<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:35:36.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are the Days</title><subtitle type='html'>The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing. -Walt Disney</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-8073701082449294773</id><published>2009-02-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:07:54.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#58</title><content type='html'>I finished the Book of Mormon.  It's not like it's the first time I've read it or anything. But honestly, I've only read it a handful of times.  I tend to do my scripture study by subject.  It works better for my attention span.  Plus I love really studying the ins and outs of a given topic.  Or if I'm struggling with something, I frequently find answers by studying the subject at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good for me to break away from that format on occasion and really study the Book of Mormon.  I love the way I feel every time I get through the whole thing.  I really, really love it. And every time I get through it, I take Moroni's challenge and pray if the things I read are true (even though I don't question it).  Every time I am reassured of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-8073701082449294773?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8073701082449294773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=8073701082449294773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/8073701082449294773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/8073701082449294773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/58.html' title='#58'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-8546392295962157713</id><published>2009-02-01T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:52:09.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#84</title><content type='html'>I volunteer in Parker's classroom every Friday.  In all honesty, I thought I would HATE it.  I don't like teaching Primary and the very little patience I have for small kids gets used up on my own.  But I volunteered because it's my sons class.  I wanted to know what his teachers are like and who his friends are and what he's learning.  And it turns out I love it for those reasons.  I love watching Parker interact with his friends and teachers.  I love seeing what his teachers are teaching and being able to reinforce that at home...in the same fashion he learns in school.  I love being reassured at how bright Parker is.  I love having a good relationship with Parker's teacher.  Though I truly could not handle a preschool class for more than the hour and a half a week that I volunteer, I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I work with a small group of kids and work on letters or numbers or shapes and colors.  It depends on the kids and on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, the letter of the week was 'M' and we all got mustache's.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/STbl_r8GxKI/AAAAAAAAFVI/PnKY_7pD_nA/s1600-h/mustache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/STbl_r8GxKI/AAAAAAAAFVI/PnKY_7pD_nA/s320/mustache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275656895800460450" 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/3399032798304855701-8546392295962157713?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8546392295962157713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=8546392295962157713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/8546392295962157713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/8546392295962157713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/84.html' title='#84'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/STbl_r8GxKI/AAAAAAAAFVI/PnKY_7pD_nA/s72-c/mustache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1798884670107623074</id><published>2009-02-01T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:45:38.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#80</title><content type='html'>Though my plan was to send Christmas cards to everyone on my list, budget did not allow.  We sent them out to immediate family only.  But at least it's a start.  Spencer and I always have good intentions to send them and always fail to do so.  It's about time we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these and was really happy with  how they turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***need to add pictures***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1798884670107623074?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1798884670107623074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1798884670107623074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1798884670107623074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1798884670107623074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/80.html' title='#80'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-7394668880858275166</id><published>2009-02-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:43:07.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#71...in progress...</title><content type='html'>*December, 2008&lt;br /&gt;We went to the local tree lighting ceremony at Christmas time.  It included a wassail taste test by all the local businesses and a tour of town hall and local performance groups.  The whole family had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img alt="" id="Image2_img" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/ST1wsEEL3kI/AAAAAAAAFZo/n8yS20EjHWY/S220/fam.jpg" height="220" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-7394668880858275166?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7394668880858275166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=7394668880858275166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/7394668880858275166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/7394668880858275166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/71in-progress.html' title='#71...in progress...'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/ST1wsEEL3kI/AAAAAAAAFZo/n8yS20EjHWY/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-3975401528506889344</id><published>2009-02-01T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:40:56.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#72</title><content type='html'>I convinced the crazies that Santa would not be leaving any presents if he saw how many toys they already had. We needed to make room on their toy shelf.  So together with the kids, we went through toys and made a few sacrifices.  (Only to fill the empty spots on the toy shelf as soon as Christmas hit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***need to add pictures***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-3975401528506889344?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3975401528506889344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=3975401528506889344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/3975401528506889344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/3975401528506889344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/72.html' title='#72'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-2179956339348558335</id><published>2009-02-01T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:37:58.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>I wore a costume to the ward Halloween party.  I realize it hardly seems daring to wear a costume to a Halloween party.  But I am still new around here and had no idea if the other adults would dress up or if I'd look like a fool. But I just really love costumes and I didn't want to pass up the opportunity.  So I showed up in my old trusty Lucille Ball costume.  And surprisingly, some people didn't know who I was...which was quite disappointing. Nevertheless, I LOVE that costume.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SQ4FUWe_ZCI/AAAAAAAAEHM/cCVhhnbcbxA/s1600-h/IMG_5620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SQ4FUWe_ZCI/AAAAAAAAEHM/cCVhhnbcbxA/s320/IMG_5620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264150861633774626" 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/3399032798304855701-2179956339348558335?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2179956339348558335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=2179956339348558335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2179956339348558335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2179956339348558335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SQ4FUWe_ZCI/AAAAAAAAEHM/cCVhhnbcbxA/s72-c/IMG_5620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-2024163845475521192</id><published>2009-02-01T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:33:55.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#47</title><content type='html'>Actually, thrift storing is my new favorite hobby.  Jeff and I used to get thrills from this back in the day and just like this old stuff is new again, so is my love for thrift stores.  I could spend all my money there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned these candlesticks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SVVS-CpGONI/AAAAAAAAFdA/OtmS1IJIa6o/s1600-h/IMG_6370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SVVS-CpGONI/AAAAAAAAFdA/OtmS1IJIa6o/s200/IMG_6370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284220963603757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Into these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SVVTs6AqmtI/AAAAAAAAFdY/MpgTZEvGVus/s1600-h/IMG_6415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SVVTs6AqmtI/AAAAAAAAFdY/MpgTZEvGVus/s200/IMG_6415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284221768740543186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better, I turned this jacket:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJn-mGZ6I/AAAAAAAAFog/eh6NAvCo_E8/s1600-h/jacket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJn-mGZ6I/AAAAAAAAFog/eh6NAvCo_E8/s400/jacket2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294203050628900770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this vest:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJnw4OaeI/AAAAAAAAFoo/I9MO7QoRyd8/s1600-h/vest4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJnw4OaeI/AAAAAAAAFoo/I9MO7QoRyd8/s400/vest4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294203046946826722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJoKSbRTI/AAAAAAAAFow/wVpg3FZxPqU/s1600-h/vest6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJoKSbRTI/AAAAAAAAFow/wVpg3FZxPqU/s400/vest6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294203053767607602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJ3hO1aMI/AAAAAAAAFpA/hgxgMRaY1ws/s1600-h/vest7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SXjJ3hO1aMI/AAAAAAAAFpA/hgxgMRaY1ws/s400/vest7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294203317624596674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though thrift store revival is my first love, it's a great place for toys, too.  