<?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-9144082664348521777</id><updated>2011-10-27T11:56:22.235-07:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/So2Y4VQlJ8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/JB5TX1Fzhfo/s320/DSCF2347.JPG'/><title type='text'>Delightfully Rotten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-5292807249360579083</id><published>2011-07-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:54:35.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment 104</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkOrGSugJ3s/Th3pHwoCFfI/AAAAAAAABQc/JRIBAGWqSus/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkOrGSugJ3s/Th3pHwoCFfI/AAAAAAAABQc/JRIBAGWqSus/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628911428804154866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(at one of my doors)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am finally unpacked, settled, organized, and comfy in Apartment 104! Welcome to my new 1920's apartment nestled in downtown Chattanooga. It has changed my way of living. I walk to work, I walk everywhere in fact, I have to go home- parents home- to do laundry, I never have the same parking spot, I hear all the downtown parties, and dinner is always at my fingertips if there is nothing in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life has been good in 104, minus the kitchen flooding. But all that is under control and I am back to living calmly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My walls are white, which I hate. Mainly because I love color and because all of my main pieces of furniture are also white. Until I can get some things out to my dads to destress and add pops of color, that is. I really love little details and I feel that I have found a few within my 4 walls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a very small place, for me the smaller the better. However, it was not so easy getting used to the bathroom and not having an outlet. That is until I thankfully stumbled across one....You will never guess where it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the tour:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oP4LbCv8Ybs/Th2yOwpBCWI/AAAAAAAABQM/AY6NyokWXmQ/s1600/IMG_1078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oP4LbCv8Ybs/Th2yOwpBCWI/AAAAAAAABQM/AY6NyokWXmQ/s400/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628851075927837026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Table centerpeice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMAcrP0AYtI/Th2x50J-oDI/AAAAAAAABQE/MAww7Z6xS9M/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMAcrP0AYtI/Th2x50J-oDI/AAAAAAAABQE/MAww7Z6xS9M/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850716094144562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This basket is a secret hiding place for shoes. I am still deciding what to hang on the wall.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyAnTMANJ94/Th2x5lz8ytI/AAAAAAAABP8/yeU8X4whIQ8/s1600/IMG_1081.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyAnTMANJ94/Th2x5lz8ytI/AAAAAAAABP8/yeU8X4whIQ8/s400/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850712243653330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1FuUKXQ_eI/Th2x5WMynJI/AAAAAAAABP0/HtprvBhb0ug/s1600/IMG_1082.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1FuUKXQ_eI/Th2x5WMynJI/AAAAAAAABP0/HtprvBhb0ug/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850708052876434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This table was a yard sale find from a family of a girl I work with. I am going to destress it a little more and get the chairs out of storage one of these days....and yes, the walls will be covered and the heart bench will also be destressed and there will be no heart! It is from my parents house from way back in the day when hearts were all the southern rage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYDi7ASKss4/Th2x5HXfTWI/AAAAAAAABPs/zks37mwCkYY/s1600/IMG_1084.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYDi7ASKss4/Th2x5HXfTWI/AAAAAAAABPs/zks37mwCkYY/s400/IMG_1084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850704071216482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JFAI_y0mBos/Th2x42ugK_I/AAAAAAAABPk/dC5AcXGyjog/s1600/IMG_1085.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JFAI_y0mBos/Th2x42ugK_I/AAAAAAAABPk/dC5AcXGyjog/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850699604339698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a vintage trunk found at an Antique store. It has all the original hardware on it and it has become a great piece for such a small apartment.....it is great for storage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVQqGPJFVZw/Th2xV3uCX4I/AAAAAAAABPc/eFSqDwrdnuw/s1600/IMG_1086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVQqGPJFVZw/Th2xV3uCX4I/AAAAAAAABPc/eFSqDwrdnuw/s400/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850098575400834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rv4rs1FG_k/Th2xVj2HC9I/AAAAAAAABPU/9onWObb_U7Y/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rv4rs1FG_k/Th2xVj2HC9I/AAAAAAAABPU/9onWObb_U7Y/s400/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850093240552402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from my couch. My bedroom is not complete, I haven't even really started on it. I just cannot decide what I want to do in here yet.....I can promise you the walls will have things on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4e3oF1k2Hs/Th2xVQF3a5I/AAAAAAAABPM/VGq7k3zLWt0/s1600/IMG_1088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4e3oF1k2Hs/Th2xVQF3a5I/AAAAAAAABPM/VGq7k3zLWt0/s400/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850087937928082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I like to call my locker room. I have hung pictures with twine and clothes pins to display all the trips we have been on. I didn't have a place for photo albums so I covered the wall with pictures! The hope chest my dad had made for me when I was in middle school. I love this piece and so thankful I have it. I love burlap, therefor a potato bag was needed as a pillow! The baskets hold everything a girl would need in the bathroom. There are no shelves or cabinets in the bathroom so I have to make my own. So far, it is working! The glass vases are for all the flowers I always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQnQNn983u0/Th2xVLfMZ1I/AAAAAAAABPE/g1yo49pKmvw/s1600/IMG_1089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQnQNn983u0/Th2xVLfMZ1I/AAAAAAAABPE/g1yo49pKmvw/s400/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850086701983570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiiRtL2DQFI/Th2xU-mpVEI/AAAAAAAABO8/unt00LPwtCQ/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiiRtL2DQFI/Th2xU-mpVEI/AAAAAAAABO8/unt00LPwtCQ/s400/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628850083243578434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teeny Tiny bathroom! Make shift basket for towels until I can find a small enough table to put in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdS_UNSO5hg/Th2w7H9GnVI/AAAAAAAABO0/b_sxPE3shvQ/s1600/IMG_1091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdS_UNSO5hg/Th2w7H9GnVI/AAAAAAAABO0/b_sxPE3shvQ/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849639077092690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just another view of my room but really, I just wanted you to see the entry way to the kitchen. Yep, you gotta go through the bedroom! I am sure this was meant for the dining room back in the day but now, it is a bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bXxK3kC_B0/Th2w68sVMNI/AAAAAAAABOs/yejXQlaKIB8/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bXxK3kC_B0/Th2w68sVMNI/AAAAAAAABOs/yejXQlaKIB8/s400/IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849636053954770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of my books and a few of my favorite keepsakes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0cebAazJCI/Th2wedk_bSI/AAAAAAAABOM/RkhUiHPvIIo/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0cebAazJCI/Th2wedk_bSI/AAAAAAAABOM/RkhUiHPvIIo/s400/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849146665332002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen sink and spices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbKwBFUDWGY/Th2wd8FYXiI/AAAAAAAABN8/lqH5K-mavyg/s1600/IMG_1099.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbKwBFUDWGY/Th2wd8FYXiI/AAAAAAAABN8/lqH5K-mavyg/s400/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849137674378786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baskets have been the best for me when dealing with storage. In here you will find plastic cups and tupperware.  The pug pic is out of a magazine, it looks just like a friends dog who I call baby seal! So it is there to give to her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7czOUkDCts/Th2wc8U7CLI/AAAAAAAABN0/RtVbYCrwWz4/s1600/IMG_1100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7czOUkDCts/Th2wc8U7CLI/AAAAAAAABN0/RtVbYCrwWz4/s400/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849120559696050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen cabinets....wine rack......coffee maker. These cabinets are kinda cruddy and appear to have been painted maybe 20 times. But they are doing their job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19eLSuhJ4Qw/Th2ta0nFlkI/AAAAAAAABNk/9d3vs-5b6K4/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19eLSuhJ4Qw/Th2ta0nFlkI/AAAAAAAABNk/9d3vs-5b6K4/s400/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628845785593779778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;View from my bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_1sggQtgeg/Th2tZxjkOaI/AAAAAAAABNE/zZjvlsz13ng/s400/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628845767593834914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the view from the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few little details I wanted to show....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_WTMWWUYeU/Th2wcvGBxJI/AAAAAAAABNs/9ICtt5K8P_A/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite succulent! And Carrie Bradshaw books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1koDUE8pew/Th2w6t4HSuI/AAAAAAAABOk/FkebAaUXb-c/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849632076843746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's on my nightstand.....well, minus my book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCx5xMLON30/Th2w6BZBg_I/AAAAAAAABOU/MmwyVC6hMTc/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849620135281650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Elephant measuring cups, what everyone needs in their kitchen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWOGbScaY2I/Th2weGyaymI/AAAAAAAABOE/P5YvKW-XW4g/s400/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849140547635810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jewel's food and water bowls for when she comes to visit. Or when any dog comes to visit because I don't have my own at this place. It kinda just makes me feel better knowing they are there, I have never been without an animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_WTMWWUYeU/Th2wcvGBxJI/AAAAAAAABNs/9ICtt5K8P_A/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_WTMWWUYeU/Th2wcvGBxJI/AAAAAAAABNs/9ICtt5K8P_A/s400/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849117007561874" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite childhood book that has so much meaning to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_WTMWWUYeU/Th2wcvGBxJI/AAAAAAAABNs/9ICtt5K8P_A/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u19bBFO8cyk/Th2tavSZooI/AAAAAAAABNc/hwXPtMQRhFA/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u19bBFO8cyk/Th2tavSZooI/AAAAAAAABNc/hwXPtMQRhFA/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628845784164835970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old vintage suitcases. I cannot help but think that whoever lived here in the 