry. Had I written, you probably would have quickly tired of my negativity.<br /><br />But everything is coming together now. I have to be proud of myself for getting through it all (and give lots of credit to Matt Hubbard, who saw me at my ugliest).<br /><br />Though this summer is exhaustingly hot, I have a lot to be grateful for:<br /><br /><ul><li>My new nephew Bryson</li><li>Matt's neice Lark, and soon-to-be-born nephew Orion</li><li>An unofficial offer for a writing job</li><li>A new zeal for writing</li><li>A great trip to San Francisco</li><li>My amazing boyfriend</li><li>My fantastic roommate</li><li>Supportive friends and</li><li>My family, who never ever gives up on me</li></ul><p> </p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-43781763861182463032009-07-12T21:38:00.000-07:002009-07-12T21:45:32.300-07:00A Nice DayAbout every 6 months or so, I take a day and do absolutely nothing. I'm usually pretty active, and a full day of unconscious bliss doesn't sound appealing. Occasionally however, the option to not answer to anyone or exert any effort toward anything; to recharge is the most appealing. Aside from a small efforts of Jenn and Alice to wake me, I remained in bed and asleep for most of the day. Tomorrow I will be back on my feet and living life. Until then, it's a lazy day.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-45957767683647229942009-07-03T10:08:00.001-07:002009-07-03T10:22:01.083-07:00PetsmartXerxes and I went to Petsmart yesterday, which was a far more crazy experience than I thought it would be. We hopped in the car, and it was a normal ride until we pulled into the parking lot. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IykOcEhsH0JcqOt02ZayklAnOecpSx1JOtiQzEw_OLCh7IypEa3ZK6SfsmVeuVTgctczsTKrRWfDz2R74f3stTz1yxXJp46nvtBawDtlWB2PlnCztXDzemg46HD8Kw9lJrua2hTUzLY4/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IykOcEhsH0JcqOt02ZayklAnOecpSx1JOtiQzEw_OLCh7IypEa3ZK6SfsmVeuVTgctczsTKrRWfDz2R74f3stTz1yxXJp46nvtBawDtlWB2PlnCztXDzemg46HD8Kw9lJrua2hTUzLY4/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354283318776438754" /></a><br /><br /><br />From that point on he was pretty much jumping out of his skin. We got 2 toys: 1 long blue squishy squeaky dog, and a rattley scrunched up dog. He likes them both, but the blue one is his favorite.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcmFl10oR6vIwcG_T_MPnfeaRr1NZl2CTS-H8RUUqkCAc7CaIdToqjvjN_HdFaIB6cwvLkj5GEPYphgYggugBJd1sNQC9878dKuzAI-FYg2ciW2rxkAOvTSKqLAToFDNQlXREvyZGypHP/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcmFl10oR6vIwcG_T_MPnfeaRr1NZl2CTS-H8RUUqkCAc7CaIdToqjvjN_HdFaIB6cwvLkj5GEPYphgYggugBJd1sNQC9878dKuzAI-FYg2ciW2rxkAOvTSKqLAToFDNQlXREvyZGypHP/s320/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354283555601387682" /></a><br /><br />I know he can't wait for Kennie and Aubree to get home, but I'm trying to be the best dog sitter ever. (And I promise, if I ever get a dog of my own, I will not put so many pics on my blog.)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-51117495719763497762009-07-02T21:37:00.000-07:002009-07-02T21:54:48.442-07:00BerxerxesWe're getting along great - me 'n Zerk. He goes nuts sometimes...when we see another person...when along dog is around...at 8am...when I get home from work...at 9PM...at 10PM...<br /><br />He's funny when he plays.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0GNyPOuktffAgCX0ORCv_ayr9fSFsBwlggnx7ahVccIhk1fSdde9PVVa1xx7Gd0o1cQkk39FKxtid8rxkcw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />And he got a new toy from Jenn. Crustacean! Say with a french accent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1nHJq8Lt80rJUcMSn0Zom2A7H2yXf22dFH6riuCG5taS1oHDKgdCxCf0KFT_5f4aeswpA0QfscRie2uvylVKLg9VwwOday7oxUZdWzmVS1aLcG99-Q254RBYKLesdpnQInXhecBRx24X/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1nHJq8Lt80rJUcMSn0Zom2A7H2yXf22dFH6riuCG5taS1oHDKgdCxCf0KFT_5f4aeswpA0QfscRie2uvylVKLg9VwwOday7oxUZdWzmVS1aLcG99-Q254RBYKLesdpnQInXhecBRx24X/s320/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354090295962582482" border="0"></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-85671862883603137672009-06-27T15:42:00.000-07:002009-06-27T16:27:43.599-07:00House 'n DogI've come to the conclusion that life just doesn't slow down. I used to have a full day every week or so to recoup, organize: do what I wanted. Once I graduated from college, life gained momentum and now It's like a rock rolling down a hill, gaining speed momentum and excitement. On average I'm going from 5am to 10pm and then I crash.