<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294</id><updated>2009-11-04T19:38:00.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>636</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-9111125250277633652</id><published>2009-11-04T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:38:00.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness!</title><content type='html'>I found the cutest site EVER! It's called &lt;a href="http://www.zooborns.com/"&gt;Zoo Borns&lt;/a&gt; and I found this picture there. (I hope they don't mind I borrowed it, since I did put a linky poo to it and all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNwU2JytACE/SvHKvfL29YI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YxZLFqJ4bQc/s1600-h/toocuteforwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNwU2JytACE/SvHKvfL29YI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YxZLFqJ4bQc/s320/toocuteforwords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400320345367836034" 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/11884294-9111125250277633652?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/9111125250277633652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=9111125250277633652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/9111125250277633652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/9111125250277633652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNwU2JytACE/SvHKvfL29YI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YxZLFqJ4bQc/s72-c/toocuteforwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-1893913121772025106</id><published>2009-10-26T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:13:37.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where Nathan Fillion is awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/KMNNDfaVGKmXd6g2TyYzfA"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/KMNNDfaVGKmXd6g2TyYzfA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-1893913121772025106?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1893913121772025106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=1893913121772025106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1893913121772025106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1893913121772025106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-nathan-fillion-is-awesome.html' title='The one where Nathan Fillion is awesome!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-3948076367925744506</id><published>2009-10-25T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:13:04.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was the 5K I signed up for.  The top woman was 28 years old, chip time 20:34.  In my age group I was 135 of 194 women.    My chip time 35:45, gun time 36:03.  Considering I am less than three years from the next age group I think that's pretty good.  We must also consider that a year ago I would have dropped dead halfway through.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-3948076367925744506?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3948076367925744506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=3948076367925744506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/3948076367925744506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/3948076367925744506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-2871103643924918822</id><published>2009-10-20T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:13:00.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>I am trying very hard with my patience lately.  I have a ton of Christmas crafts on sale on my Etsy and Artfire accounts. (See sidebar, refresh for more artfire choices.)   I only put them up over the last couple of weeks, and it is only October, but I want something to sell!  My luck, it will all sell at the same time. LoL  I'm hoping things start going soon though, I wanted to use the money for Christmas, or at least little B's birthday (weeks after Christmas).  I was using this to distract me from other things I can't do anything about only now this is frustrating me too. hehe.  Ok, on to finding other things to frustrate me in order to forget about the things already frustrating me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-2871103643924918822?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2871103643924918822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=2871103643924918822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/2871103643924918822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/2871103643924918822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/impatience.html' title='Impatience'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-5226694853442893762</id><published>2009-10-11T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:09:14.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is closer than you think!</title><content type='html'>Holiday wreaths, unique gifts, and holiday ornaments coming soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 8px; text-align: center; width: 125px; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://kateyes.artfire.com/"&gt;KatEyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://kateyes.artfire.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;" src="http://static.artfire.com/images/promote/holiday2.jpg" height="250" width="125" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.artfire.com/modules.php?name=gift_hub"&gt;Unique Gifts&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/11884294-5226694853442893762?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5226694853442893762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=5226694853442893762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/5226694853442893762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/5226694853442893762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/christmas-is-closer-than-you-think.html' title='Christmas is closer than you think!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-4361771291368742850</id><published>2009-10-09T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:47:00.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Shit</title><content type='html'>My ex swore two months ago he'd start paying me at the beginning of the month.  But he went to the Philippines and spent all his settlement money.  And it turns out he was laid off!  They were going to take him back but didn't.  So now he has no child support.  A smart person would have put aside money in case that happened.  Did he?  Hell fucking no.  He doesn't care that our rent was due 8 days ago.  He doesn't care that I can't wait til the end of the month to pay rent or that my utilities and phone are due soon too.  After all the girls insurance and child care is paid and I buy groceries, there isn't much left of my paycheck.  They depend on his child support and he doesn't give a damn.  I'm so fucking mad and stressed!!!  I am trying to sell some stuff but I just don't know what I'm going to do.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-4361771291368742850?