20's had these stored in their closet. They are also an antique store find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Frv3JcctdcY/Th2taKo8xTI/AAAAAAAABNU/LLwfpotbOBI/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Frv3JcctdcY/Th2taKo8xTI/AAAAAAAABNU/LLwfpotbOBI/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628845774327301426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the shoe basket. I am not one of those that makes you take your shoes off when you come in. This is for me to grab and go...there will be snow boots in there soon enough. But I also keep my house shoes in there for the quickness of getting to them. But since I walk to work, these are mainly my weather or walking shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xE6V5JvS0o/Th2taAXQ8GI/AAAAAAAABNM/UL5Vh4j89M8/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xE6V5JvS0o/Th2taAXQ8GI/AAAAAAAABNM/UL5Vh4j89M8/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628845771568771170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chattanooga book and succulents! Daniel gave me this little addition, it is perfect for out of town guest to look through. Especially since I live in the heart of downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCCbfhsjNtg/Th2w6Q75e7I/AAAAAAAABOc/y4KJ9xHBgb8/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628849624308087730" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_1sggQtgeg/Th2tZxjkOaI/AAAAAAAABNE/zZjvlsz13ng/s1600/IMG_1109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little giraffe is a knob I added to a table. You can find him at anthropologie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQL5A_1Gjps/Th2r2NisgVI/AAAAAAAABM8/7_KPavqLVNc/s1600/IMG_1111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQL5A_1Gjps/Th2r2NisgVI/AAAAAAAABM8/7_KPavqLVNc/s400/IMG_1111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628844057119457618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COW HIDE! I have been wanting one of these for a very long time. I saw one on a wall at a restaurant and fell in love with the idea, thankfully Daniel remembered and got me just what I had been looking for for my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQATiwYlzhM/Th2r1rqoBHI/AAAAAAAABM0/8baINCZRh8E/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQATiwYlzhM/Th2r1rqoBHI/AAAAAAAABM0/8baINCZRh8E/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628844048025912434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a painting my best friends dad painted and gave to me. This was actually a scene from a trip we all went on together. The orchid is a house warming gift from Daniel's mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-gIqJVmW1Y/Th2r1YwageI/AAAAAAAABMs/WdnsoSeNYCE/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-gIqJVmW1Y/Th2r1YwageI/AAAAAAAABMs/WdnsoSeNYCE/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628844042949919202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The staples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my closet. I have to walk through the living room/dining room to get to it so yes, you can only imagine my hectic mornings and me running through with just panties and a bra : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ma1X7IHCHFE/Th2r1LsGsOI/AAAAAAAABMk/g9hY3fBsj9k/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ma1X7IHCHFE/Th2r1LsGsOI/AAAAAAAABMk/g9hY3fBsj9k/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628844039442182370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every knob in the place is the old, charming, glass knob. I have falling in love with these! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzfETqo63v4/Th2r04y--5I/AAAAAAAABMc/FrPRTxdFd4g/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzfETqo63v4/Th2r04y--5I/AAAAAAAABMc/FrPRTxdFd4g/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628844034370763666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I love mason jars and books. I wanted to keep the apartment in it's year and bring lots of vintage pieces to it. I think it will be every changing and moving around but for now, it is where I want it to be. I still have a few things to do, but all in time. I will get there, I just hope it is not right before I leave : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-5292807249360579083?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/5292807249360579083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/07/apartment-104.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5292807249360579083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5292807249360579083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/07/apartment-104.html' title='Apartment 104'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkOrGSugJ3s/Th3pHwoCFfI/AAAAAAAABQc/JRIBAGWqSus/s72-c/IMG_1079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-2283098820435975606</id><published>2011-06-28T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:37:55.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m6BUBg9avQ/TgoRPgTdzHI/AAAAAAAABMU/B4nxqStyw4k/s1600/51035786_TTGVFP8t_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m6BUBg9avQ/TgoRPgTdzHI/AAAAAAAABMU/B4nxqStyw4k/s400/51035786_TTGVFP8t_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623326042792774770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope this little guy makes you smile on such a dreary day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-2283098820435975606?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/2283098820435975606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/adorable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2283098820435975606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2283098820435975606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/adorable.html' title='Adorable'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m6BUBg9avQ/TgoRPgTdzHI/AAAAAAAABMU/B4nxqStyw4k/s72-c/51035786_TTGVFP8t_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1242257247392307523</id><published>2011-06-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:55:06.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought my elementary school days had come to an end, I was wrong. I thought that getting chicken pox and pink eye was all over with until I realized that I have fallen victim to the dreaded pink eye. I didn't itch, but yet I have swollen up like I have been punched in the face or stung by a bee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all began when I woke up with red and swollen eyes. I figured I just slept hard and it would wear off through the morning. WRONG. After I left work, like normal, I took a nap. Waking up an hour later and feeling terrible, I rolled over and slept for another hour only to wake up with runny eyes, blurred vision, and more swelling. I accepted that I indeed had pink eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After crying over how bad and scary I looked, not only with my eye but my hair too.....this is the second time I have had to cancel a much needed hair appointment, I made my eye worse. Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye drops, ibuprofen, and heated wash clothes are my latest medicines. After all, there is no need to have it spread to the other eye too. I have washed my hands so many times they are cracking. I have Lysoled everything I have touched, changed all my towels and pillow cases daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been an experience, and let me just say, it is much better to have it in 3rd grade because you miss school, you have someone to take care of you, and you can complain about the eye drops. Now if I complain, I just make it harder on myself and there is no one there to help me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maybe I am not getting older but maybe the opposite? Could I really be getting younger? I think this might be a good thing after all : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, there will be no scary photos in this post of my eye. I am quite frightening to look at at the moment but I hope this medicine does the trick and I don't have to go into hiding any longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1242257247392307523?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1242257247392307523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/pink-eye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1242257247392307523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1242257247392307523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1236616294197207121</id><published>2011-06-22T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:50:32.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Rico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Faw5n63cxU8/TgI0JQEXThI/AAAAAAAABK8/ty0l_pDojhI/s1600/IMG_0861.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Faw5n63cxU8/TgI0JQEXThI/AAAAAAAABK8/ty0l_pDojhI/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621112618448539154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Puerto Rico......what a beautiful place. We loved it and would recommend everyone to go. It's part of the Caribbean and you don't need a passport, or change money to go there. The water is so blue that is really just holds different shades of color. It's surrounded by mountains and big rocks in the water so it makes a great relaxing scene to read a book. We went to the Rain Forest, Bio Bay, The Famous Kiosks, and snorkeling. We spent our last night in Old San Juan and I just fell in love with the way of life there. If only I could afford to have a tiny apartment on the pebble stone roads........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DCKvTLWxYj8/TgI07FJkkaI/AAAAAAAABL8/vtK9dbTTsAo/s400/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113474511049122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some pretty interesting food choices when dinning out. I am a boring, bland eater but DJM is all about a new taste! Here is a red snapper, and the local dish Mofongo. It is made with plantains and any thing you want from chicken, fish, shrimp, beef, pork, stuffed in it with rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rK2gb3_IYjM/TgI0IpY-gCI/AAAAAAAABK0/TybqLn4-uOY/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621112608066011170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1so8Z3YfXo/TgI0qGq-MlI/AAAAAAAABLk/0oJ0HgcYZMU/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113182861800018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Our snorkeling trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJTvHWg-k8M/TgI0KRTn0dI/AAAAAAAABLM/YBiNiUSU6SE/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621112635960840658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3pcD_i-NE/TgI0p_-X_5I/AAAAAAAABLc/0q-nhfZKriU/s400/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113181064134546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While in Old San Juan, we visited the fortresses that Christopher Columbus fought in. This is the view from on battle place over the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_SOgKccAfI/TgI0qYC0UXI/AAAAAAAABLs/w7uAc_BmPOs/s400/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113187525218674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about humidity....I mean, really. Could I glisten any more and my hair be any closer to my brain?