Reid's new large box of Duplos was purchased there for $3.  After a little bleach-water clense, there were as good as new for a small fraction of the price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-2024163845475521192?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2024163845475521192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=2024163845475521192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2024163845475521192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2024163845475521192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/47.html' title='#47'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SVVS-CpGONI/AAAAAAAAFdA/OtmS1IJIa6o/s72-c/IMG_6370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-9018890029146441907</id><published>2009-02-01T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:28:32.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>In this ever changing world, there remains one constant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skating Rinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how much I have changed in the past fifteen years.  And how much the world has changed in the past fifteen years.  It hardly seems possible that anything could remain the same.  It's as if time stands still on the inside of a skating rink.  Like it's some kind of black hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this why?  Because I spent Friday night roller skating.  I got to enjoy a little girls night out on Friday.  (That's right...this was not for the kids.) I think it rekindled my desire to be a roller derby girl.  I always loved the skating rink back in the day...but I didn't know if I liked it because I truly love roller skating, or if it was all social.  Suspicion confirmed.  I really love roller skating.  It was such a fun workout.  I had no idea how much I would enjoy it.  I thought we'd skate for half an hour, have a good laugh and get going.  But two hours later and they're closing the doors, I finally got off the rink.  I've got to get myself some skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Ashlee, Emily and I were the only grown-ups there just to skate besides the one elderly man that you know is there every night because of his smooth moves on the skate floor despite his old age.  Most people in our age bracket were parents of kids at birthday parties.  And there were probably a handful of hoodlums past high school age who just can't grow-up...who were there to hit on the younger crowd.  Though I suppose that might include us, too...or at least Emily.  You can ask her about that if you get the chance.  As much fun as I had, I could not be more grateful I never have to repeat junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the night way past fun, but I crossed one more thing off my &lt;a href="http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/bringing-sexy-back-1.html"&gt;101 list&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't think I'd go to the skating rink and come back without pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the only one who braved the old-school quad skates...as if you couldn't tell by my HUGE feet.  Not only that, but I'm the only one who thought it was a good idea to wear cropped pants skating.  It was pushing 80 degrees on Friday.  But I didn't consider the fashion repercussions when adding socks and skates.  Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWub9Ye6mZI/AAAAAAAAFhE/TqkfzObWJ4c/s1600-h/skate10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWub9Ye6mZI/AAAAAAAAFhE/TqkfzObWJ4c/s320/skate10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290493666123225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't ever really realize that I'm so much bigger than my friends until I see a picture.  I'm like amazon woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWuQMHFdUJI/AAAAAAAAFgs/wPKyX39560o/s1600-h/skate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWuQMHFdUJI/AAAAAAAAFgs/wPKyX39560o/s320/skate2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290480725011550354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashlee got blisters early on and had to sit out a while.  But she was a trooper and put her skates on for the last 15 minutes to finish up with us.  Thanks for being our photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWubseZL9eI/AAAAAAAAFg8/GVrATc1hpqs/s1600-h/skate8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWubseZL9eI/AAAAAAAAFg8/GVrATc1hpqs/s320/skate8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290493375652034018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee got a bit of a shot of the guy Emily (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;?) frisked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWuQY_ciO6I/AAAAAAAAFg0/rgp8m-i43wI/s1600-h/skate7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWuQY_ciO6I/AAAAAAAAFg0/rgp8m-i43wI/s320/skate7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290480946299157410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't even tell you what's going on here.  Emily is posing for the camera and I'm about to shake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; hand?  You just go through life thinking your relatively normal then you see a batch of pictures of yourself...I was horrified when I realized what I looked like skating. But it's proof that I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWucD7U5TpI/AAAAAAAAFhM/XwlFU1eqTpw/s1600-h/skate11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWucD7U5TpI/AAAAAAAAFhM/XwlFU1eqTpw/s320/skate11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290493778555653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were more pictures but they either turned out too dark or too blurry or wildly inappropriate. So I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-9018890029146441907?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/9018890029146441907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=9018890029146441907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9018890029146441907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9018890029146441907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/43.html' title='#43'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SWub9Ye6mZI/AAAAAAAAFhE/TqkfzObWJ4c/s72-c/skate10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1899131267651024769</id><published>2009-02-01T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:25:56.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>At one time, I had huge plans to start a childrens party supply business.  It's still in the back of my mind, but I don't have the money or the guts to really get it started.  But I did mention it to my friend Terin at one point and when her sons first birthday came around, she hired me to make a few things. She did a Dallas Cowboys theme.  I made a t-shirt, an autograph book, and a birthday banner.  I LOVED the banner.  And had a good time making it.  Though it's not an all out business, it is a start and I got paid to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that...I opened an Etsy shop.  That really is a little business.  Though it hasn't picked up at all like I hoped it would...the reason I'm chicken to start.  But I'm really proud of myself for following through with it.  That was the real reason behind this goal anyway.  I love crafty things like this. It's not so much the craft that I enjoy as it is designing.  I always tell myself I could do it and NEVER follow through.  I finally followed through and I'm happy with my handbags...whether or not they sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***need to add pictures***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1899131267651024769?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1899131267651024769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1899131267651024769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1899131267651024769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1899131267651024769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/42.html' title='#42'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-2091621585703982214</id><published>2009-02-01T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:18:46.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#35...in progress...</title><content type='html'>*December 31, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I threw our first ever New Years Eve party.  Really, it could not have been more fun.  The Green's and Wilsterman's came over.  We planned a fantastic fondue dinner and sat up the rest of the night playing games. We celebrated the new year with sparking grape juice in my favorite red wine flutes.  Nothing spectacular, but it turned out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO MAD I didn't take pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-2091621585703982214?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2091621585703982214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=2091621585703982214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2091621585703982214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2091621585703982214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/35in-progress.html' title='#35...in progress...'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1439964546324623002</id><published>2009-02-01T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:14:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#29...in progress...</title><content type='html'>Parker can write his name, first and last.  And his middle name if I spell it to him.  Though I didn't teach him on my own.  