<br /><br />As an update (I've been absent lately)<br />- I'm trying to lose 30 pounds<br />- working a lot<br />- busy all the time<br /><br />Now for the adventure this week:<br /><br />I'm housesitting for Kennie and Aubrey while they vacation in Oregon. It's a long drive from my place, but it's close to work and I get to play with Xerxes, their spunky dog.<br /><br />I just got here a few hours ago and took some pics. When I got him to somewhat sit still.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVK7Lp3n0zaugyVg52ZsvCcWLvky6ybkqXx-Tv4R_J-1BEBEgyV0PgkRzUmI6jSmL-OfrC3_gw-FfCAzRb6IICiujyFDaR_-mFtWoDdbCDKQtxH7fckI9SMlUbqsDG0q46HXYNGIV2HOT/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVK7Lp3n0zaugyVg52ZsvCcWLvky6ybkqXx-Tv4R_J-1BEBEgyV0PgkRzUmI6jSmL-OfrC3_gw-FfCAzRb6IICiujyFDaR_-mFtWoDdbCDKQtxH7fckI9SMlUbqsDG0q46HXYNGIV2HOT/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352151302115552818" /></a><br /><br /><br />I think he was happy to see me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5QBjVvm73527uniZgZnStxGOzavp-tBX7YMJJw5VsgB60RP8H4UhXll9wZAscfB3OczW475lAOkIGQFtx6LvClPqqy3qet3qKqKIsfALuEmVwUHz27T_AR92jZwvTH34n1T5RajmKRGC/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5QBjVvm73527uniZgZnStxGOzavp-tBX7YMJJw5VsgB60RP8H4UhXll9wZAscfB3OczW475lAOkIGQFtx6LvClPqqy3qet3qKqKIsfALuEmVwUHz27T_AR92jZwvTH34n1T5RajmKRGC/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152181323287010" /></a><br /><br />Sitting did the trick. He is a very photogenic boy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKVdT88Nf5hNEuFAufPjgjI3kCDsNjE-yhWsmfdlRac6SjYvQ1D_w1aQk_jSi2bgLDcgsYp3qlp176MHVdcVtHHXVV_qoZPIyPrG2E3s3RHDi0P2Qv3thSDf__BLxLia7dvWxS0eTR65b/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKVdT88Nf5hNEuFAufPjgjI3kCDsNjE-yhWsmfdlRac6SjYvQ1D_w1aQk_jSi2bgLDcgsYp3qlp176MHVdcVtHHXVV_qoZPIyPrG2E3s3RHDi0P2Qv3thSDf__BLxLia7dvWxS0eTR65b/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152781601398482" /></a><br /><br />This will be fun!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-8045191425896468482009-05-04T21:32:00.001-07:002009-05-04T21:32:01.704-07:00Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTQ5Nzg3MzkwNiZwdD*xMjQxNDk3OTA4MzkxJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89YTdiZWNmNDVkNzY4NGQzMTllMDk4YzUyZjc3MTI5MGQmb2Y9MA==.gif" /><a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/R/storage/site1/files/41/71/12/417112_3274344f0cff94x6nwhi19.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" ></a><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >Family tree</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy" >Genealogy</a> - <a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrities" >Celebrity</a> - <a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage" >Collage</a> - <a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph" >Morph</a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-61668255503567832152009-04-15T19:13:00.000-07:002009-05-01T14:18:55.206-07:00Loco RoccoI have found a yummy nut.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghieRTl4mSXjPmDCoc53YTy7pje97xIxGuv4jGnfJtFiAB8qowMdFVtGtJ6Te3PGYq0d92DFXnAiqodRH6mgmNykZ5xwTHToPZQE2vxAZ6NiYOmTm_046pt9GO9gg8kjxy74yUF1JyHzXY/s1600-h/locoroco2-ps3.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghieRTl4mSXjPmDCoc53YTy7pje97xIxGuv4jGnfJtFiAB8qowMdFVtGtJ6Te3PGYq0d92DFXnAiqodRH6mgmNykZ5xwTHToPZQE2vxAZ6NiYOmTm_046pt9GO9gg8kjxy74yUF1JyHzXY/s320/locoroco2-ps3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968014130330306" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/locoroco/">Loco Roco2</a> is the most cheerful video game I have ever played. Made for the PSP, the main feature of the game is to tilt the screen from side to side using the bumpers. This allows you, a smiling little adorable jello- ball- thing, to roll and bounce across each level, collecting more balls and making yourself bigger. <br /><br />The one game where getting fatter gets you points. <br /><br />In tight spots, you can separate into single parts (if you have 5 of yourself, then you will have 5 little jello balls.)