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4361771291368742850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=4361771291368742850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4361771291368742850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4361771291368742850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-shit.html' title='Stupid Shit'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-5121864904232682127</id><published>2009-10-09T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:00:01.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Friday</title><content type='html'>*Note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry in motion = Making up a dirty limerick while driving to text your sick bf in order to cheer him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this last Monday.  Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Dirty words involved in said limerick below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Dirty Limerick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a chick from Nantucket.&lt;br /&gt;Who's ass made men want to fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;So she started a line,&lt;br /&gt;Said one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;And for extra she would suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-5121864904232682127?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5121864904232682127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=5121864904232682127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/5121864904232682127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/5121864904232682127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiction-friday_09.html' title='Fiction Friday'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-4261324297245970298</id><published>2009-10-02T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:13:04.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merging Paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Only what the other&lt;br /&gt;chooses to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a future&lt;br /&gt;for the two of us?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years from today,&lt;br /&gt;will we be more,&lt;br /&gt;the same or nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives cross paths&lt;br /&gt;merge and split.&lt;br /&gt;How long will we share a path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A younger woman&lt;br /&gt;would swear FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;I know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing is forever.&lt;br /&gt;I take one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And cherish our moments shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-4261324297245970298?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4261324297245970298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=4261324297245970298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4261324297245970298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4261324297245970298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiction-friday.html' title='Fiction Friday'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-9114341270253925720</id><published>2009-09-19T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:51:43.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 8px; text-align: center; width: 125px; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://kateyes.artfire.com/"&gt;KatEyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://kateyes.artfire.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;" src="http://artfire.com/images/promote/holiday5.jpg" height="250" width="125" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.artfire.com/modules.php?name=gift_hub"&gt;Unique Gifts&lt;/a&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/11884294-9114341270253925720?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/9114341270253925720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=9114341270253925720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/9114341270253925720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/9114341270253925720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/09/kateyes-unique-gifts.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-1667528322445644104</id><published>2009-09-18T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:28:00.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch ch ch changes</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about changes today.  And how things seem to be always in motion.  Just four years ago I had not even met some of the people that are most important to me right now.  I was a suburbanite SUV driving housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even say that with a straight face.  That's how weird it seems!  But it wasn't me.  It was never me.  I never fit into the mold people kept trying to cram me into.  And now I have people I am close to who don't try to change me or fit me into a certain way.  Even though they may be completely different than me.  Opposites attract and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am unashamedly me.  I dress how I want, I act how I want, I do what I want.  I am very comfortable with my life right now.  It isn't all smiles and sunshine, but it's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, things keep changing.  Where will we all be another four years from now?  I don't know.  But I know what key players in my life I plan to keep around.  Great friends and important people who I can't imagine not speaking to regularly.  I will go to great lengths to keep these few people around.  (Physically and virtually, I have a few bloggy friends I would track down should they disappear on me.)  I am pretty sure they feel the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have some more fiction up soon, but the writing hits me sporadically lately.  I'll post when it hits again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-1667528322445644104?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1667528322445644104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=1667528322445644104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1667528322445644104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1667528322445644104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/09/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch ch ch changes'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-529085816488551400</id><published>2009-09-08T18:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:48:00.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen's Meme #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is easy to love?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you just wanna smack?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Asshats.  All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you trust?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Only my closest friends, of which there are very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you talk to when you're alone?