It was a combined effort between me and Ms. Wood (his pre-school teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***need to add picture***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1439964546324623002?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1439964546324623002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1439964546324623002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1439964546324623002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1439964546324623002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/29in-progress.html' title='#29...in progress...'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1211332295569224680</id><published>2009-02-01T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:12:34.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>The crazies all got new costumes for Christmas.  The older two got superhero accessories...gloves, boots, masks and belts.  They've used them for all kinds of things...not just superheros. A perfect addition to the costume box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray got a puppy hat.  He is adorable.  He just waves his floppy ears around and barks....boof, boof.  HE's so freakin' cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***need to add pictures***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1211332295569224680?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1211332295569224680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1211332295569224680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1211332295569224680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1211332295569224680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1266011185606040842</id><published>2009-02-01T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:10:00.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>I made a Christmas dress.  Spencer talked me into window shopping at Neimen Marcus.  BIG MISTAKE.  I wanted way too many things that I couldn't afford.  But I did pay attention to styles.  Short sleeved shift dresses were displayed in all kinds of colors with all kinds of accessories.  And I don't think I could ever decide to pay $400 for a shift.  I made it in one night with plaid I had in my fabric box.  I even added a cute ruffle down the front...I thought that up myself.  It has it's flaws...due to me insisting on finishing it up in one night, but I've already worn it more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the way the dress fits...I think I'll have to make another.  But I'm not crazy about the fabric. I like it well enough to wear, but if I had tried it on in the store, I wouldn't have bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I need to take a picture.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1266011185606040842?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1266011185606040842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1266011185606040842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1266011185606040842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1266011185606040842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-9033977856453076472</id><published>2009-02-01T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:04:30.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SSW0lsb7TDI/AAAAAAAAFQc/lF5jZky4XzM/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SSW0lsb7TDI/AAAAAAAAFQc/lF5jZky4XzM/s320/lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270817498583485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wardrobe needs a classic white button down.  This was a $3 steal from GAP a few years back and it's been my favorite one I've ever owned...in a size 6.  And after a whole year of sacrifice and self discipline, I can again be reunited with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-9033977856453076472?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/9033977856453076472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=9033977856453076472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9033977856453076472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9033977856453076472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SSW0lsb7TDI/AAAAAAAAFQc/lF5jZky4XzM/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-4832093464831417279</id><published>2008-11-24T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:34:38.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 45</title><content type='html'>I re-learned to play a song on my guitar.  I use the term "play" very loosely.  I've never been very good at guitar.  By the time I decided girls who play guitar ROCK, I was an older teen.  Not that that is too old to pick up a new instrument, but I just didn't have the knack for it that some people do.  If I had wanted to be really good, I would have had to start much, much earlier in life.  Besides that, I have unusually long nail beds.  Even when my fingernails are clipped to the very shortest length possible, they still get in the way of my playing.  I suppose, even still, if I had devoted hours a day to practicing I may have learned to easily contort my fingers into the most unnatural positions in a way that made beautiful music.  Not the case.  I'm always just a bit sad about that.  I really do wish I was a natural guitar player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can still sort of contort my fingers into three slightly ill-sounding chords.  And luckily, I have three songs in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt; that include nothing but those three chords. So I picked up my guitar yesterday for the first time in nearly two years and plucked out a little something. I can at least take comfort in the fact that I was better at one point in my life than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song in college (when I was taking guitar lessons and at the top of my game).  I was taking an astronomy class during summer semester.  Though it was not my favorite subject, I don't think I ever took a class more fun than this.  For our final project, we had to do any kind of project on anything related to what we learned that semester.  The professor told us to be creative. Incorporate something we enjoyed.  So I wrote a song about astronomy.  He said in all the years he'd been teaching, that was the first time someone wrote a song.  He flickered the lights for me and made a big announcement as though I was performing in a big venue.  Needless to say, I got %100 on that project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the forefathers of astronomy.  I had to get pretty creative with some of my rhyming words, but the facts all came straight from my text.  It's a little cheesy and embarrassing and poorly executed, yet somehow I'm really proud of my little song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcacb4f6355a5807" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcacb4f6355a5807%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332601%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3611399A3166E9518251E990564122EE69E99940.725E0C2E2FEBDBAA32F82B736AF5BCF1BDFA6A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcacb4f6355a5807%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEP-w6DGnLkvJK5J7ueQB0_R2uAk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcacb4f6355a5807%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332601%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3611399A3166E9518251E990564122EE69E99940.725E0C2E2FEBDBAA32F82B736AF5BCF1BDFA6A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcacb4f6355a5807%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEP-w6DGnLkvJK5J7ueQB0_R2uAk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-4832093464831417279?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bcacb4f6355a5807&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4832093464831417279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=4832093464831417279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4832093464831417279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4832093464831417279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/45.html' title='# 45'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1265588792833410053</id><published>2008-10-12T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:12:15.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 91</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJYSISPWfI/AAAAAAAAEA8/85UIlxUIGic/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJYSISPWfI/AAAAAAAAEA8/85UIlxUIGic/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256360783579666930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little tired of getting on the scale every day and watching my weight fluctuate a half a pound here and 2 pounds there.  For better or worse.  When I started my Healthy Competition 5 weeks ago, I thought this would be a good time to stay off the scale.  Rather than watching myself loose a half a pound at the time, I thought I'd like to get on the scale after a month and see 5 pounds gone...so much more rewarding than the little bits here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got on the scale when my month was up and to my surprise and excitement, I had lost &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was certainly not expecting anything close to that.  And since then, I've been back on the scale daily. Some days I weigh a little more, others a little less.  Over all, I think I've lost another pound since then.  But getting on the scale daily is driving me bonkers (yet I'm addicted).  I think I'm going to try and stay off the scale more often.  A whole month was killing me, but maybe two weeks.  I love seeing big results much more than small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1265588792833410053?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1265588792833410053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1265588792833410053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1265588792833410053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1265588792833410053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/91.html' title='# 91'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJYSISPWfI/AAAAAAAAEA8/85UIlxUIGic/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-9066443284826683300</id><published>2008-10-12T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:03:22.