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBIS1KR6xFM/TgI07QjQw0I/AAAAAAAABME/kbRQBPTPgo8/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113477571593026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bird was quite friendly for a while. Until he pretty much gocked my head off and I went jumping through my skin. Dang birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o33Nu7Nlkps/TgI0Jw7lQhI/AAAAAAAABLE/L2E5SF2z9Ro/s400/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621112627270074898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Beautiful view of the Rain Forest. The guy is pretty cute too : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fg54pux5Iu8/TgI0IWus8FI/AAAAAAAABKs/hmSctRw6K5M/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621112603056861266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is the court house and post office in Old San Juan. Daniel believes that no picture is good unless someone is in it. Therefore, the look on my face is hurry up and take the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOESTHBMYec/TgI0qv_MYoI/AAAAAAAABL0/30kCOdX95jA/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113193952469634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our last night on vacation. We stayed in an amazing hotel for 1 night in Old San Juan, and this picture was taken on the roof where there is a hot tube, lounge chairs, and a great view of the city. Too bad it's so dark, it would have made you jump on the first plane out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvO1Rubyh6k/TgI07sn3IrI/AAAAAAAABMM/p2nSqAtcUA8/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113485107077810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And last but no least, our awesome rental car for the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0537BCYzcjI/TgI0pjnDlWI/AAAAAAAABLU/8Mr1OioRUcc/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621113173450134882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1236616294197207121?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1236616294197207121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/puerto-rico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1236616294197207121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1236616294197207121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/puerto-rico.html' title='Puerto Rico'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Faw5n63cxU8/TgI0JQEXThI/AAAAAAAABK8/ty0l_pDojhI/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7257146642486877924</id><published>2011-06-22T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:14:33.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Breath Away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68gllASiKWA/TgIwh8vuPVI/AAAAAAAABKk/k-dcBvYTrss/s1600/french-flower-market.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68gllASiKWA/TgIwh8vuPVI/AAAAAAAABKk/k-dcBvYTrss/s400/french-flower-market.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621108644711906642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This French Style Flower Market literally did just that! These Peonies are so lush I could just fall right into them. Talk about beautiful! And just a side note, this is my 100th post! Couldn't think of a better way to do it  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7257146642486877924?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7257146642486877924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-my-breath-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7257146642486877924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7257146642486877924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-my-breath-away.html' title='Take My Breath Away.....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68gllASiKWA/TgIwh8vuPVI/AAAAAAAABKk/k-dcBvYTrss/s72-c/french-flower-market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-6473877328522883860</id><published>2011-06-22T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:44:09.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything But Mine</title><content type='html'>The weather is warm, the sun has been shining, the flowers are blooming, flip flops are out and about, ice cream is sweeter, and the beach is in sight. Around this time every year, I can't help but think of my favorite summer anthem: "Anything But Mine." I have a secret dream of being a song writer, and if I could have written any song, it would have been this one....along with a few others of course. This song just screams summer and always brings a smile to my face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see Kenny Chesney's summer tour a few weeks back in Atlanta with some girlfriends in tow. Kenny is a wonderful kick off to summer and no show is complete for me without this song. Of course I feel that way about most of his songs : ) But this one holds a special place in my heart. It was one of the first songs Daniel and I ever danced to. We were at the beach and there was a cover band who played this song. It was about 3 years ago and it still feels like this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-6473877328522883860?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/6473877328522883860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/anything-but-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6473877328522883860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6473877328522883860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/06/anything-but-mine.html' title='Anything But Mine'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1304662086146141052</id><published>2011-04-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:13:51.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of 27</title><content type='html'>It's official, I am another year closer to 30. I am 27. I have decided that 27 should be a new experience, a new take on life. Lots of things will be happening in this year: I will be flying for the first time in my life (I know, shocking....I am quite embarrassed by this fact), I will be living by myself, (no roommate), I actually get to use my passport, and I will not be driving to work due to my new downtown home, just to name a few. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am anxious to see what "The Year Of 27," will bring me. It's only the beginning and I am looking forward to the ride! Here's to climbing the hill to 30 (eek!).....slowly I hope : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to celebrating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1304662086146141052?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1304662086146141052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-of-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1304662086146141052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1304662086146141052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-of-27.html' title='The Year of 27'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-6972582953714648925</id><published>2011-04-21T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:57:58.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Use Facebook</title><content type='html'>I mean, there has to be at least once a week (if not more) where I am so sick of what I see on FB that I want to come off of it. Why must people display their very personal life and all the details that go along with it? No one cares! I think pictures are great, I enjoy looking at the lives of my friends and their families, pets, friends, etc. However, there has got to be a line drawn at some point. Am I right people or I am RIGHT! FB is not a place to share your deepest darkest secrets or your life sad sob story. Why do people feel it is ok to unravel a relationship that is no good anymore I will never understand. Or talk about breast feeding....you have blogs for that and close friends to talk over dinner or on the phone with! And must I forget, the overly lovey dovey status that go on and on with baby talk and misspelled words just to elaborate how you feel. As always, it is only written by the boy or girl- can't you just text and make it private!?!?! Sometimes I don't want to know what your nickname is, or what you did last night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I use FB: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posting pictures of my current life events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling my "friends" Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulating when called for. (baby, engagement, wedding, new job)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing on a friends wall letting them know I am thinking of them, or just wanting to say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posting funny videos....and this is rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that FB could be more private and get back to how it used to be. What happened to letting everyone and their mother (yes, my mom too) on FB? It was designed to maintain contact with friends while in college. Please tell me why High Schoolers need it? Or even Middle Schoolers? Is there not enough gossip through the halls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I have something personal to write or tell.....I sound off just like this on my blog. Where no one has to read it if they don't want too. Heck, they don't even see it. I cannot tell you how many "friends" I have blocked off of my news feed for the shear reason of too much info, cussing, posting stupid boom box crap, or just annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could stop the FB world of being so sucked in....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-6972582953714648925?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/6972582953714648925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-use-facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6972582953714648925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6972582953714648925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-use-facebook.html' title='How I Use Facebook'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-2124207604509310567</id><published>2011-04-20T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:50:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Addition Has Only Gotten Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvbZLxb8ug0/Ta8nk_7F9rI/AAAAAAAABIY/8BRYkBlqHBI/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvbZLxb8ug0/Ta8nk_7F9rI/AAAAAAAABIY/8BRYkBlqHBI/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597736378432878258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have already come clean about my addiction to Lady Gaga, and after seeing her live, I don't stand a chance of losing the thrill and excitement I get from her music. Now, I do believe it is not just the music, it is her too! Her Monster Ball Tour is out of this world great. There is nothing to compare it too, she is on her own level....and I don't only mean how crazy she is, her talent is untouchable. She is real, she can dance, and her body is banging, and as she stated in the show "she always sings live, never will I lipsync......" this had to be a dig on Brittany Spears as well as the other teeny boppers. Even though Brittany will always hold a special place in my heart, Lady Gaga has now taking a big chunk of that over. Brittany doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to Gaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3o9Seo2-lrM/Ta8nlPZItEI/AAAAAAAABIg/JAMB-QUt7Ec/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597736382585418818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0Hbz_GuxhA/Ta8oiGz3U6I/AAAAAAAABJQ/lVZymQA4Oec/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597737428253627298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I vow to NEVER miss a Gaga show that is close to me. No matter the price, the months of planning and waiting, I will be there will bells on. Well, rather I wear fishnets and a horse tail? No, you can count on me not doing that! Don't worry, there is a picture to explain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axiymN6CqcQ/Ta8nkgkc0jI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BpNTJzPezcM/s400/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597736370016408114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel as though I have missed my calling in life. Maybe I should lace up my dancing shoes and get them out of retirement.....how I would LOVE to be on her stage. And it is a stage, best I have ever seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOSKjhtDH4s/Ta8pLmp0FSI/AAAAAAAABJo/bvKDOfecK4E/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597738141176042786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eB_483nwgMk/Ta8ohhTgxnI/AAAAAAAABJA/LHCYTDHS9Sw/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597737418185819762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aETnDXfhUS8/Ta8oh6w5rHI/AAAAAAAABJI/x_Zi0zv4t14/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597737425019972722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PI1qnKiMYPg/Ta8pLk9VwhI/AAAAAAAABJw/YyonTdojpOw/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597738140721070610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZaKFkFl6A8/Ta8pL3Z-2GI/AAAAAAAABJ4/cbJ5TCONk2k/s400/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597738145673042018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJZNMiRWgbA/Ta8pMMGhwSI/AAAAAAAABKA/b7duA31TnTA/s400/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597738151228588322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My paw is up for life and always will be. I am a little monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLW7AhCFttc/Ta8ohoHJaAI/AAAAAAAABI4/3BD4DDns1y8/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597737420013004802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5j7lSWNcMvA/Ta8pLNjN1zI/AAAAAAAABJg/6sgjGSujrPI/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597738134437484338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k62-56M1Tq0/Ta8nlV9fCcI/AAAAAAAABIo/diK0yq2Z4BI/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597736384348490178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ygi3oquic/Ta8nlx5GOJI/AAAAAAAABIw/8e7IFCy0N2A/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597736391846279314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-2124207604509310567?