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ myself as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dangerous things do you do while driving?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Look at the clock.  Seriously, I almost wrecked glancing at the clock once.  No problem on the phone, changing cds, dealing with kids, eating, drinking, texting.  I go to check the time which is right on the dash, and boom some dumbass stops suddenly in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you allergic to?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ The very air we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is Satan's last name?&lt;/strong&gt; ~  Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is the last thing that moved you?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Breakfast at Tiffany's.  I watched it four times this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is the freakiest thing in your house?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Tristin. Seriously.  So freaky she would be amused by this answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it time to turn over a new leaf? &lt;/strong&gt;~ When the old one falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you be all that you can be?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ I am always all I can be for the moment.  Can't be too much at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is enough enough?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ almost all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you go to the dark side?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Who do you think made the damn cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are your pants?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ on me.  Well, one pair, the others are in the drawer, and closet, and laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is your last will and testament?&lt;/strong&gt; ~  Yeah, I need one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is your junk food stash?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ I don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is Carmen Sandiego?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Not on the dark side. Look somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was the Lone Ranger alone?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ He wasn't, Tonto was always with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was The Scarlet Letter scarlet? &lt;/strong&gt;~ Because the author was an unimaginative bore. Seriously, I hate that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are musicians sexy and plumbers not?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Xmichra had the best answer for this, I just can't think of anything good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are there no seat belts on school buses? &lt;/strong&gt;~ This has confounded me for years.  And they get the worst damn drivers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swim the English Channel for a doughnut and coffee? If not that, what?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ No, I'm not much of a swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgive someone who deliberately hurt you? &lt;/strong&gt;~ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rather believe a lie if it hurt you less than the truth?&lt;/strong&gt; ~ No, I want the truth whether I can handle it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you still be alive if you were sucked out of an airplane window? Would you just float around in space for while&lt;/strong&gt;? ~  I would freak out completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-529085816488551400?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/529085816488551400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=529085816488551400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/529085816488551400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/529085816488551400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/09/queens-meme-9.html' title='The Queen&apos;s Meme #9'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-4730178687304517864</id><published>2009-09-01T19:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:16:22.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen's Meme #8</title><content type='html'>Warning: Hide the children!There are love shenanigans in the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to &lt;a href="http://mimiqueenofmemes.blogspot.com/2009/08/queens-tuesday-meme-7-bloggingham-love.html"&gt;The Queen's Meme #8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step out of the box. Be creative. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;And please, stay out of the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to avoid this subject. It is the fickle fodder of many a meme these days. Romance, s*x, relationships and breakups are really nobody's business. Wouldn't you say? Or perhaps it's the questions that are too personal and a bit juvenile at times. Middle school smooching is not exactly the end all and be all of civilization. (Is it? I don't know. I seem to have forgotten.) To tell you the truth, I'm getting just a little sick of all the love shenanigans going on in the dungeon down below. I can hear you. You are all just a wee bit too happy if you ask me. If I didn't know better I'd swear you want to stay!&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, we could all use a little &lt;strike&gt;lot of &lt;/strike&gt;romance in our lives. I promise not to ask questions that would make your mother blush. I suggest you tell her not to read your blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimiqueenofmemes.blogspot.com/2009/08/queens-tuesday-meme-7-bloggingham-love.html"&gt;Bloggingham Love Shack (aka The Romance Meme)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the craziest thing you've ever done in the name of love?&lt;br /&gt;~Moved out of town away from friends and family.  Unfortunately it turned out badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much mystery should there be in a relationship? Is it a good thing or not? ~Enough. Who wants to know everything about anyone?  I believe in openness with one's partner, but only to a certain degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there someone in the blogosphere you'd like to get to know more intimately? Have you been too shy to ask? Let me help you. Write a 3 sentence anonymous blove letter to them in this meme.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a link if you dare. (I promise not to tell!)&lt;br /&gt;~Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe a "perfect evening" with the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;~That question is a little presumptuous, but assuming I had someone to have a perfect evening with, I would start with my kids being somewhere else for the night.  Dinner out, a movie, or a show! I've never been to a show.  Then home for staying up late and sleeping late the next morning. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you are in a relationship, describe the one thing that makes it work well for you. If you are &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;in a relationship, do you want to be? If so, what type of romance are you looking for? What would it look like in your life?&lt;br /&gt;~I would very much like to be in a nice comfortable-know-where-I-stand relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you had to choose between having good s*x &lt;em&gt;(I told you not to let your mother read this&lt;/em&gt;) OR intelligent conversation on a regular basis, which would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;~I very much like both and I am very certain I *can* get both.  But if I had to chose I suppose sex because I get conversation online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally.....a purely selfish question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've got the Bloggingham Blues. What type of man is right for Queen Mimi Pencil Skirt? Do any of you see love in her foreseeable future? What do you suggest I do to spice up my love life?&lt;em&gt; What am I doing wrong????!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm afraid I am new to the kingdom and not sure how to answer this.  But don't give up hope!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-4730178687304517864?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4730178687304517864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=4730178687304517864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4730178687304517864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4730178687304517864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/09/queens-meme-8.html' title='The Queen&apos;s Meme #8'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-4408891257423871887</id><published>2009-08-29T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:03:00.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the ta-tas!</title><content type='html'>I have signed up for a 5K run in October.  If you would like to donate in my name you can do so &lt;a href="http://komenknoxville.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&amp;amp;eventID=506&amp;amp;participantID=2345"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Most of the money stays locally in Knoxville, TN but 25% goes to breast cancer research in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running a timed race, and this will be the first of many.  I'm nervous, excited, and scared to death.  What if I'm the last one in like when I was a kid?  There are going to be a ton of non-timed people walking and such so I guess I won't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last.&lt;/span&gt;  But I have crazy flashbacks from gym class as a kid.  Me, athletic?  Who knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have breathing issues when running.  I was told at an expo that I may have exercise induced asthma.  I would need an inhaler ONLY before running or doing some other aerobic type thing.  I go for an appointment to be tested next Tuesday morning.  So we will see.  I think I would be relived to find out I do.  It would be much worse if I simply cannot run a mile without walking part of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update everyone next week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-4408891257423871887?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4408891257423871887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=4408891257423871887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4408891257423871887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4408891257423871887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-ta-tas.html' title='Save the ta-tas!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-7721033724395327965</id><published>2009-08-28T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:00:03.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Am Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a writer.&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not&lt;br /&gt;get paid for it&lt;br /&gt;And I have never written a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a runner.&lt;br /&gt;But not very&lt;br /&gt;talented at it.&lt;br /&gt;No races will ever be won by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother.&lt;br /&gt;Even when they&lt;br /&gt;drive me nuts&lt;br /&gt;And I do not know what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover.&lt;br /&gt;Touching softly&lt;br /&gt;feeling deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Learning when to hold on and when to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;At home or work,&lt;br /&gt;in the car or in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Even though loneliness terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all these things&lt;br /&gt;And more and none.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to chose only one path.&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to let go of the many pieces of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-7721033724395327965?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7721033724395327965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=7721033724395327965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/7721033724395327965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/7721033724395327965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/fiction-friday_28.html' title='Fiction Friday'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-332964384680311321</id><published>2009-08-24T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:53:57.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Friday night I steam cleaned the carpet in the living room, playroom, and entry of the apartment.  It was gross!  After only two years?  And we take our shoes off at the entrance usually.  Surely it wasn't all from the dog, I'm afraid the carpet wasn't so clean when we moved in.  Yuck.  I might go back over the living room one more time before returning the cleaner to work. I still need to do Tristin's room before we get her new bed, since it used to be storage.  And I should do at least the front part of my room and the hall.  The cats have a new extra huge ass cat litter box with lid, and the baby gates are GONE.  Those were to keep the dog from eating the poop. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I ran around with the girls doing fun stuff and getting paid back with bad attitudes and the persistant idea that I can do nothing right.  I gladly dropped them off at my friend Stephanie's around four. ;)  Saturday night I saw Inglorious Basterds.  I didn't pick the movie, but was pretty much won over after the words "Brad Pitt".  I'm a sucker for a Brad Pitt movie.  If he isn't showing off his chest or dimples, he will at least be proving he's more than just a pretty face with fantabulous acting.  And yes, I'm serious. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played a character from Maynardville, TN. I gotta say he played crazy hillbilly dead on.  Seriously.  Even had a little "injun" in him.  It was pretty hilarious.  The movie was a Quentin Taratino movie, and considering what a crazy bastard he is, it was pretty gross at parts.  