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWwgIkrI/AAAAAAAAEA0/ZDlDJwXoHzY/s1600-h/IMG_4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWwgIkrI/AAAAAAAAEA0/ZDlDJwXoHzY/s320/IMG_4577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256359763583210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We built the awesomest fort EVER!  It was legendary.  Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it was a pretty great fort.  And to my surprise, Gray was the one who loved it best.  He was in it from the moment we began building it until the last blanket came down.  Even then, he cried some serious tears when we knocked that thing down after a few hours.  I just  couldn't imagine an 11 month old caring that much.  All the crazies had a good time.  We even had a little snack / picnic in there.  I should do this more often.  It took very little effort on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWU6yMHI/AAAAAAAAEAU/y5TKCCyzd-U/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWU6yMHI/AAAAAAAAEAU/y5TKCCyzd-U/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256359756178796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWVkWJGI/AAAAAAAAEAc/9Hsur8LWpKY/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWVkWJGI/AAAAAAAAEAc/9Hsur8LWpKY/s320/IMG_4586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256359756353119330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWglj9mI/AAAAAAAAEAk/Kc2zfCCCYJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWglj9mI/AAAAAAAAEAk/Kc2zfCCCYJ4/s320/IMG_4601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256359759311009378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWwj1iRI/AAAAAAAAEAs/Taig1CENJSc/s1600-h/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWwj1iRI/AAAAAAAAEAs/Taig1CENJSc/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256359763598739730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-9066443284826683300?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/9066443284826683300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=9066443284826683300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9066443284826683300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9066443284826683300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/28.html' title='# 28'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJXWwgIkrI/AAAAAAAAEA0/ZDlDJwXoHzY/s72-c/IMG_4577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-9197829380453967693</id><published>2008-10-12T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:57:08.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 9</title><content type='html'>I found my retainer AND wore it every night for a month. I have a permanent retainer on my top teeth, but never wear my removable one on the bottom.  My teeth have moved BIG TIME! I'm pretty proud of myself for this one.  I almost quit several times.  The first night, my teeth hurt so bad I couldn't sleep.  They hurt all day for an entire week.  It gave me headaches and kept me up at night.  Spencer tried to talk me into dropping this goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised at how quickly my teeth moved.  By the end of the month, my retainer was actually fitting.  My teeth look so much straighter.  Ahhh....this is why I wore braces for three years.  (Although it reminded me why I HATED it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I kept up this habit.  I have not worn it once since the month was up.  It is such an annoyance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-9197829380453967693?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/9197829380453967693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=9197829380453967693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9197829380453967693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/9197829380453967693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/9.html' title='# 9'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-698106978465344886</id><published>2008-10-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:52:16.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 67</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJUYF4o7DI/AAAAAAAAEAM/Xu-SwoRTMug/s1600-h/IMG_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJUYF4o7DI/AAAAAAAAEAM/Xu-SwoRTMug/s320/IMG_4510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256356487968123954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very adventurous with what I pleasure my palate.  I always want to be the kind of person that can try all kinds of new ethnic foods.  I'm jealous of people who enjoy it, but I really don't.  And Sushi.  I wish I liked it.  People who go out for sushi are always cool.  And sushi looks beautiful and fun to eat.  But I don't like it.  That was the purpose for this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer made Carbonade... a Belgian dish he picked up on his mission.  It doesn't look very adventurous.  But if you had smelled the smells starting in my kitchen and filling up my home, you'd know it was adventurous.  Especially for me.  It was very tender and better than I expected...but a little strong for my liking.  I'd probably eat it again, but don't think I'd order it if  I were out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-698106978465344886?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/698106978465344886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=698106978465344886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/698106978465344886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/698106978465344886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/67.html' title='# 67'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJUYF4o7DI/AAAAAAAAEAM/Xu-SwoRTMug/s72-c/IMG_4510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-4132828110504454589</id><published>2008-10-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:23:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJOniMxiqI/AAAAAAAAD-E/s44nufOVcKE/s1600-h/IMG_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJOniMxiqI/AAAAAAAAD-E/s44nufOVcKE/s320/IMG_4455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350156197038754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited a farmer's market.  I loved it. I went every Saturday for a few weeks after that.  Unfortunately it's just not as convenient as shopping at the store when I'm already there.  The produce was definitely better and for most of it, the prices were better too.  I need to try to work it in my Saturday routine every summer.  I think I especially loved it this year because we moved in the middle of the summer and didn't get to plant a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJOnZ4ePBI/AAAAAAAAD98/sbkT5fRYxNs/s1600-h/IMG_4447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJOnZ4ePBI/AAAAAAAAD98/sbkT5fRYxNs/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350153964403730" 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/3399032798304855701-4132828110504454589?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4132828110504454589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=4132828110504454589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4132828110504454589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4132828110504454589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/16.html' title='# 16'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJOniMxiqI/AAAAAAAAD-E/s44nufOVcKE/s72-c/IMG_4455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1345386772836555822</id><published>2008-10-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:09:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 92</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJLVxJ7N4I/AAAAAAAAD90/DgNOiSgoHgg/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJLVxJ7N4I/AAAAAAAAD90/DgNOiSgoHgg/s400/candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256346552439093122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sweets for 3 weeks. When I wrote this list, I wasn't expecting to do the competition again. But here I am in the midst of it and that made a few goals a little more attainable. So I made it...three weeks with no sweets. And though there are moments of weakness where I really miss sweets. I don't rely on them. I hope this continues after the competition is over. I know I can make it on less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did eat sweets on Sundays. When I made this list, I never intended to go without on Sundays. That's what the note at the bottom about leaving the list up to my own interpretation is for. I knew what I meant when I wrote it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1345386772836555822?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1345386772836555822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1345386772836555822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1345386772836555822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1345386772836555822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/92.html' title='# 92'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJLVxJ7N4I/AAAAAAAAD90/DgNOiSgoHgg/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-2989249271840099946</id><published>2008-10-12T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:08:35.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 89</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJLHqvGXzI/AAAAAAAAD9s/W7MYl49-XWI/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJLHqvGXzI/AAAAAAAAD9s/W7MYl49-XWI/s200/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256346310197796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Healthy Competition, I also ate three servings of veggies for two weeks. I cannot believe how good I feel. Though I never crave veggies, They fill me longer and give me so much more energy. It's funny how often people turn to caffeine for a pick me up when a few servings of fruits and veggies and a glass of water is so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-2989249271840099946?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2989249271840099946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=2989249271840099946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2989249271840099946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2989249271840099946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/89.html' title='# 89'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJLHqvGXzI/AAAAAAAAD9s/W7MYl49-XWI/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-7357984405197689267</id><published>2008-10-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:19:51.