<br /><br />Pick your own Loco Roco, I'm playing with the Kulche- or Energetic Youngster. I am the hero of the Mui Mui, and the worst nightmare of the Bui Bui. (Exactly the same except the good guys are black and the bad guys are red.)<br /><br />Yes - even the least suspecting video game character has enemies. While the cheerful music plays, you need to worry about avoidig shapr objects and getting away from unfriendly things that will eat one of you, like the black spider Moja, and the Gigi. Play on (and in) the over-sized penguin, Domingo- Popo. Ram against black clouds.<br /><br />And the best part: following along with the songs. The game is Japanese, but all the songs are in a gibberish language that makes no sense and makes you feel silly. It reminds me of being six at Girl Scout camp.<br /><br />When I beat this game, I wanted to play again.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-74818973858588818152009-04-02T09:39:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:05:35.221-07:00Ferducious Car!A long time ago, there was a show I watched called "Young Hercules", featuring Ryan Gosling as Hercules. He travelled around mythical ancient Greece with his friends and occaisionally had to go to school, taught by a Centaur Ferducious. <br /><br />fantastic + righteous = ferducious<br /><br />My friend Lindsi and I picked it up as a catch word.<br /><br />And yesterday I saw a ferducious car in my apartment parking lot.<br /><br />Check it out<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vdlYXEiIqnff1o2KrCI1mFDubL6ZkrkdE5f-OHLuOZv2m9KU7XWMkwJ-QkXiVqQsOH0jkflVrHeR5awtqGx_yM83DbrP9Gm3kiG7UGuxEVh-cVTSvn-bpjUMcF350x5DDcZtfIrXBU93/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vdlYXEiIqnff1o2KrCI1mFDubL6ZkrkdE5f-OHLuOZv2m9KU7XWMkwJ-QkXiVqQsOH0jkflVrHeR5awtqGx_yM83DbrP9Gm3kiG7UGuxEVh-cVTSvn-bpjUMcF350x5DDcZtfIrXBU93/s200/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320137043156530738" /></a><br /><br />Apparently they like Billy Idol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zFPp599wbvAisaFdYuUG0CKT-Mzbg5c6kxX0FbS319Q8rcrdwt0e49xbRSUSMEM5V0XN7cKtDdXZFDu9q3h_uKvx-xZWnnBLWBYOtIlOuaKo2rY3uqPnnxLLb5pz4gErzrmw6s4Npr_B/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zFPp599wbvAisaFdYuUG0CKT-Mzbg5c6kxX0FbS319Q8rcrdwt0e49xbRSUSMEM5V0XN7cKtDdXZFDu9q3h_uKvx-xZWnnBLWBYOtIlOuaKo2rY3uqPnnxLLb5pz4gErzrmw6s4Npr_B/s200/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140242627069426" /></a><br /><br />Excuse my shadow<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDM87Q_8-0ANy6rOfKwY02Oun0cCkU4YiB7qLNiAuBsNXPPpq0UIzLxN_hJfbJijPKE6IUdNEMKNRRdgyDfuyLs0je8-LTbL-mdfuvYboX-Hg_hyO8F05MgilPB97P3CqsxgfvSZW8fn9g/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDM87Q_8-0ANy6rOfKwY02Oun0cCkU4YiB7qLNiAuBsNXPPpq0UIzLxN_hJfbJijPKE6IUdNEMKNRRdgyDfuyLs0je8-LTbL-mdfuvYboX-Hg_hyO8F05MgilPB97P3CqsxgfvSZW8fn9g/s200/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140753223490354" /></a><br /><br /><br />And my favorite part: the Moose on the hood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxfQr880coN1odT6NaXpRnaq7JR6JCSm-8XVD3wc5SYixW-9Lcv9e58CXr-R3Po0dE79iFjnp1bgj-kWH0QO51IfUYs2yW9bgm5319rIG8MfF32eAvakh7Un9aOCDatHUfDeYAfDvXS7V/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxfQr880coN1odT6NaXpRnaq7JR6JCSm-8XVD3wc5SYixW-9Lcv9e58CXr-R3Po0dE79iFjnp1bgj-kWH0QO51IfUYs2yW9bgm5319rIG8MfF32eAvakh7Un9aOCDatHUfDeYAfDvXS7V/s200/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140998202285890" /></a><br /><br />Closer up<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmFXxBDTkW-XM6P2JRbYljmjbu8LWLouncMpSWvo75GSLhAzuHSedxpKP7IyLdJ9KQ-ISdjumW4M3i0adUXtSXJx2wPt5J_l0_kutBao1P5yjD5YU3GJl0Mi6EZUuZc2yDnhiFadxgvS_/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmFXxBDTkW-XM6P2JRbYljmjbu8LWLouncMpSWvo75GSLhAzuHSedxpKP7IyLdJ9KQ-ISdjumW4M3i0adUXtSXJx2wPt5J_l0_kutBao1P5yjD5YU3GJl0Mi6EZUuZc2yDnhiFadxgvS_/s200/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141227366371698" /></a><br /><br />Whoever owns this car, you're awesome. <br /><br />Whoever painted this car, you're more awesome.