But I liked it.  It was morbidly delightful.  After Stephen King, Mr. Tarintino might be my favorite crazy ass creative type.  Gee, I hope I spelled  his name right.  Someone correct me if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept late.  Very late, almost noon.  The movie didn't let out until after one and it was well after three before I went to sleep.  It was great, I don't get to stay out late and sleep late very often. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was getting groceries and more cleaning.  I am bound and determined to downsize and get rid of anything we don't use.  It just takes so much time to sort and figure out what to get rid of!  Then there's the putting up of the stuff that remains.  By the time we are settled, we may decide to move again. LoL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-332964384680311321?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/332964384680311321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=332964384680311321&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/332964384680311321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/332964384680311321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-473716143876146216</id><published>2009-08-23T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:29:25.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Surprises Here.</title><content type='html'>Found at &lt;a href="http://xmichra2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xmichra's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fantasy / Sci Fi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbookareyouquiz/fantasy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an amazing imagination, and in your mind, all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded, and you find the future exciting. You crave novelty and progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you are quirky and even a bit eccentric. You have some wacky ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may be a bit off the wall, there's no denying how insightful and creative you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbookareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Book Are You?&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/11884294-473716143876146216?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/473716143876146216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=473716143876146216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/473716143876146216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/473716143876146216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-surprises-here.html' title='No Surprises Here.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-6318730845766253632</id><published>2009-08-19T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:18:00.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xmichra2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xmichra&lt;/a&gt; Tagged me! The rules were simple enough, erase her answers and fill in my own. Here is goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is the hottest Movie Star?&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman.  He not only looks good, he also sings! Awesomely. And has that dreamy accent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNwU2JytACE/Sows2xVbx2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Zd_Y0QXKHw4/s1600-h/hugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNwU2JytACE/Sows2xVbx2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Zd_Y0QXKHw4/s320/hugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371717775013955426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apart from your house and car, what is the most expensive item you have ever bought?&lt;br /&gt;Well I was a housewife for 9 years. Technically I didn't buy anything then.  And I've been broke since!  hmmm... I would have to say the vacuum cleaner.  Seriously.  I spent more on it than I have ever on one.  Maybe it will last more than two years like the others. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is you most treasured memory?&lt;br /&gt;I actually have several.  All of the girls when they were newborns. :)  Can't pick between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the best gift you ever received as a child?&lt;br /&gt;malibu barbie. She had a red bathing suit and a brush. That's it. No wait, maybe western barbie. Her outfit had fringes.  And I had her horse too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the biggest mistake you have ever made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not shooting my ex right before Brianna was born and using hormones as a defense.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, uhhh, not handling my separation a little better, yeah that's it.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 4 words to describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;smart, crazy, cute, underestimated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your highlight or low light of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;highlight ~ Tristin coming home in December. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lowlight ~ Early 2008 when Tristin and Amy both moved away within a couple months of each other. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Film?&lt;br /&gt;Just one?!?!?  I can't do it! I can't pick just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tell me one thing I don’t know about you.&lt;br /&gt;This is always hard. I'm such a blabbermouth everyone knows everything that isn't too TMI and some that is. LoL.  Okay, here's something I probably haven't blogged.  When the shuttle blew up, '85 or '86 I think, I was in the eighth grade at school, and it took me a while to understand what happened because I had a stomache ache from eating too much junk food at my aunt's house the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you were a comic book/strip or cartoon character, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon character?  I have no idea. And technically I don't read comics.  Although I have read a few, I just never did enough to really know what is going on.  Of course they are always changing things around and stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose I would have to go with Catwoman.  I know, you are all shocked. LoL.  But seriously, she's not an awesome heroine, but she's not really all that bad either.  She's just a little bad. Like me.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three bloggers I am tagging with this Meme are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gypsygirlwanders.blogspot.com/?zx=1b805271b517d415"&gt;Karma&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blogusignoramus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://straightguywithgirlydogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-6318730845766253632?