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 79...in progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJKtjajrHI/AAAAAAAAD9k/ixgl2LCekfM/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJKtjajrHI/AAAAAAAAD9k/ixgl2LCekfM/s200/100_1067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256345861555989618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called Tammy a couple weeks ago. She's about to have her first baby. It will turn her life upside down. Man I love Tammy. Our conversation elevated my mood up about ten notches. I could talk to Tammy forever. Tammy always amazes me. No matter what is going on in her life...and some pretty incredible things have gone on in her life...she is always so down to earth and level headed. She was so calm about being just a week away form her due date. I'm a sobbing heap of hormones that last week. It was so fun to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Katie/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-7357984405197689267?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7357984405197689267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=7357984405197689267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/7357984405197689267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/7357984405197689267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/79in-progress.html' title='# 79...in progress...'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJKtjajrHI/AAAAAAAAD9k/ixgl2LCekfM/s72-c/100_1067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-2212057780477933769</id><published>2008-10-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:02:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 53</title><content type='html'>I taught the crazies a new Primary song. "When We're Helping We're Happy" A new Family Home Evening favorite. And it makes for an easy lesson on service or something. I make the kids think of a way to help each family member and we act it out as we sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny side note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time we helped dad cook and mom mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hard time thinking of ways for the kids to help Grayden, but it usually involves giving him toys. Bringing him a diaper when he needs it or handing him his sippie cup is usually helping mom, not Gray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-2212057780477933769?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2212057780477933769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=2212057780477933769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2212057780477933769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2212057780477933769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/53.html' title='# 53'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-2107644711010842358</id><published>2008-10-12T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:01:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJJYUM6PUI/AAAAAAAAD9c/6HWmYPhtwXY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJJYUM6PUI/AAAAAAAAD9c/6HWmYPhtwXY/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256344397183335746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flossed daily for a whole month. Why was I not doing that before? It feels so good. I got really addicted. Like I HAD to have clean teeth. During this month, I was flossing several times a day. Why is this a hard habit to keep up. I love the way it feels. This is a habit now set in stone. Mission accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-2107644711010842358?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2107644711010842358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=2107644711010842358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2107644711010842358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/2107644711010842358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/90.html' title='# 90'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJJYUM6PUI/AAAAAAAAD9c/6HWmYPhtwXY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-4706711590949594835</id><published>2008-10-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:19:25.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 83...in progress...</title><content type='html'>I know it's lame that I have to make a goal to communicate with my brothers 6 measley times per year.  Even just six time is pathetic.  I get along great with both my brothers.  I love them.  And when we're together, we always have a great time.  So why is it that I have such a hard time picking up the phone and giving them a call.  It's just not a habit, but it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep updated on their lives through their blogs and my mom.  I need to talk to them first hand.  Sorry guys...you're one of my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September '08:  This is an easy time to remember to chat with Jeff.  Both of our birthdays are the same week. (Me 27, Jeff 24) It was just a short conversation, but always fun to hear from Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September '08:  Mike called me...I'm counting it.  He was watching the Buckeye game and we only get basic television.  He had to give me a few play by plays on how bad the Bucks were doing against Ohio University of all teams.  Don't worry.  We turned it around and won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August '08:  Spencer was gone at stake priesthood meeting.  The crazies were asleep.  I gave Mike a call.   Him and I have such different interests.  Sometimes conversation lulls.  Not the case this night.  We chatted forever.  We talked about old friends and fun memories and Dad.  I could have talked to Mike all night.  I really missed him after this conversation.  In fact, when Spencer came home and I was STILL on the phone with him, I was shocked to realize we'd been talking for well over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoVhcw2hII/AAAAAAAADdA/qmboS14S0yw/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoVhcw2hII/AAAAAAAADdA/qmboS14S0yw/s200/IMG_3564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231517581545211010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June '08: I got to see Mike in Utah.  He took us to dinner and the farm.&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;August '08: I called Jeff.  He's spending the summer in San Diego and finding a way to live life to it's fullest...as usual.&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/3399032798304855701-4706711590949594835?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4706711590949594835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=4706711590949594835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4706711590949594835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4706711590949594835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/83in-progress.html' title='# 83...in progress...'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoVhcw2hII/AAAAAAAADdA/qmboS14S0yw/s72-c/IMG_3564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-4510014414657223252</id><published>2008-10-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:57:33.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 32...in progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing creative AT ALL.  Parker had been begging to paint something over winter break and I finally got out wood scraps and let the crazies paint.  Fun enough.&lt;br /&gt;***add pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gingerbread houses.&lt;br /&gt;***add pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Made Indian Headresses for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;***add pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carved pumpkins, of course.&lt;br /&gt;***add pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September '08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just about missed September.  It was early evening on the last day of the month and Spencer reminded me.  We were so busy getting used to Parker's school schedule, I completely forgot.  Thanks Spence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw something together fast.  We cut out hair from magazines in the shape of mustaches and glued it to cardstock.  Anything to do with costumes goes over well.  And it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTgKZSCFI/AAAAAAAAD_k/jVVBb2ynn-w/s1600-h/IMG_5382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTgKZSCFI/AAAAAAAAD_k/jVVBb2ynn-w/s320/IMG_5382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355527106103378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTge-LmUI/AAAAAAAAD_s/dJ880XyFnXA/s1600-h/IMG_5384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTge-LmUI/AAAAAAAAD_s/dJ880XyFnXA/s320/IMG_5384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355532629580098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grady wanted nothing to do with the mustache but I HAD to have a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTgis_1qI/AAAAAAAAD_0/u092RMqXj_o/s1600-h/IMG_5387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTgis_1qI/AAAAAAAAD_0/u092RMqXj_o/s320/IMG_5387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355533631248034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTg9JhvSI/AAAAAAAAD_8/KMzMdeBqcwc/s1600-h/IMG_5393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTg9JhvSI/AAAAAAAAD_8/KMzMdeBqcwc/s320/IMG_5393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355540730232098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTg1W_MLI/AAAAAAAAEAE/3Rx-KyPoawY/s1600-h/IMG_5394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTg1W_MLI/AAAAAAAAEAE/3Rx-KyPoawY/s320/IMG_5394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355538639204530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August '08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The boys painted t-shirts.  Not really a creative one, but they had fun getting messy.  Reid got more paint on himself than on the t-shirt (on purpose).