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-9001645865328111022009-04-01T22:42:00.000-07:002009-04-01T22:57:57.836-07:00I believed himAs I was rushing around my apartment getting ready for a Thornbirds extravaganza with Jenn (yup- she's back in town!), and I get a text.<br /><br />"I broke my leg"<br /><br />From my boyfriend.<br /><br />How worried was I? He works at a gym for little kids. How is he supposed to work? I texted and texted and I wasn't getting a response. Shortly after I left his sister a worried voicemail, did the thought come that I was getting April fooled.<br /><br />I didn't know whether to be worried or good naturedly pissed.<br /><br />Then he texted that he was at the ER and that he couldn't have his phone. He didn't tell me where he was or if I could come help.<br /><br />For the next two hours, Jenn and I continued our descent into forbidden love melodrama...<br /><br />and Matt had me going on this horrible April fools joke. <br /><br />It wasn't long after he texted that Holly had dropped him off at the hospital that she called me.<br /><br />"Did Matt April Fools you?" HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!<br /><br />Dang it.<br /><br />He called five minutes later.<br /><br />"Ironic that it would happen today, huh?" He sounded sad. Down in the dumps.<br /><br />"Matt, Holly just called me." (I caught you, you dip.)<br /><br />"Crap"<br /><br />Good job Matt!! You had me going!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-69460613310279382712009-04-01T16:44:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:52:44.040-07:00Busy is buzzin, bored is dangerousAn occasional lazy day is a nice treat, but when I'm not ripe for one, I will go crazy. I have discovered that being bored to tears is not just a saying. For me, it's an emotional state. I work hard to increase the irregularity of these episodes, but especially after school ending, I have a lot more time on my hands. It really makes me crazy.<br /><br />You know it's bad when you play tetris for hours just to fill the time. <br /><br />Or read two books in one weekend and regret that you were not doing something else. Reading is my favorite activity.<br /><br />Or organize your iTunes because it makes you feel like you are doing something constructive. <br /><br />In other words, do busy work when you don't have to. I don't cherish these times. I would rather be talking to people, driving around town...catching up on things I need to do.<br /><br />My solution to this problem is to plan for the weekend. (With Jen back in town, this should be easier.) I should also get some hobbies. What do you think? Cooking? Hiking? Painting?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-56374067865130637942009-03-27T14:55:00.001-07:002009-03-27T15:17:00.014-07:00What Guys Think?While girls seem to value their wedding day as a penultimate event in their lives, (socialization, of course being a culprit in this mindset), guys seem to disvalue the day just as much. In guys math<br /><br />marriage = death<br /><br />At least social death. Most guys point out the advantages of marriage.<br /><br />I always hated the guys in movies who viewed their role as groom- to- be, husband, and father as a pain. I didn't understand until recently. <br /><br />Yes- I am a girl and I want all the matrimonial gushiness, but I want to have fun in the meantime. Yes, logistics sucks sometimes (I don't live with my boyfriend), but freedom and fun rules.<br /><br />What helped me to understand this? The part of The Lion King where they sing "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" Pumba and Timon sing their version at the end of the song and burst into tears.