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6318730845766253632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=6318730845766253632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/6318730845766253632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/6318730845766253632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/xmichra-tagged-me-rules-were-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNwU2JytACE/Sows2xVbx2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Zd_Y0QXKHw4/s72-c/hugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-5193859223445756295</id><published>2009-08-18T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:00:01.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen's Meme #6</title><content type='html'>#6 The Bachelor’s Dating Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my 500th "Bachelor of The Day" to post this week on my site called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://profileoftheday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dating Profile Of The Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; we bring you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Dating Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. For three years I've been rummaging through online dating profiles to find the zaniest and most ridiculous profile headlines out there. They write 'em. I spoof 'em. Do you know that some folks are grammatically insane?? And some are just insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ergo, today's meme was born. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profileoftheday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370672299616821042" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://profileoftheday.blogspot.com/" style="'width:105pt;" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\JANICE~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/Soh2AF-w3zI/AAAAAAAAwBw/3cefTqa40oE/s400/rulesdatingchallenge.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Are you up for the challenge? Take a look at these seven dating profile headlines from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; dating sites. Imagine you are trying to find a date and these gems have just landed in your inbox. How would you respond to them? Write a comeback response to each one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Be sarcastic, be funny, be brave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Spelling errors not my own. Names and locations have been changed to protect the terminally single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If you need inspiration, go &lt;a href="http://profileoftheday.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for hundreds of funny examples. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Birdbrain looking for a mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Try Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Where Are All The Bad Girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plotting world domination by enslaving all the idiots on dating sites who think they are actually getting a date with a chick who looks like a model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. A Good Woman Is Hard To Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only because good women don't get caught doing something worth a fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Does God Know You've Escaped From Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sure don't, you wanna be the one to let him know first hand? Come on over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. I Put the Fun in DysFUNctional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I put the Hell in Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. Does this profile make me look fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fatter than you appear in person I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. I'm a no nonsince person with little tolorrance for stupitity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stupitity is as stupitity does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-5193859223445756295?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5193859223445756295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=5193859223445756295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/5193859223445756295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/5193859223445756295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/queens-meme-6.html' title='Queen&apos;s Meme #6'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-1742213735828078835</id><published>2009-08-16T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:00:05.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie Push Wednesday night.  I loved it! But it was very weird.  My kind of weird.  Little Dakota Fanning is in it.  Her character is brave, bold, crazy, and still a little girl.  She reminded me of my oldest daughter.  It also has Chris Evans in it, but I was disappointed he didn't show his chest more.  Really, the boy has to learn to use his assets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no more explaining I want it to be a surprise. I am confident most of you would enjoy it.  Remember that I described it as "my kind of weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-1742213735828078835?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1742213735828078835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=1742213735828078835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1742213735828078835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1742213735828078835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-74335883792744060</id><published>2009-08-14T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:01:47.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Friday</title><content type='html'>All the old stories are false.  Fantasy, legend twisted from real incidents.  Not all Werepeople are good. We are no different than humans. Good and evil run rampant in both races.  And there are others.  Other races and breeds that walk among humans.  The humans never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is no way to tell my story.  Let me start at the beginning. Let me tell you about my death...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-74335883792744060?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/74335883792744060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=74335883792744060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/74335883792744060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/74335883792744060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/fiction-friday.html' title='Fiction Friday'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-2744318372248529779</id><published>2009-07-23T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:47:00.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Special Damn It (and not in the short bus way)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xmichra2.blogspot.com/"&gt;  Xmichra&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!&lt;br /&gt;2. First, the recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.&lt;br /&gt;3. Second, the recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;4. Third, those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given with this award.