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ-u2AaCI/AAAAAAAAD-M/Ad9Svw7rOL4/s1600-h/IMG_4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ-u2AaCI/AAAAAAAAD-M/Ad9Svw7rOL4/s200/IMG_4611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352753751451682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ-jrKTcI/AAAAAAAAD-U/ZmIFkTm8Fnc/s1600-h/IMG_4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ-jrKTcI/AAAAAAAAD-U/ZmIFkTm8Fnc/s200/IMG_4619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352750753172930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ-9acM6I/AAAAAAAAD-c/OYn5f17E9-w/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ-9acM6I/AAAAAAAAD-c/OYn5f17E9-w/s200/IMG_4620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352757662364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ_FUmPUI/AAAAAAAAD-k/m2qtnLxi7jQ/s1600-h/IMG_4624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ_FUmPUI/AAAAAAAAD-k/m2qtnLxi7jQ/s200/IMG_4624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352759785340226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ_KxRFJI/AAAAAAAAD-s/M5YXKet3ne0/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJQ_KxRFJI/AAAAAAAAD-s/M5YXKet3ne0/s200/IMG_4632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352761247765650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJRJQOXEhI/AAAAAAAAD-0/tQZUWNcAvt0/s1600-h/IMG_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJRJQOXEhI/AAAAAAAAD-0/tQZUWNcAvt0/s200/IMG_4638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352934510662162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July '08:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We desperately needed crafts on our road trip to Utah.  So this went to my monthly activity.&lt;br /&gt;Foam sticker masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoTqkPKIYI/AAAAAAAADcw/oc3by627Baw/s1600-h/IMG_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoTqkPKIYI/AAAAAAAADcw/oc3by627Baw/s200/IMG_3747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231515539146940802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoTq4zUn6I/AAAAAAAADc4/EWFPVN1ItRg/s1600-h/IMG_3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoTq4zUn6I/AAAAAAAADc4/EWFPVN1ItRg/s200/IMG_3749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231515544667332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June '08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This month also came from the road trip.  I planned it that way.  Fun with pipe cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoSvr7NvRI/AAAAAAAADcg/9qsVg6xI6ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoSvr7NvRI/AAAAAAAADcg/9qsVg6xI6ZQ/s200/IMG_3143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231514527598492946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoSvynEe3I/AAAAAAAADco/QoiDtNiRckQ/s1600-h/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoSvynEe3I/AAAAAAAADco/QoiDtNiRckQ/s200/IMG_3153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231514529393048434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May '08: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stack full of Family Fun clippings full of fun kid crafts and activities.  I save them with intentions of doing them one day, but never do.  That's what inspired this goal.  Why don't I do them?  I thought it would be fun.  I like crafty things.  It would motivate me to do something new and constructive with my kids every month.  It might teach them some new fine motor skills...like cutting and painting and gluing and maybe develop their creative side...heaven knows they have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2J1knWWBI/AAAAAAAACZQ/UBYKyxyvl_8/s1600-h/IMG_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2J1knWWBI/AAAAAAAACZQ/UBYKyxyvl_8/s200/IMG_2713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205468297764952082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It didn't occur to me this would teach me patience...something I'm definitely lacking. I see these darling crafts in Family Fun.  I know how to do them.  Because they're easy crafts, I could put them together so quickly and they could turn out pretty nearly perfect.  But the point of this was to do it with my kids.  I let them pick from my file of clippings.  They of course chose my least favorite...airplanes.  Reid got marker EVERYWHERE.  They couldn't figure out the rubber band launching thing which turned into crying fits from Parker. They were more impatient then I was while waiting for me to cut and tape.  Let's just say it involved a lot of whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought this was going to be fun.  Silly me.  Maybe after 33 months of this, it will be fun...and maybe by February of 2011, I'll have learned some patience.  This is good for unexpected reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2J00nWV_I/AAAAAAAACZA/69SCB4i40bQ/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2J00nWV_I/AAAAAAAACZA/69SCB4i40bQ/s200/IMG_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205468284880050162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2J1UnWWAI/AAAAAAAACZI/mjELzLjdg2I/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2J1UnWWAI/AAAAAAAACZI/mjELzLjdg2I/s200/IMG_2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205468293469984770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You tape a bendy straw on the plane and launch them with a rubber band.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-4510014414657223252?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4510014414657223252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=4510014414657223252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4510014414657223252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/4510014414657223252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/32in-progress.html' title='# 32...in progress...'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SPJTgKZSCFI/AAAAAAAAD_k/jVVBb2ynn-w/s72-c/IMG_5382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-5994703807015528723</id><published>2008-08-06T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:04:58.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 21</title><content type='html'>As of today, I have folded laundry...on laundry day...for an entire month.  WAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoRoTGTZWI/AAAAAAAADcQ/BBny5fvfJiY/s1600-h/IMG_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoRoTGTZWI/AAAAAAAADcQ/BBny5fvfJiY/s400/IMG_4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231513301163402594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Picture me wrinkling my nose...Bewitched style.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoRoQevWuI/AAAAAAAADcY/zQDYijjLxMY/s1600-h/IMG_4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoRoQevWuI/AAAAAAAADcY/zQDYijjLxMY/s400/IMG_4109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231513300460591842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; easy.  But...it's not so bad if I do it as I go.  It only takes like 15 minutes per basket.  But a whole days worth takes way longer.  I used to always fold laundry.  I have been so bad since Gray was born.  Or more like...since I was pregnant with Gray.  It's SO NICE to get clean clothes out of my closet, rather than from a basket of wadded up laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trick?  I put the basket of clean clothes out in an annoying place...the middle of my living room, on my kitchen table, or on the kitchen counter.  If I leave it there, rather than taking it upstairs...it gets folded real quick.  I hope I can keep this up.  I much prefer life this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-5994703807015528723?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5994703807015528723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=5994703807015528723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/5994703807015528723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/5994703807015528723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/21.html' title='# 21'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoRoTGTZWI/AAAAAAAADcQ/BBny5fvfJiY/s72-c/IMG_4392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-702823509621174777</id><published>2008-08-06T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:53:19.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoO_8IW7zI/AAAAAAAADb4/xpo-MzaVOu4/s1600-h/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoO_8IW7zI/AAAAAAAADb4/xpo-MzaVOu4/s400/IMG_4427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231510408779984690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought three new pair of earrings.  One of which I am currently wearing...which explains the freckled back drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-702823509621174777?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/702823509621174777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=702823509621174777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/702823509621174777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/702823509621174777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/10.html' title='# 10'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoO_8IW7zI/AAAAAAAADb4/xpo-MzaVOu4/s72-c/IMG_4427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-6817329924090369820</id><published>2008-08-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:45:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 8</title><content type='html'>That's right...I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt;' myself some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoLYxib2rI/AAAAAAAADbo/9eb1sa0Gfe0/s1600-h/IMG_4376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoLYxib2rI/AAAAAAAADbo/9eb1sa0Gfe0/s400/IMG_4376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231506437386787506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how ratty my PJ's were.  I have several shirts that once belonged to one of my brothers.  We haven't lived under the same roof in nearly ten years.  That's how bad my PJ's were.  I have bought new PJ's since we've been married...but they've all been maternity.  And I do get a new pair every Christmas Eve, but flannel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; are WAY too hot for Texas summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I hate spending money on pajamas.  No one even sees them.  Even still, I picked these off the clearance rack at Target...I spent $15 total and came out with two pair of PJ's.  