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/2124207604509310567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-addition-has-only-gotten-stronger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2124207604509310567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2124207604509310567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-addition-has-only-gotten-stronger.html' title='My Addition Has Only Gotten Stronger'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvbZLxb8ug0/Ta8nk_7F9rI/AAAAAAAABIY/8BRYkBlqHBI/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4634738520942815868</id><published>2011-04-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:35:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past 2 books I have picked up, I have put back down. I fought very hard and kept trudging through page after boring page but I just had to end the torture. I really tried to get through my 2nd one so that I wouldn't make a habit of beginning a book and not finishing....this is very unlike me but I was seeing a trend. Was I just picking bad books or am I a quitter? Hopefully it is just my latest book selection. I was steering myself wrong (fingers crossed)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I sat cross legged at my bookcase and read back after back of books I once had an interest in and after reading them all, I went with my old faithful. Jodi Picoult. I never find myself wondering why I chose one of her books, or not wanting to turn another page. It really is a battle over which book to read because they are all so daring, interesting, and have you hooked just by the back cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My book slump is over now reading Vanishing Acts. When in doubt, pick up ANY Jodi Picoult! She will never let you down, always keep you tuned in, and you will always be gasping at the twists! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not Recommended, unless you like letters to Osama about a fake act and a woman who sleeps with anything walking when she is "stressed" about losing her husband and son. This book was very appealing and had me move it up to the top of my list. Too bad it fooled me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3YTCL-EO2s/TaMtrOm2z2I/AAAAAAAABII/Q33Sq14VzNs/s400/9781451618495_500X500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594365382802984802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4634738520942815868?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4634738520942815868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4634738520942815868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4634738520942815868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-read.html' title='A Good Read'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3YTCL-EO2s/TaMtrOm2z2I/AAAAAAAABII/Q33Sq14VzNs/s72-c/9781451618495_500X500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-2578871495205824411</id><published>2011-03-29T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:34:12.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombody's Got To Say It....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I guess I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music Edition, vol 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugarland, go back to how you were. No one likes how you are now. I don't like how you dance around the stage, and I hate how you have started to rap. I don't like your theatrical tendencies. I miss you. Come back to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Brown, go on. You suck. Your tattoo looks like a dress on your skin. You are a mean person. Yes, we all make mistakes but you have now lost your second chance when you decided to be a tool bag on Good Morning America, then throwing a chair at the window. Really, crawl under a rock and die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James on American Idol....attention: Lose the left dangeling earring. It's killing your image. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steven Tyler, I want to wish you the Happiest Birthday EVER! Please, send us pictures of your wild night! I know you are going to paint the town red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-2578871495205824411?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/2578871495205824411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/sombodys-got-to-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2578871495205824411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2578871495205824411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/sombodys-got-to-say-it.html' title='Sombody&apos;s Got To Say It....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3995791951417948347</id><published>2011-03-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:31:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>1. The Kardashians: all of them and whoever is taking whatever city.&lt;div&gt;2. Long John Silvers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Reading house magazines even though I don't have a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. One more glass of wine, only to become just a little wee bit tipsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Buying more online just to skirt away from paying a shipping fee (no pun intended).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Facebook Stalking (better do it now before it becomes a felony one day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Gangster Music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Not taking a shower before work just to sleep a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Gap's Wednesday 40% off coupon. My wardrobe thanks me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Brownie Batter Blizzard from Dairy Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3995791951417948347?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3995791951417948347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-guilty-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3995791951417948347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3995791951417948347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-guilty-pleasures.html' title='10 Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7091094947897191398</id><published>2011-03-10T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:27:34.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPQ53OJwmng/TXkXQYbxEvI/AAAAAAAABIA/oVx3qPzSnh0/s1600/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the best 4 legged, blue eyed pup I know, Jewel! I love you and your big ears, your howl, your cold wet nose, and that you are so cuddley! You are the most perfect dog a girl could ask for. Although you have grown to be much, much bigger than this picture 3 years later, your puppy face still melts my heart! Happy Birthday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPQ53OJwmng/TXkXQYbxEvI/AAAAAAAABIA/oVx3qPzSnh0/s400/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582518783306699506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7091094947897191398?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7091094947897191398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7091094947897191398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7091094947897191398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPQ53OJwmng/TXkXQYbxEvI/AAAAAAAABIA/oVx3qPzSnh0/s72-c/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-2788922586146323285</id><published>2011-03-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:40:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Motto To Live By:</title><content type='html'>"Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Regina Brett, a 90 year old lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrating getting older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-2788922586146323285?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/2788922586146323285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/motto-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2788922586146323285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2788922586146323285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/motto-to-live-by.html' title='A Motto To Live By:'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8778314818777466409</id><published>2011-03-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:25:54.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blushing Complement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone loves a good complement, right? One that makes your day better, or makes you feel good about yourself. And of course there are those times when we don't take the complement and say, "oh yeah, right..." or the "no, I don't", and who can forget about the "have you lost your mind, I look terrible." We have all been there.....but have we all been there with a complement that made you feel like a blushing school girl? Fumbling and blubbering, and trying to pull the words out of your mouth and looking like a complete fool! Well, of course, that was just where I landed the other day. And might I add, I was blushing so much that I began to sweat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very prominent person that shall be left nameless....oh, who am I kidding, it will be much more fun to name names: Judge Barry comes into our office, where I was standing at the door just chatting casually on the phone to DJM, and says hello to me, I ask him how he's doing, and he goes into an office to see who he came to see. Unfortunately, it was a short visit and I was still on the phone just chatting away when he open the door and walked out entering into the hallway. He stops at the lobby door to exit and whispers and hand motions what I have around my neck (a scarf) and says to me "you look cute," all with a flashing smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't even form the words to come out of my mouth to say thank you. I know I had a look on my face that said, "wow, no one has ever told me that before." You know the kind, I am NOT trying to toot my own horn here....just simply getting the point of lostness across! I remember touching what he was talking about, like it was gold. I also remember blushing so noticeably that my face was so red it was hot! And finally once I had my school girl moment, I said thank you and told Daniel like I had just won a million dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Highlight of my day : ) I will forever think of what I wore as my Judge Barry outfit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next time I see Judge Barry on the bench, I am scared to think I will become a school girl once again. Fingers crossed I won't! Because you know he saw just how I reacted, it was not smooth at all. I mean, I was blubbering! So embarrassing! And let's face it, I have to still remain a professional! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kOAc6RoRVA/TXFKr1cZrzI/AAAAAAAABHQ/UUnA9qht9go/s400/blushing2-300x225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580323530229788466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8778314818777466409?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8778314818777466409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/blushing-complement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8778314818777466409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8778314818777466409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/03/blushing-complement.html' title='Blushing Complement'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kOAc6RoRVA/TXFKr1cZrzI/AAAAAAAABHQ/UUnA9qht9go/s72-c/blushing2-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3830285187195278640</id><published>2011-02-24T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:45:24.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7tEC5nrbqk/TWZ8iyaw49I/AAAAAAAABHA/dlEiMOjDT0g/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7tEC5nrbqk/TWZ8iyaw49I/AAAAAAAABHA/dlEiMOjDT0g/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577282125636363218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3830285187195278640?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3830285187195278640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/02/smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3830285187195278640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3830285187195278640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/02/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7tEC5nrbqk/TWZ8iyaw49I/AAAAAAAABHA/dlEiMOjDT0g/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3056142061313965068</id><published>2011-02-07T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:49:23.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was little, I imagined Heaven as the Wizzard of Oz. The golden roads, not the lolly pop kids of course! Remember the fields of flowers and all the white fluffy clouds and blue sky? I think this is what Heaven will be filled with. Looking at these pictures, I believe I have captured an amazing sight, one close to what Heaven will look like. God's promise is such a beautiful one. Faith keeps me going on days like this, with the promise to see your loved ones again. This week, I have my mind set on Heaven and what it will be like when my grandfather reaches it. I have no doubt there will be carrot cake, cats and dogs, a fishing boat, history books, golf, my grandmother, frogs, old British TV shows, a mailman, and his Bible. My grandfather was such a Godly man and loved to study His word. After his stroke, he was unable to read the small print of a bible and I know he is longing to get back to that. And now he can study and worship with John, Peter, and Paul. I can see it all now! My grandmother has been gone for nearly 27 years, what a reunion it will be; my grandfather passed on what would have been her 81st birthday. I can only imagine the celebration. He will be met by his oldest son, Jack and reminisce about many memories. His friends will welcome him with a game of golf, followed by a hamburger and carrot cake for dessert. My grandfather lived a wonderful, long, happy life surrounded by lots of family and loved ones. I will celebrate his life and rejoice in his now perfect body. I know I'll be cherishing all the memories he gave to me in these 26 years. I will even brag about him picking out my going home dress from the hospital when I was born. Peace is a wonderful thing, and I am happy he know has it. I pray for my peace and comfort all the days until I see him again. Heaven has surely gained a wonderful man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TT81E0LXXxI/AAAAAAAABFE/8cwVFJLLelU/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2555_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566226021295283986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Field of Lavender. I can only imagine how wonderful the scent must be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TT84CFswtMI/AAAAAAAABFU/GzIG2ryuRYg/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2558_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566229272994034882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;These are fields of Tulips, or more of a grounded rainbow. This image literally took my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TT84T9oEYAI/AAAAAAAABFc/05l-GDF2aww/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2559_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566229580064514050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUAv9Qlp1bI/AAAAAAAABFs/HcRQ0UvcSoQ/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2564_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566501868901356978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Blossom covered trees lining the banks of rivers and streams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUAv9BjyLvI/AAAAAAAABFk/lQADDizfx7U/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2561_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566501864866983666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;23rd Psalm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quite waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3056142061313965068?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3056142061313965068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3056142061313965068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3056142061313965068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TT81E0LXXxI/AAAAAAAABFE/8cwVFJLLelU/s72-c/travel-blog-magazine-2555_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3769584958281848684</id><published>2011-02-01T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:10:46.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please No Shadow Punxsutawney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUhYwDT4qQI/AAAAAAAABG4/6MxOcQz1aok/s1600/groundhog-day-2011-lead-in_31901_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUhYwDT4qQI/AAAAAAAABG4/6MxOcQz1aok/s400/groundhog-day-2011-lead-in_31901_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568798521789294850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Groundhog Day emcee Jim Means holds up a sleepy Punxsutawney Phil 31 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend left me having Spring fever. With tomorrow being Groundhog Day, I will be saying my prayers for him to not see his shadow. I am ready for warmer weather, sunny days, and busy weekends. Sometimes in these parts we don't get much of a spring or fall....but I have high hopes of enjoying the weather before the real heat sets in! The past 2 months have been filled with no plans, no social events, having the flu x 2, and many snow days. So, I am saying no more to cabin fever! I want to be outside, stretching my legs, and doing something fun. I got a taste of the beautiful weather this weekend while at a cabin in the Occee where we went hiking.....and I am so ready for more! I have been thinking of all the things I want to do in the Spring and I would love nothing more than an early start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So groundhog, as we approach the eve of Groundhog Day, I have a request......we are over the snow, we have had our fun. We are ready for baseball and beers on the sidewalks, bright colors, vacations planning, cookouts, to see sunshine and flowers blooming on trees. Please don't see your shadow. I know it scares you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3769584958281848684?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3769584958281848684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3769584958281848684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3769584958281848684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-shadow.html' title='Please No Shadow Punxsutawney'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUhYwDT4qQI/AAAAAAAABG4/6MxOcQz1aok/s72-c/groundhog-day-2011-lead-in_31901_600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7877997141799008070</id><published>2011-01-26T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:57:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Global</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I have been getting a jump start at looking for mine and DJM's annual birthday trip. I have been looking at extreme places that we will not be traveling too any time soon but, the pictures just have me gazed over and thinking of nothing else but these beautiful scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, on this cold, dreary day, I would love nothing more than to be walking along in Greece and stumble upon this lovely little place. I would enjoy a nice afternoon cup of joe and read a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUB-KTlutRI/AAAAAAAABF0/wo4qrS5JhoQ/s400/travel-blog-magazine-706_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566587854952248594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;However, this dreary day has me itching to get a tan, a frozen drink, a good summer read, and some sand between my toes in this magical spot found in the Caribbean. This little yellow house and I would get along just fine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUCARTY5_TI/AAAAAAAABF8/RHUInKBdVeQ/s400/travel-blog-magazine-713_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566590174180801842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And don't you know, I would much rather dive into these pics rather than the bomb that went off on my desk. Who wouldn't want to swim with Nemo in Australia and become one with the fishes of Indonesia? However, Mr. Shark of Egypt, you are no good to me....I would rather rush back to the bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUCE6qaDziI/AAAAAAAABGE/nJh2Qp4_RI4/s400/travel-blog-magazine-394_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566595282780802594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUCE605ncGI/AAAAAAAABGM/AkDYIVMcqK8/s400/travel-blog-magazine-390_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566595285597515874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUCE7FMNgUI/AAAAAAAABGU/PyEJp9vDZhs/s400/travel-blog-magazine-398_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566595289970475330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And how about a trip to wine country, no, not Cali! Even bigger! New Zealand, Tuscany, and Chile. You can bet that if I ever make it to these places, wine touring and tasting will be an every day experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUCHd94hUvI/AAAAAAAABGs/FpJrV7sBLt8/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2605_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598088327516914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUCHdbfPb0I/AAAAAAAABGk/BHLO2WAs_zM/s400/travel-blog-magazine-2590_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598079094681410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, while I may not be getting to these places in May, we will be in a place so wonderful and fun and have many stories and pictures of our adventures to share. Let the travels, and realistically searching begin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7877997141799008070?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7877997141799008070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-global.