&lt;br /&gt;5. Those 10 bloggers that receive this award should link back to the blog that awarded them “The Honest Scrap’ award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to add that I think this award goes to people I find honest and funny. And to people who I find will tell you the truth about themselves, which is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, after four years of blogging, there ain't a whole lot you guys don't know.  Except maybe that I like to exaggerate with bad grammer on occasion.  No wait, you probably knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since the stalker (note I don't even capitalize his nickname) may return at any moment, I won't be putting anything too personal here.  But this sort of thing shouldn't be put on a private blog.  So here it goes, ten things you hopefully don't already know that I don't mind *anyone* knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I once had a three legged cat named Tina.  Occasionally I referred to her affectionately as "Tripod".  She didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My mom wanted to name me Elizabeth, but my dad wouldn't let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  As a kid, I wanted to name my future daughter Rebekah.  My stepmom named my sister that when I was 16, even though she didn't know I liked it.  I was pissed.  She didn't know that either.  Then she proceeded to call my sister by her middle name. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My first kiss with tongue was absolutely gross.  This worried me because I thought I didn't like kissing.  Luckily I found out later that the first guy was just really bad at it. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I now love kissing. ;)  (with a good kisser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have learned that either I am attracted to someone from the first time I meet them, or I'm not.  I don't change my mind over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Brianna was a planned pregnancy, Tristin was not.  However, I wanted a baby before Tristin came along, I just thought I had another year to prepare before trying to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have never met anyone who wasn't surprised to find out how old I am.  I'm not saying this in a conceeded way, it was actually annoying when I was 20 and people thought I was 16 or 17.  Older ladies always said I would appreciate it when I was older.  And I do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The douche who sent mixed signals over a year ago (anyone remember him?) started working at my gym last week.  At first I was surprised.  Then a little annoyed. (It's MY gym, how dare he show up.)  But now it's just damn funny. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I'm a cuddler with the right person. :)   (You may know that, but I felt like saying it anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for the giving of the award to others. I don't really keep up with many blogs anymore, and some people have dropped off blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gypsygirlwanders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://straightguywithgirlydogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogusignoramus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-2744318372248529779?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2744318372248529779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=2744318372248529779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/2744318372248529779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/2744318372248529779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-special-damn-it-and-not-in-short-bus.html' title='I&apos;m Special Damn It (and not in the short bus way)'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-1747543098741316054</id><published>2009-07-22T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:34:07.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A late meme</title><content type='html'>The Queen's meme #2, found &lt;a href="http://mimiqueenofmemes.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You are a guest on the space shuttle. You just arrived on the moon and realize you forgot something back home that you can't live without. What is it and how do you convince them to go back and fetch it?&lt;br /&gt;~I pout. My pout is very irresistible.  As for what I left?  hmmm... Oh! My camera. I forget that all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pretend you are a teacher in a rough public school for one day. You have been assigned to teach Manners 101. You have the "challenging bad butt kids" class (remember this is a pretend school and anyway I can't say ass on my blog 'cause it's so unQueenly and I might get fined or something).&lt;br /&gt;They are jumping up and down, cursing, and throwing things at you.&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you would write on the board?&lt;br /&gt;~You know, I'm not really good with kids. I do ok with my own.  But a bunch of bad kids who don't want to learn?  How about this: "Shut up and learn, or go home and stop wasting my time."&lt;br /&gt;I would so get fired if I were a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Someone in your family or a friend has started a blog. They think it is anonymous but you have figured it out. They are saying derogatory things about you. Do you tell them or do you read it for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;How would you handle it?&lt;br /&gt;~Stalk them.  We all know I've been stalked enough by others to know how! LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you had one dollar left in your pocket, what would you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;~A diet dr. pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. President Obama and the First Lady are coming over for dinner. What do you serve?&lt;br /&gt;~Domino's pizza.  I hate to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 You walk in on your lover. They are trying on your clothes. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;~laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every astronaut must have shots! You only get one and you can't enjoy any of the attributes of the other choices. You choose either: (1) The fountain of eternal youth and sexual vigor but only for 10 years (2) perfect health for a lifetime (3) eternal mind-numbing nirvana and peace of mind (4) unlimited hedonism for one year with no negative consequences.&lt;br /&gt;~I choose number 2.  Good health is the only thing on there I have.  Therefore it would be the only thing I would miss if I didn't have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-1747543098741316054?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1747543098741316054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=1747543098741316054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1747543098741316054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1747543098741316054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-meme.html' title='A late meme'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-1247641712389229271</id><published>2009-07-14T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:26:00.