<br /><br />Simba, Pumba and Timon have been having fun in their bachelor pad jungle, and in comes Nala, who physically attacks Pumba and takes Simba away. If I was Timon or Pumba I wouldn't be happy either. How dare she beat me up and take my friend away? Then Nala tells Simba he needs to reclaim his gone- to- waste kingdom. In other words: leave paradise and re populate the flora and fauna of an entire Savana. Yeah- not fun. <br /><br />But on the other hand- he does get to roar and have the lionesses get food for him- so how bad can it be in the end?<br /><br />Here's my glimpse of understanding, guys.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-58974856848460969272009-03-24T11:20:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:28:45.940-07:00Mind you, I live in a crappy apartment complexThere is a family of six living across the way from me. Six people crammed into a two bedroom apartment. The parent sit outside and smoke at night. <br /><br />So when I come home at night, I have to walk by them. I say hello and stuff. Sometimes I'll stay and talk. <br /><br />And sometimes they say hello back and want to talk. Other times they just stare. SUper creepy. I thought maybe they had brain damage or didn't want to talk. But after nine months of doing this, I realized that the times that they didn't respond were when they were tweaking.<br /><br />That explains why their kids wear rags and they are always late on rent. And why they need food stamps.<br /><br />I wasn't surprised once I figured it out. I'm more embarrassed that I'm so sheltered.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-28929049583005706992009-03-23T09:37:00.001-07:002009-03-23T09:54:08.704-07:00Hangover 24<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRTJubCRrbfEy_pEAFPz2CfrCW16YNVIlYUJQnZzVCWJscMBWwOjwpSCapxWaNloxOS8J3HIxEVy4epQ8EltgyjNOzmbLvFCb0Ke0ImN1-jgtb04L43MJnTB0uFdSabnGHgFM2Qmfp39N/s1600-h/key_art_24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 91px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRTJubCRrbfEy_pEAFPz2CfrCW16YNVIlYUJQnZzVCWJscMBWwOjwpSCapxWaNloxOS8J3HIxEVy4epQ8EltgyjNOzmbLvFCb0Ke0ImN1-jgtb04L43MJnTB0uFdSabnGHgFM2Qmfp39N/s200/key_art_24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316427494991807122" /></a><br />I've always loved stories for their characters.<br /><br />If you're an awesome character (be you good or evil), I will love you until the end. The end of the book, or the movie, or the end of the TV series.<br /><br />Some of my favorites are Scarlet O'Hara, Darth Vader, Serena Van der Woodsen, and Jack Bauer.<br /><br /><br />Unfortunately the last of these is why I feel like crap today. 24 is entralling, and exhausting. There's no cut- off between episodes, you just keep watching. <a href="http://lathropenator.blogspot.com/2009/01/glued.html">You don't mess with Jack Bauer.</a> But when you watch him for 11 hours in one day, he definitely messes with you.<br /><br /><br /><br />I will go home tonight and watch more until season 5 is done. (I started season 1 in January). Until then, I'm working, and my head hurts and my stomach feels weird (but clean) because I got carried away eating grapefruit while I watched yesterday. Overall, I am lethargic and all I want to do is find out what happens next. <br /><br />Jack Bauer, I love you, but<br /><br />DAMN IT!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-51461574930749546532009-03-19T09:57:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:08:15.868-07:00Dozer!Matt's brother Bridger just got a puppy on Sunday. The cutest Bloodhound in the world! Dozer! (Or Doser- not quite sure.) Here's a pic of him with Holly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0Am-mEqf4-ItemZFekQ5GKGgt1wd5tVMy2JQdAH_dvTgZS61Q5XYWQ93ViLsrDr_HhXcbtU4AScWVuAAfP9bVtQjtl_UTrvSzTDv8zqdHW99tEkFJFjb85OGM7lw8zQN-VcREX4sWf1x/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0Am-mEqf4-ItemZFekQ5GKGgt1wd5tVMy2JQdAH_dvTgZS61Q5XYWQ93ViLsrDr_HhXcbtU4AScWVuAAfP9bVtQjtl_UTrvSzTDv8zqdHW99tEkFJFjb85OGM7lw8zQN-VcREX4sWf1x/s400/DSC00952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944925544776130" border="0"></a><br /><br />And here's a video. That's Matt's voice in the background.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQFNznEsniKOnaXDe--nYqJ9kBDseKcGQlac45gEfR4M-ff6qLtg1WNCto_grm53atKNABN8WMbBFyVgIpCg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-30235553599168209342009-03-18T20:15:00.000-07:002009-03-18T20:44:04.304-07:00Pretty but...