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7877997141799008070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7877997141799008070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-global.html' title='Going Global'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TUB-KTlutRI/AAAAAAAABF0/wo4qrS5JhoQ/s72-c/travel-blog-magazine-706_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7702833244134020124</id><published>2011-01-14T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T08:38:28.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes for 2011</title><content type='html'>I know this is 14 days late but, better late than never! I have been so occupied with other things and the weather that I have let this slip away from me. So here goes, these are my very personal hopes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I want to do a daily devotional to help me not lose sight of what is important in life. I also hope that it will keep me motivated for the times I get in a funk and think of myself in a terrible light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*To read more books and turn off the electronics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Daniel has been on a job (life) changing journey the past few months. I have high hopes it takes him, and us, where he wants to go. Let's just say it would be very life changing : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Not to be last minute with anything. I really love letting friends and family know how much they mean to me. Whether it is a birthday, holiday, or just a special event in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*To save money and not shop for things I will only wear once in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Continuing  to take my long naps daily if I want and not feel bad about it. I have to have this nap time to make it though the day at a productive pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*To check off some things on my Bucket List. Looks like fun trips are in my future. As well as Lady Gaga.... : ) Maybe I will think of more things to add. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*To have a place of my own to call home. Maybe someone else will be in it??? Only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*To really live in my hobbies and not be lazy because I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Have monthly goals of some sort depending on the month and what is happening in life. I want so many things that are in reach, I just need the time and days to focus on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Do good for others because it is needed, not because it makes me feel like a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Join something new, like a club or a group. Or maybe make one up....any takers, ideas???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Not being afraid of doctors. I have high hopes to find out what is wrong with my stomach. As long as there are no needles or scopes! It has to be on my terms because I am such a chicken. However, I will be working on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Be more connected with friends that I don't get to see often because life gets in the way. No more excuses! Social life at its finest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cherish the moments I have been given. Big and small because they are a gift. I will not wish time away for I don't know how much more time I will be given. I will live in the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping this is an all around wonderful year for me with big things in store. Yes, I am talking about the obvious as well as the things I have no idea could happen. God is great and has blessed me with so many things in the past years that I didn't see coming. I always get excited to see what He could have in store for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome 2011....you will not disappoint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7702833244134020124?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7702833244134020124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/hopes-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7702833244134020124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7702833244134020124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/hopes-for-2011.html' title='Hopes for 2011'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3053327363091132760</id><published>2011-01-14T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:55:01.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Move over snow bunnies...there is a new pup in town! And she is cuter than you ever imagined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoO5KQGCI/AAAAAAAABD0/T0Q2UkElU8I/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoO5KQGCI/AAAAAAAABD0/T0Q2UkElU8I/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060144873838626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoNsM9-1I/AAAAAAAABDU/mQ9hocfmjsU/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoNsM9-1I/AAAAAAAABDU/mQ9hocfmjsU/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060124215704402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved every minute of the snow....however, I think someone else has loved it a little more. She is fearless. The cold temps don't scare her away, as well as her sinking feet! She romps and runs, dragging us along and knocks us on our booties! She makes me feel like a kid again.  : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBo5R9gPRI/AAAAAAAABD8/xZcdKal8AHo/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060873085762834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see all of Jewel's personality in this picture. She is wondering why he is holding her back and just why his hand is camo-ed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoOIHHCuI/AAAAAAAABDk/ADGhOuJnUns/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060131707325154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my favorite puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBo5gXaULI/AAAAAAAABEM/no0DvxrlYxY/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060876952522930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just diggin' around. She has no care in the world to stop and look at the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBo5mp7jsI/AAAAAAAABEE/_q_sYQMoMBc/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060878640811714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot help but laugh at their faces in this...Jewel looks crazy and Daniel looks like he is a kid again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoOgCnZeI/AAAAAAAABDs/hkMpv919KUU/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060138130925026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here goes my turn with Jewel. She was a great sled! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed all the time off from work to spend being lazy and cozy, watching movies and eating! There is nothing more fun than being stuck with your favorite person! Playing in the snow was also fun. I really haven't done it in years. I was too busy Christmas to enjoy it. But this time, it was on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBpdttSDtI/AAAAAAAABEk/-AVtpYiQtUI/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562061499009208018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Daniel and Duke, who is 16 years old at least. Daniel picked him out as a little puppy and he is still kicking it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBo51wLf-I/AAAAAAAABEU/O9Vyu6vGAlc/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060882693554146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Going for an afternoon walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBpdtls72I/AAAAAAAABEs/Ucrn5uoDCcU/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562061498977415010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rope swings are not just for the lake anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBpeB2LniI/AAAAAAAABE8/-6j0ksRCYhk/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562061504415243810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Duke enjoying the views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBo6PxJwXI/AAAAAAAABEc/ODZtWxLMAMY/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060889676956018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Duke's brown spots in the picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBpeLAFo0I/AAAAAAAABE0/RlxQf9qmYUc/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562061506872714050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;BIG tree on DJM's property...he gets the credit for this pic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3053327363091132760?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3053327363091132760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3053327363091132760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3053327363091132760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-puppy.html' title='Snow Puppy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TTBoO5KQGCI/AAAAAAAABD0/T0Q2UkElU8I/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1940927663288166768</id><published>2010-12-30T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:46:26.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things: 2010 Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBU4w8oKI/AAAAAAAABDM/YhX9JGhTz8U/s1600/34928_10150228794325167_516310166_13374358_2119030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my year in pictures. Now, there are a lot on here that I could add but these stuck out the most to me. 2010 has been a great year leaving great promise for 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A bittersweet moment for me, my last night as a coach. I have been with this group of girls since they were in 7th grade until they graduated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUSgx-II/AAAAAAAABC0/hlrfgvemhlo/s400/30941_1425030754241_1486922884_1086182_6124146_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528594579224706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Celebrating Wesley's 30th birthday. As for a gift, I did a little walk down memory lane to see just what got him to where he is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy6wQkR3YI/AAAAAAAABAM/7lZvXwd-k0s/s400/DSCN0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556521378511969666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pred's game cotton candy....too bad we paid $4 for it when after the game, it's $1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzAEOapEZI/AAAAAAAABCc/vfC7EwILfEg/s400/26782_10150158926565167_516310166_11455246_6769677_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527219090198930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Top Gun Party. No explanation needed, it is what it sounds like. Such a FUN night, I really hope there is another one in the future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUErD7QI/AAAAAAAABCs/OvarNz7Ibec/s400/26922_10150173044500167_516310166_11838178_8064065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528590864248066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Celebrating my 26th Birthday with my best friends. Who knew 26 could be so good! Cake, wine, hotdogs and ice cream. Did I mention emerald earrings and a cruise!