Not the cutest in the world, but a vast improvement from what I had been wearing. And I got them in time to take them on my trip to Utah so I didn't have to thoroughly embarrass myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoNJame-EI/AAAAAAAADbw/KNSUmKQ_wyo/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoNJame-EI/AAAAAAAADbw/KNSUmKQ_wyo/s400/IMG_4387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231508372554971202" 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/3399032798304855701-6817329924090369820?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6817329924090369820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=6817329924090369820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/6817329924090369820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/6817329924090369820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/8.html' title='# 8'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoLYxib2rI/AAAAAAAADbo/9eb1sa0Gfe0/s72-c/IMG_4376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-1904392086230771096</id><published>2008-08-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:29:21.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoK1_yFsAI/AAAAAAAADbg/Bt3yagM5HDo/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoK1_yFsAI/AAAAAAAADbg/Bt3yagM5HDo/s400/IMG_3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231505839915118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom took me to get a pedicure...one of our FAVORITE past times.  To me...it's completely self indulgent...in a good way.  It helps me relax and totally forget about my kids for an hour of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-1904392086230771096?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1904392086230771096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=1904392086230771096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1904392086230771096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/1904392086230771096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/3.html' title='# 3'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SJoK1_yFsAI/AAAAAAAADbg/Bt3yagM5HDo/s72-c/IMG_3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-5695158975394962854</id><published>2008-05-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:35:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 25</title><content type='html'>We got out of the house everyday last week.  It was a nice change of scenery for me. I spend way too much time within the walls of our house.  I don't get out as much since Gray has been around. Packing up three small kids in a car (then out, then in, then out again) is too much hassle.  It was fun to make myself get out and do things, but it was an exhausting week.  Chores piled up at home.  It made me realize I should do it more often though.  Not every day out of the week, but I CAN in fact handle three kids in public and we do have fun.  Truthfully, there were far less tantrums at the playground, pool, and library than there would have been at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we made it to see Horton Hears a Who, to the park, the pool, the library, Denny's, Sam's Club, church, the mall playground, and the tennis courts.  I tried to remember my camera everywhere, but I didn't.  I took pictures on my cell, but I'm lame and don't know how to download them to my computer.   So here's (most of) our week in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2K70nWWCI/AAAAAAAACZY/peh9m2HDgYk/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2K70nWWCI/AAAAAAAACZY/peh9m2HDgYk/s200/IMG_2207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205469504650762274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2K8UnWWDI/AAAAAAAACZg/d-kHSVWizj0/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2K8UnWWDI/AAAAAAAACZg/d-kHSVWizj0/s200/IMG_2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205469513240696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2K8knWWEI/AAAAAAAACZo/On62VZjegi4/s1600-h/IMG_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2K8knWWEI/AAAAAAAACZo/On62VZjegi4/s200/IMG_2244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205469517535664194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2M1UnWWNI/AAAAAAAACaw/KA_RO3iF4tc/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2M1UnWWNI/AAAAAAAACaw/KA_RO3iF4tc/s200/IMG_2255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205471592004868306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2M1knWWOI/AAAAAAAACa4/1emcg-2coeE/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2M1knWWOI/AAAAAAAACa4/1emcg-2coeE/s200/IMG_2267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205471596299835618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2M2EnWWPI/AAAAAAAACbA/OzJ12Nei4gw/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2M2EnWWPI/AAAAAAAACbA/OzJ12Nei4gw/s200/IMG_2268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205471604889770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2Pg0nWWWI/AAAAAAAACb4/EQ7ys5KbESQ/s1600-h/IMG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2Pg0nWWWI/AAAAAAAACb4/EQ7ys5KbESQ/s200/IMG_2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205474538352433506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2PgUnWWVI/AAAAAAAACbw/fpCJ06gdaYY/s1600-h/IMG_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2PgUnWWVI/AAAAAAAACbw/fpCJ06gdaYY/s200/IMG_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205474529762498898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2PhknWWXI/AAAAAAAACcA/fwdiJRPZWAI/s1600-h/IMG_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SD2PhknWWXI/AAAAAAAACcA/fwdiJRPZWAI/s200/IMG_2320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205474551237335410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-3405056966633187204</id><published>2008-05-21T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:35:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 97</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDR7-dy7LqI/AAAAAAAACRA/pq8Oxzy8Hlo/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDR7-dy7LqI/AAAAAAAACRA/pq8Oxzy8Hlo/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202919782600093346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out today to find some Fun-Dip candy.  It reminds me of childhood so I enjoyed it with the crazies.  Reid LOVED it.  Parker liked it.  Gray acted like he wasn't so sure, but begged for more.  While at the candy shop, Parker found a candy necklace.  That seemed to fit the theme...it reminds me of being a kid.  So I bought him one.  Reid didn't want one.  I was excluding him. It was actually a really fun outing.  I can't remember the last time I went into a candy store.  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width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDR9SNy7LvI/AAAAAAAACRo/Qc7sA5LaFiI/s200/IMG_2331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202921221414137586" border="0" /&gt;&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/3399032798304855701-3405056966633187204?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3405056966633187204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=3405056966633187204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/3405056966633187204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/3405056966633187204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/97.html' title='# 97'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDR7-dy7LqI/AAAAAAAACRA/pq8Oxzy8Hlo/s72-c/IMG_2323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-3517932594349271914</id><published>2008-05-21T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:35:20.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 46</title><content type='html'>I can cross my first item off my list.  Last night I called in a voted for my favorite American Idol for the first time ever.  I have to admit it was really fun.  It gave me a little rush.  It was addicting.  I just kept hitting redial until I had voted for David Cook like 35 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDQxkty7LZI/AAAAAAAACO4/7_Yg5aKjVYc/s1600-h/GLcooksmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDQxkty7LZI/AAAAAAAACO4/7_Yg5aKjVYc/s320/GLcooksmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202837976358006162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've done my part, I think I'll be even more upset than usual if he doesn't win.  Normally, I get annoyed when my choice gets the boot, but I never do anything about it.  I finally have.  It was just a shame David Archuletta wowed the judges so well last night.  I thought Cook was smoking...but Archuletta got the better reaction.  That quite often tends to determine the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archuletta bugs me to no end.  So Spencer decided to call in and vote for him last night...since I was so set on voting for Cook.  Stinker.  Thankfully, he only voted one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I played a part in determining the winner, I'm looking forward to the results show more than ever. The only thing we can say for sure at this point is that David will definitely win tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;****As a side note, my voting paid off.  Cook won by 12 million votes.  He had 56% of the votes.  Not too shabby.  IT was a humorous source of contention for Spencer and I.  We can't ever seem to agree on music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3399032798304855701-3517932594349271914?l=definingkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3517932594349271914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3399032798304855701&amp;postID=3517932594349271914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/3517932594349271914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3399032798304855701/posts/default/3517932594349271914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/46.html' title='# 46'/><author><name>everyday katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/TNQtVDDpMcI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/wCwiKlYp7tg/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcV1ZlQbn4Y/SDQxkty7LZI/AAAAAAAACO4/7_Yg5aKjVYc/s72-c/GLcooksmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3399032798304855701.post-8064791458476012759</id><published>2008-05-12T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:00:08.