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJp4Nf42N_zyk4M1VNpFEJ4c3xkbiHu_Mdhcv1V-taeDKB8kSLJ85xECpEx-s3a6ouPZzNp0KmmtcjeV30p1XI9S0lgXqCQZUfGrXcKbFuMD-5xYVz1Ja0sngcLcwqbo9XbZv-km75a_Om/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJp4Nf42N_zyk4M1VNpFEJ4c3xkbiHu_Mdhcv1V-taeDKB8kSLJ85xECpEx-s3a6ouPZzNp0KmmtcjeV30p1XI9S0lgXqCQZUfGrXcKbFuMD-5xYVz1Ja0sngcLcwqbo9XbZv-km75a_Om/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314739514251280034" /></a><br />One thing I don't understand: decorative pillows. Chic- definitely. Useful and comfortable- not usually. <br /><br />I look at pillows like this and I love the designs. I think: when I am in charge of decorations, I will accent my furniture perfectly.<br /><br />But when I come home and throw myself on the sofa for a night of TV.<br /><br />Or cozy into a couch corner for a day of reading.<br /><br />Or situate myself for a productive day of work at home.<br /><br />Decorative pillows just don't do it. <br /><br />So awesome, I don't want to get them dirty or mis-shapen (not a good move for the puppies I want in the future).<br /><br />So awkwardly shaped that they befuddle all cuddling.<br /><br />I would either avoid them or remove them when I needed to use the furniture. <br /><br />Yet they remain a temptation for their general brightness and completion of theme.<br /><br />A great addition and a pain in the butt. <br /><br />And I love the pillows featured.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-48859522702591894412009-02-13T20:30:00.000-08:002009-02-13T20:38:16.425-08:00Slumdog MillionaireThis was the best movie I have seen in a long time! Loved it! Can't wait to see it again!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-50622555312747832822009-02-05T12:28:00.000-08:002009-02-05T12:39:06.286-08:00Here's what I think about YOU, Stephen KingYou're awesome!<br /><br />I'm reading the third book in the Dark Tower Series, "The Waste Lands". I was skeptical of the series at first, just because it was written by Stephen King and I thought it would be scary, but it is really good! Roland's world in "The Dark Tower" series is very intriguing, and it's mixed with different times of ours. The characters are so true and the descriptions and words King uses are pinpoint perfect.<br /><br />It was late and I was getting a little reading in before bed and I ran into a word. Didn't know it. Looked it up in the dictionary. Not in dictionary. Stephen King is a genius!<br /><br />Also, King and I share a common viewpoint. Stephanie Meyer can't write. (Come on. Stab me through the heart, Twilight fans.) Twilight was interesting, and I liked it right after I read it, and everything after that was soap opera crazy. Check out Evil Beet Gossip to see the direct quote from King. <br /><br />If Stephen King says it, it's good for me, he's earned the right to say that someone's a bad writer.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-76076688962090213642009-02-04T11:02:00.001-08:002009-02-04T11:07:28.998-08:00Does not ComputeSadly, my computer has broken, and must send it to CA to have it fixed. I won't go into the details, but I hope it will be okay. My blog entries will be less frequent while my computer has surgery, which could take a few weeks.<br /><br />I'm writing this at <a href="http://www.rocketmediastudios.com">ROCKET MEDIA</a> right now on my lunch break.<br /><br />Here's the good news: I'm going to be writing blogs for <a href="http://www.rocketmediastudios.com">ROCKET MEDIA</a>! Yay!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-26872936831395992132009-01-28T21:59:00.000-08:002009-01-28T22:18:59.122-08:00Interesting?....Or AWESOME- ting?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5A9zUUo28WBegMJfEhJj-v1r7jiC9RP2hn5dM-B13_Ph7ErnI38s4BtjzypDzNYhFZHd_Q0ass0umDCL16v7saf1LEXYWjhm1Tx2VnAKY5Cs0c8-PP_gDyI926W-30MJxVXPmLd59iHx/s1600-h/i_love_blogging.