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy6xU1gzcI/AAAAAAAABAk/URqFMyqT19o/s400/DSCN0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556521396837862850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy7F9IpKTI/AAAAAAAABAs/XgRMXhhnEak/s400/DSCN0815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556521751252904242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy9FpDX0hI/AAAAAAAABA0/gL771h7fykE/s400/DSCN0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556523944885342738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy9G6OpiaI/AAAAAAAABBM/W65QLBnAdT0/s400/DSCN0937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556523966675913122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy9F8WVYbI/AAAAAAAABA8/59sVkzx1sE0/s400/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556523950065148338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Steeplechase 2010...the best one yet! Cannot wait for this day to come in 2011. What a fun day of drinking, eating, napping, visiting friends, and betting on horses! And maybe the most fun is planning on what to wear...sundresses and big hats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUvRelII/AAAAAAAABDE/uFlmwBmRneo/s1600/32553_10150183203795167_516310166_12078503_5209747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUvRelII/AAAAAAAABDE/uFlmwBmRneo/s400/32553_10150183203795167_516310166_12078503_5209747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528602299667586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World Cup....USA! For every game, we found it very necessary to gear up in our finest red, white, and blue. It made for a fun few weeks and awesome pictures....the newspaper sure did think so. Front page baby! Thanks goes out to Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUv1IcNI/AAAAAAAABC8/cXoMnoaOJOE/s1600/30703_10150204741240167_516310166_12683289_981463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUv1IcNI/AAAAAAAABC8/cXoMnoaOJOE/s400/30703_10150204741240167_516310166_12683289_981463_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528602449211602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kidd's wedding! These boys are the ones to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy_LBJMTPI/AAAAAAAABBc/ZoOuh4TTfaY/s400/DSCN1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526236274806002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy9HnZbYoI/AAAAAAAABBU/C99huNzuaY4/s400/DSCN0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556523978800718466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Daniel's 26th birthday! Yes, we did go to Medieval Times and had so much fun! This is much more fun as an adult when you can drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBU4w8oKI/AAAAAAAABDM/YhX9JGhTz8U/s1600/34928_10150228794325167_516310166_13374358_2119030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBU4w8oKI/AAAAAAAABDM/YhX9JGhTz8U/s400/34928_10150228794325167_516310166_13374358_2119030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528604847579298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Welcoming a new addition into the family of girls....it's ok that he is a boy, we will still let him come to all of our trips! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy_L0gBPNI/AAAAAAAABBs/RFjRojvXycU/s400/DSCN1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526250060758226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is a centerpiece at the shower that I did. I have found a new love in my life this year....flowers! I have high hopes for a flower shop one day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy_LQigBzI/AAAAAAAABBk/UF2YfqO66bs/s400/DSCN1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526240407488306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;A weekend away with Daniel's best guy buddies and who would have thought it was really a weekend for the girls! Meeting new friends and getting on the jumbo tron will always be talked about when we see each other!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy_MN_pLvI/AAAAAAAABB0/3t0ito-evPg/s400/DSCN1111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526256904285938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fright Fest @ Six Flags with Courtney and Daniel! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy_MiHCeEI/AAAAAAAABB8/XzR1IKG4EF8/s1600/DSCN1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy_MiHCeEI/AAAAAAAABB8/XzR1IKG4EF8/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526262304012354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An early reason to be thankful. All my girlfriends from high school are in one place a weekend before Thanksgiving. SO thankful to have them in my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzADMaDJOI/AAAAAAAABCE/Q36K2gVg0KE/s400/DSCN1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527201370973410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Spending a wonderful 2 years together with Daniel.....and it snowed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzADx7rNMI/AAAAAAAABCU/PF7nB-6XXNk/s400/DSCN1214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527211444122818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Making Christmas cookies for some, for me, it is wine drinking. Something I found myself doing a lot of this year. It seems to always make my spirits brighter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzADZmZ6eI/AAAAAAAABCM/JUkzJ15tYqE/s400/DSCN1198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527204912458210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Waking up to a white Christmas. This hasn't happened in my lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy6vW9EhUI/AAAAAAAABAE/H4Jvo-SkLoc/s1600/IMG_0023%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy6vW9EhUI/AAAAAAAABAE/H4Jvo-SkLoc/s400/IMG_0023%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556521363046696258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1940927663288166768?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1940927663288166768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1940927663288166768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1940927663288166768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things: 2010 Edition'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRzBUSgx-II/AAAAAAAABC0/hlrfgvemhlo/s72-c/30941_1425030754241_1486922884_1086182_6124146_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-2470069308996064307</id><published>2010-12-30T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:39:22.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Meaningful Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Christmas I was given things I an not so sure I was good enough for. Despite all the materialistic things I received (and love), I was also given things with so much meaning. When I was a little girl, I had a book called, "Tales From A Duck Named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quacker&lt;/span&gt;." It was given to me by my grandmother who just learned she had cancer. She was a huge fan of Ricky Van Shelton, a classic country singer for those who don't know old school. My parents took her to see him and my mom was able to get her and my grandmother backstage to meet him. Of course my grandmother didn't just relishing in the fact of meeting someone she adores, but she thought of me and my other girl cousin. She saw that he had written a children's book and bought us both a copy and asked if he would sign them to us. I loved this book for the story, not for the meaning. But all of that changed as I got older and didn't have her here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forwarding to when we were moving out of my house when I was a senior in high school: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents hired someone to come and haul off the junk we had accumulated over the years and said he could have anything he wanted except a certain stack which had a few choice important things from my childhood. This smaller load of things included a baby doll bed my grandparents handmade me, my favorite Disney castle toy, and a comforter bag filled with all my favorite children's books. Inside that bag held The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bearinstain&lt;/span&gt; Bears, Goldie Locks and the Three Bears, Nursery Rhymes, Disney books, Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day, Holly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ivey&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quacker&lt;/span&gt; book. It was gone. Never to be found again. I was so upset, my parents called the man who by the way had a litter of kids at home who would just love all my books, but yet he didn't take them. Yeah, right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years go by, I never saw this book again. I have talked about it, and I have missed it and get the sick feeling when I think of how mean someone could be to take away such a wonderful gift that had all the meaning in the world to me. How priceless this book was to me and yet I bet my copy is torn, ratted, and in a used book shop somewhere where people just use it and abuse it, color on it, read the inside and think, "huh, wonder who Katie is," and just toss it aside. It breaks my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Christmas morning came, and it was my last gift to open. My mother was standing over me freaking out and saying,"Wesley, do you remember, this is it, Wesley, get a camera. Wesley, Wesley, Wesley...." She had me a nervous wreck. I open a big box, or she does...who remembers at this point. I find 2 gifts I already knew about seeing as though I picked them out. At the bottom of the box, is an envelope. My mom is back to freaking out again. Wesley doesn't have a camera because I told him I was in my pj's with no makeup on and pretty much threatened him with his life. I open it, peer in, and there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quacker&lt;/span&gt;, and the tears start breaking free from my eyes. My mom had found the book I had cherished. I of course hug this book, crying, asking how. Mom said to open it, and on the front over it said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Granny Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ricky Van Shelton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom tells me the story of getting the book and how Ricky Van Shelton and his wife were so touched by my grandmother and how I missed this book so very, very much. They mailed my mom a copy that week and didn't let her to pay for it, this was something they wanted to make possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, as I write this long story and read over it...I can't help but to have tears in my eyes. This book means the world to me and I cannot believe my mom had the wonderful thought of finding it for me. Thank you mom for the HUGE surprise and giving me something I will always cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book now has a new home on my bookshelf that was also given to me this Christmas by my dad. Daniel came up with the place where it should go, he said it was to special to not display it. So now, whenever I see it, I will not only think of my granny, but also the person who made it possible for me to have it back, my dad for the bookshelf, Daniel for the idea, and Wesley because he was there. All the people who matter most to me in one children's book. Pretty wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy1fFUkCQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/juhOdy3AQPY/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556515585877346562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-2470069308996064307?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/2470069308996064307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-meaningful-gift.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2470069308996064307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2470069308996064307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-meaningful-gift.html' title='My Meaningful Gift'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TRy1fFUkCQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/juhOdy3AQPY/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4311173211532191723</id><published>2010-12-20T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:56:01.