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Katie; 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101 things to do in 1001 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start date: May 13, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end date: February 7, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In an effort to find myself...to recognize that I'm doing more than just sitting at home with the kids all day, (and to make myself do more than just sit home with the kids all day) I'm beginning a list.  A list of 101 things to accomplish in 1001 days. This is not my life list of things I want to do before I die, but just a list of things to do to feel better about myself.  A list of things I need to stop putting off until tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bringing Sexy Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.    Buy an impractical pair of shoes just because I love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.    Get an expensive haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;3.    Get a pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.    Develop a better skin care routine and stick to it for a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.    Paint and take care of my fingernails for one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;6.    Fit into 1 item from my box of skinny clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.    Whiten my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;8.    Get myself some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;’s (sometime other than Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;9.    Find my retainer and wear it every night for a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;10.    Acquire some new jewelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11.    Buy some cute workout clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12.    Change the majority of the light bulbs in the house to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CFL&lt;/span&gt;’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13.    Put a soda bottle in each toilet tank so save water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14.    Cook an entirely organic meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15.    Plant sweet peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;16.    Buy produce at a farmers market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Releasing My Inner Domestic Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Finish my Heart Crazies quilt that I started in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;18.    Sew myself something to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19.    Cook a new food every day for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20.    Learn to bake bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;21.    Fold laundry immediately after I take it out of the dryer for a whole month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Decorate Parker and Reid's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crazies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;23.    Make each kid a new costume for the costume box (sometime other than Halloween)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24.    Go to Chuck E. Cheese (or something like it) for no reason at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;25.    Get out of the house with the kids everyday for one week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26.    Buy something from the ice cream man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27.    Take the kids to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;28.    Build an awesome fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29.    Teach the kids to write their names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30.    Make my kids a chore chart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31.    Throw a party for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;32. Plan a monthly craft / activity (out of the norm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just For Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33.    Paint a wall orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34.    Learn to play a new song on the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35.    Host at least 5 parties (for any occasion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36.    Get away with Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;37.    Go to a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;38.    Buy myself flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39.    Get pillows for my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40.    See a movie by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;41.    Go camping…include s’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;42.    Start my business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;43.    Go roller skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;44.    Go see a guy movie with Spence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;45.    Relearn a song on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;46. Call in and vote for my favorite American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;47.    Buy something from a thrift store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;48.    Get something new for my kitchen table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;49.    Go antique shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;50.    Wear a costume somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. Perform something (I'm not sure what just yet)&lt;br /&gt;52. Apply for a writing job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;53.    Teach the kids a new primary song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;54.    Share church material...a Book of Mormon, a pass along card, a video...whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55.    Attend a convert baptism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;56.    Make a non-member friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;57.    Keep a scripture journal everyday for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;58.    Read the Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;59.    Say an entire prayer of gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60.    Get a new temple dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;61.    Study my patriarchal blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;62.    Read the Doctrine and Covenants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Act Natural; things I should have been doing already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63.    Revisit a budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;64.    Make a food storage plan and get started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;65.    Do the dishes every night for a week without complaining or asking for acknowledgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;66.    Go a whole day with no TV (weekday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;67.    Try a totally new food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;68.    Read a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;69.    Learn all the functions on my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;70.    Make my bed everyday for a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;71.    Attend at least 5 community events (workshop, recitals, classes, lectures, seminars, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;72.    Get rid of some toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Re-organize my files of magazine clippings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scatter Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;74.    Take the boys to visit a nursing home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;75.    Run a 5K for a cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;76.    Call Grandma 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;77.    Write notes to 10 people I admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;78.    Write a missionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;79.    Call 5 old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;80.    Send Christmas cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;81.    Send a birthday card to every niece and nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;82.    Bake cupcakes for some one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;83. Touch base with my brothers at least every other month (or 6 times a year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;84.    Volunteer in the classroom (Parker will be in school by the time I'm finished with this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;85.    Send homemade Valentine’s to people I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;86.    Make a calendar of birthdays I should remember (and remember them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;87.    Go 3 whole days with no negativity (not necessarily in a row)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For The Health Of It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;88. Run a half marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;89. Eat 3 servings of vegetables everyday for two weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;90. Floss everyday for a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;91. Stay off the scale for a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;92. Go 3 weeks with no sweets (3 weeks in 1 week intervals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;93.    Visit the dentist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;94.    Get a physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memory Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;95. Get a family picture taken&lt;br /&gt;96. Organize my pictures in something other than a card board box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;97. Find a candy that reminds me of childhood and enjoy it with the crazies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;98. Finish two blog books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;99. Scan in pictures from an old family album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100. Download 10 songs that bring back fun memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;101. 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