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5A9zUUo28WBegMJfEhJj-v1r7jiC9RP2hn5dM-B13_Ph7ErnI38s4BtjzypDzNYhFZHd_Q0ass0umDCL16v7saf1LEXYWjhm1Tx2VnAKY5Cs0c8-PP_gDyI926W-30MJxVXPmLd59iHx/s400/i_love_blogging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296595562101899634" /></a><br /><br /><br />Web logging, or blogging, as it more popularly called, is a growing art. <br /><br />What once was the world of online journals, and then the place for writers to show off their talent, and then a place to celebrate the daily short message, picture, or video; is now being used by businesses. Everyone who is anyone has a blog. Even if they don't USE it, they still have a PLACE for it on their website.<br /><br />I spent the past hour and a half reading my subscribed blogs (hooray for RSS feeds!), and checking out new blogs (and adding them to the RSS feed). I strongly believe that in order to become a stronger, better writer, you need to READ. <br /><br />Multiple writers.<br /><br />Multiple genres.<br /><br />Multiple subjects.<br /><br />Multiple media.<br /><br />And blogs are one of my favorite media to read...and write.<br /><br />I was so quiet for the past hour that Matt kept asking what I was doing. I usually am doing whatever I'm doing, and partially paying attention to his video game. I'm sure it was out of the ordinary when he didn't hear a peep from me.<br /><br />I tried to explain blogging to him, but he doesn't get it. Oh well. You can't love everything. <br /><br />Here's the thing. I was doing more than having fun. I was finding blogs that would help me at my new job at <a href="www.rocketmediastudios.com">Rocket Media</a>! I was bettering myself! I was learning!<br /><br />So in this ironic blog- about- blogging, I reaffirm my love of the Blogosphere.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-10393592476707521692009-01-24T12:53:00.001-08:002009-01-24T13:00:08.041-08:00Gran TorinoThe only thing that would have made <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1205489/">Gran Torino </a>a better movie would be to have been IN a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Torino">Ford Torino </a>while watching it at the Drive- In last night.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000142/">Clint Eastwood </a>is such an awesome badass! It was like if <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Bauer">Jack Bauer </a>was 80. You just don't mess with men like that! <br /><br />My roommate and i laighed and cried and loved it!<br /><br />Funny? Yes! Meaningful? Yes! Would I see it again? Yes!<br /><br />I recommend this one.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-25117039673529222192009-01-24T12:23:00.000-08:002009-01-24T13:01:08.861-08:00OD on OJ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWxdIgJBaALkt3evea5ouXDjh-hd25w3eqyI8WS7ZcxEWXay84Qgq0SRLJ7z5KaCbgdVJ0G0DYlZuN45xRZqzZdkUqWmu5bCRshdwcKeMsFGTo-5NPUtNFw655KpBCo3grkQ5FSIO9XeP/s1600-h/Oranges_and_juice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWxdIgJBaALkt3evea5ouXDjh-hd25w3eqyI8WS7ZcxEWXay84Qgq0SRLJ7z5KaCbgdVJ0G0DYlZuN45xRZqzZdkUqWmu5bCRshdwcKeMsFGTo-5NPUtNFw655KpBCo3grkQ5FSIO9XeP/s320/Oranges_and_juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965206575748114" /></a><br />For the past few days, <a href="http://www.tropicana.com/">Tropicana</a> has been my best friend. Somehow it managed to nurse me through a coughing, sniffing, blurging, pill- popping altogether miserable cold. I have emerged from my convalescence to return to work today. (I thought I would die of boredom).<br /><br />I have made a few conclusions about colds:<br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/">Battlestar Galactica</a> is bad to watch while having a cold. It's an already depressing show. (My apologies to BSG lovers, I've given it three attempts and an honest effort. I'm halfway through season 2.5, and I'm done.) So it doesn't help an already depressed immune system. I switched on <a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/">How I Met Your Mother</a>, and it made me feel a lot better.<br /><br />2. Life is better when you pretend you don't have a cold. Go about your daily business and schedule time for naps.<br /><br />3. Don't drink milk while having a cold. <br /><br />4. OJ is good!