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen's Meme and My Quest for Minions</title><content type='html'>Meme found &lt;a href="http://xmichra2.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and she found it &lt;a href="http://mimiqueenofmemes.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blog Outside The Box Meme&lt;br /&gt;This meme is all about using your imagination. Free your inner blogginess. Step outside the proverbial blox (that's blog + box for all you non-blog speakers). Answer these ridiculous situational questions and post them on your own blog. Here's the situation for today. We won't tell a soul. And remember:&lt;br /&gt;Don't end up in the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are in court. You are in deep doo-doo. What did you do? ('Cause if you want, I might could talk to the judge and get your sentence reduced to Bloggingham dungeon time.)&lt;br /&gt;~ I was walking along being very careful and trip(over a thick piece of air no doubt) and knocked over a statue. Which then knocked over another.  And another, and another. oh you get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your blog just became a best-selling book . What is the title of your book ?&lt;br /&gt;~ Reflections of a Crazy Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is midnight. The phone rings. It is Michael Jackson calling from the Great Beyond.&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to ask him?&lt;br /&gt;~ You wanna be starting something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are having your future told. The fortune teller looks in the crystal ball, screams and leaves the room in fright. What did they see?&lt;br /&gt;~ What I do when I finally get organized enough to have minions to do my bidding!  muwahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're blogging along minding your own blusiness (that's blog + oh...you know) when Google unexpectedly puts an Objectionable Content Warning on your blog. Your own mother is afraid to enter! What, pray tell, did you do to warrant it? How did this happen? Do you think you deserve it? Just how objectionable are you? Do tell.&lt;br /&gt;~ No doubt my potty mouth. I mean seriously, I can make fleets of sailors blush when I'm in a mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You suddenly become God Of The Universe. What would your first Commandment be?&lt;br /&gt;~ Minions! I demand to have minions to do my bidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And finally, what secret would you like to tell the Queen?&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry. What happens in Bloggingham, stays in Bloggingham.&lt;br /&gt;~ Most of my minions would probably just be doing my housework. LoL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-1247641712389229271?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1247641712389229271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=1247641712389229271&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1247641712389229271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/1247641712389229271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/07/queens-meme-and-my-quest-for-minions.html' title='The Queen&apos;s Meme and My Quest for Minions'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-2894573779724000823</id><published>2009-07-09T18:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:09:01.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Asshats</title><content type='html'>So yesterday morning I get a text that our office was broken into and my computer plus another was gone.  Including my brand new uber awesome ergonomic keyboard. :(   I am now on the only computer left sequestered to a back office.  It has a better lock so that is the best place to keep the only computer, eh?  LoL.  Mine will be replaced soon, and being the IT dept I get to help pick it out.  And I've already been promised the awesome keyboard will be replaced.  Thank goodness for insurance, right?  I'm tempted to lock the computer in the back every night!  They are so small now anyway.  Theives really piss me off.  Especially cowardly sneak through the night take something as personal as a computer.  I had copies of my baby's pictures on it for the screen saver.  I have wished ingrown toenails on the bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both computers had passwords on them, so unless they are computer savvy enough to have a backdoor way to get around windows passwords (which I sincerely doubt) they won't even be able to see anything on them.  Unfortunately, I hadn't backed up all my documents in a while.  (I know, I so know better!)  But almost all are easily recreated from hard copies.  No use being upset over something that can't be changed, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-2894573779724000823?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2894573779724000823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=2894573779724000823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/2894573779724000823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/2894573779724000823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-asshats.html' title='Stupid Asshats'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884294.post-4933950088031015387</id><published>2009-06-25T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:30:00.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the heat</title><content type='html'>I've been so bad! Last Wednesday when I worked out it was the first time in a week and nearly killed me.  So I was going to be better and go a lot this week.  Two days later, on Friday I went to yoga class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and haven't been back since. hehe.  So much for being good.  My trainer had to cancel last night be cause of a stomach bug.  I will go to yoga tomorrow night though.  I probably will miss the Sunday class though at 2 pm.  There's just so much to do on the weekends.  And it's so hot I don't feel like doing a whole lot.  But at least I'm not just sitting on my ass.  Not a lot anyway. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do better!  If I blog it, I will do it.  Right?  Eh, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11884294-4933950088031015387?l=reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4933950088031015387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11884294&amp;postID=4933950088031015387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4933950088031015387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11884294/posts/default/4933950088031015387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofkat.blogspot.com/2009/06/blame-heat.html' title='Blame the heat'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056024843793619110</uri><email>kat.eyes4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09455788718270564690'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>