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-75710657642931759432009-01-17T23:18:00.000-08:002009-01-17T23:25:42.670-08:00Movie ReviewTo be social, I went to see <a href="http://www.paulblartmallcop.com/">Paul Blart, Mall Cop</a>. Funny, Yes. Dumb, Yes. Meaningful, No. Will I see it again? No way. <br /><br />I need to make a rubric for movie ratingsKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464817524992118767.post-21884328386121066002009-01-16T20:55:00.001-08:002009-01-16T21:22:28.702-08:00Had to try it!<a href="http://sparkleandoats.blogspot.com/">Aubrey</a> was my roommate for two years, so I definitely thought this was awesome when I saw it on her blog!<br /><br />1. Put Your iTunes/iPod on shuffle<br />2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.<br />3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!<br />4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.<br />5. Tag at least 10 friends.<br />6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.<br /><br /><br />If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?<br />Poker Face- Lady Gaga<br />(Yeah- I'm totally unreadable...psych!)<br /><br /><br />How would you describe yourself?<br />Represent, Cuba- Orishas<br />(I do have some spice to myself) <br /><br /><br />What do you like in a guy/girl?<br />So Long, Farewell- The Sound of Music<br />(I must like it when they're not around. I do like being around Matt, but I DO love my autonomy.)<br /><br /><br />How do you feel today?<br />Stuck on You- Stacie Orrico<br />(I am stuck on this survey.)<br /><br /><br />What is your life’s purpose?<br />Wish I- Jem<br />(I do keep wanting things I don't have.)<br /><br /><br />What is your motto?<br />Play That Funky Music White Boy- James Brown<br />(LOLOL! I'm the whitest person ever!)<br /><br />What do your friends think of you?<br />Can't Stop Loving You<br />Van Halen<br />(Aww.)<br /><br /><br />What do you think of your parents?<br />Same Direction- Hoobastank<br />(They definitely think along the same lines. At one point in my teen years I thought they shared a brain.)<br /><br /><br />What do you think about very often?<br />Anytime- Kelly Clarkson<br />(It's a love song. I do think about Matt a lot.)<br /><br /><br />What is 2 + 2?<br />Thanks for the Memories- Fall Out Boy<br />(Yeah, the memories of when I had to take math in school.)<br /><br /><br />What do you think of your best friend?<br />Lift Me Higher- Poets of the Fall<br />(My best friends make me a better person.)<br /><br /><br />What do you think of the person you like?<br />Upside Down- jack Johnson<br />(He is a little wonky somtimes.)<br /><br />What is your life story?<br />A New Day Has Come- Celine Dion<br />Yup. Especially lately. Lots of opportunities. Just have to get through the tough spots.)<br /><br /><br />What do you want to be when you grow up?<br />The Warmth- Incubus<br />(Whatever that means. Maybe my writing is hot or something.)<br /><br /><br />What do you think of when you see the person you like?<br />Breathe- Anna Nalick<br />(1.5 years and he takes my breath away. Cheesy.)<br /><br />What will you dance to at your wedding?<br />Believe- Disturbed<br />(I will have a hardcore wedding.)<br /><br /><br />What will they play at your funeral?<br />Take me Home Country Road- IZ<br />(This version of "Take me Home Country Road" talks about Hawaii. Sweet! I'm gonna have the afterlife in Hawaii!)<br /><br /><br />What is your hobby/interest?<br />Irish Drinking Songs- from Boondock Saints<br />(Matt is Irish.)<br /><br /><br />What is your biggest fear?<br />This is How We Do It- Montell Jordan<br />(How about having to dance to this song in front of lots of people. I dance in my car, but that's it.)<br /><br /><br />What is your biggest secret?<br />Boys Are Back In Town- Thin Lizzy<br />(I'm not clever enough to connect this one to my life.)<br /><br /><br />What do you think of your friends?<br />My Love- Justin Timberlake<br />(Ain't No One Who Can Take Your Spot, friends.)<br /><br /><br />What will you post this as?<br />My Girl- The Temptations<br />(Not Really, I like the title I made up)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12968508015830055133noreply@blogger.com0