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9o3Lx1GI/AAAAAAAAA-o/49U0GcTM_Hw/s1600/DSCN1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9o3Lx1GI/AAAAAAAAA-o/49U0GcTM_Hw/s400/DSCN1214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552865375276880994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daniel and I just hit a landmark: 2 years (and 8 days) together! We celebrated in the snow with milkshakes, hamburgers, fries, and onion rings! Nothing could beat it! I have loved these two years and 8 days; I am so in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ_AJlu1s9I/AAAAAAAAA_g/_h7zNgvsPgI/s400/13460_10150219271065167_516310166_13118194_2374506_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552868136551035858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*4th Of July trip to NC and met these cute little fur balls.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9qeyBVvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/KFwJ0zKIsd0/s400/DSCN0971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552865403086132978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*At Steeplechase right after our cruise!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ_AJ9fHlaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/GHM5CTKbc48/s400/27077_106781986007285_100000264517969_162809_2884371_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552868142927549858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;*Me getting in on a little Beer Pong action. Maybe even beating DJM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew I loved him from the very first day. Let me explain: I loved the thought of him, of us, and everything that was possible. The future was bright, he showed me that from day one with his smile. I loved the idea of how great we could be. Only to find out how great we really are together. I have grown to love so much more in him than just the things I thought and are seen. I love his scars, his quarks, his memories, his singing, his laugh, and how he always nudges me like a dog to scratch his back. I love our lazy days more than anything else. I love that I take adventures and chances with him. I have found myself to be braver than I ever thought possible! How he always giggles when I start another book or better yet, give the gift of a book. He has had a hand in making me smile every morning I awake....even when I dread going to work and am so tired I don't think I will make it. He helps me get through the day a little easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ_AJgTxLFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2OycILxKMKs/s400/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552868135095315538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;*Us taking a break from sledding in the January snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ_AKJ8gkwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/p16e3IFUYWw/s400/28353_10150193736030167_516310166_12349507_811850_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552868146272047874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;*Supporting the Lookouts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9qpCXzNI/AAAAAAAAA_A/7PaOV-wkudw/s400/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552865405839068370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;*My first time snorkeling on our first ever cruise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9r_Cb3RI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XVCSy8N0JbQ/s400/DSCN0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552865428924783890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt; *Us at our annual Red Wings game in Nashville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ_AJEbI6xI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/iQAUdbqmHyw/s400/DSCN0762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552868127610039058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;*He will be a signed act one day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past year was about becoming a team, becoming best friends, and trusting we won't break each other's hearts. My life isn't just going through the motions anymore, I am living my life very happily.  I have learned that somethings in life mean nothing without him. I love the little things in life so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dreams were never this good : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9qFBeTjI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8Y56tbExPnY/s400/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552865396171623986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;*Kidd's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4311173211532191723?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4311173211532191723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4311173211532191723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4311173211532191723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html' title='Happy 2 Years'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQ-9o3Lx1GI/AAAAAAAAA-o/49U0GcTM_Hw/s72-c/DSCN1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1107010498176464076</id><published>2010-12-14T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:44:18.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish List</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/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfPTH4HjrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CWJofWq9-3o/s1600/spacer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfPTH4HjrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CWJofWq9-3o/s400/spacer.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550632993196314290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering, here is what I am hoping to get from santa this year. I bet you have some of these same wants on your list! Let's do a little comparing and see what we come up with. I don't wanna miss out on something so great and cute. I know you don't want too either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfJJeEjzuI/AAAAAAAAA9w/lWPEOdDvDO0/s400/V307655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550626230285618914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;http://www.victoriassecret.com/sleepwear|sleepwear/pajama-sets?ProductID=1265347816354&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfJJjToQmI/AAAAAAAAA94/6GJRN-lK5j0/s400/1321280-p-DETAILED.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550626231691002466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.zappos.com/lucky-brand-andria-brandy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfNWPDIDQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/PJowSNm4DMY/s400/519AT8CShsL._AA260_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550630847637884162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;http://www.target.com/Canon-PowerShot-Digital-Camera-Optical/dp/B002LITT3S/ref=sc_qi_detailbutton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really been wanting a watch that reminded me of my grandfather...I think this one is perfect with a feminine twist (sorry there is no eye candy):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;http://www.fossil.com/en_US/shop/women/watches/boyfriend_watches/decker_chronograph_gold_dial_watch-es2683p.html?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;departmentCategoryId=30000&amp;amp;N=0&amp;amp;Ns=p_wsc0%7C0%7C%7Cp_weight%7C0&amp;amp;rec=7&amp;amp;pn=c&amp;amp;imagePath=ES2683&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;By now everyone knows I am a huge fan of Etsy. I wonder why they don't have gift cards??? Either way, I have some things I would love to have:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfTb0GrcuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/a19-Y4b6oD8/s400/il_570xN.196066214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550637540554011362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/62771143/custom-ruffled-collar-dress-w-sash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfU1DyowSI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KkIGll-LOyU/s400/il_570xN.198334436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639073773273378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/63380678/french-stripes-denim-clutch-tres-chic-en&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfV0-E7K3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/6kKMyAHlncI/s400/il_570xN.131301872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550640171750992754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/31425300/grey-town-and-country-bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Really, ANYTHING from this store would suit my fancy! I LOVE it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course there items are just some of the great things I have seen for a girl like me this Christmas. Happy Shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1107010498176464076?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1107010498176464076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1107010498176464076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1107010498176464076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html' title='My Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TQfPTH4HjrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CWJofWq9-3o/s72-c/spacer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8956855170629388905</id><published>2010-12-07T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:03:19.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun and Sand, Pumpkins and Halloween: Beach Trip With The Boys 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZAu9pF5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/H2g0V5cELiY/s1600/72438_10150298639890167_516310166_15088182_298437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZAu9pF5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/H2g0V5cELiY/s400/72438_10150298639890167_516310166_15088182_298437_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969660108478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year I braved the cold and hit the road with 3 boys in tow! We decided to take a late trip to the beach this year, the best time of year to go has proven once again to be in October. After shedding our layers from Tennessee, we got into our suits and spent the days with our toes in the sand. There were no crowds, no lines, no waits for restaurants, and live music decorated with Halloween backdrops. We met new friends, drank 8 ounce beers, made homemade chocolate chip cookies, downed a few bottles of wine, tried to save a cat, rode in a cab, and danced. Needless to say, what a great vacy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZAODWuQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/dvQ_H9EKhno/s400/68850_10150298635375167_516310166_15088121_2728288_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969651274070274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, with all these great things....I didn't see the beach until the second day we were there. I ate something terrible, horrible, no good, rotten, and just down right wrong. Let's just say it kept me on the couch for hours under a blanket sipping on sprite until the following morning. Glad that only lasted one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our hotel was located right by Schooners, a wonderful local bar with great food, maybe the BEST onion rings I have ever had in my life. It was right on the beach, you could actually walk in in your suit after hanging out in the sun all day. When we went, they had a great band from down under with a singer that would make a great Keith Urban look-a-like. Talk about hot! : ) We made friends with the band, sang songs, and danced the night away. There was also a little arm wrestling involved between the boys. My man is defiantly still the champ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5UpS-ecwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ahUIRg0Xq7U/s400/DSCN1137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547964859412280066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5Wu9vvMUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/AhoUj1Z4Cv8/s400/68800_10150298649740167_516310166_15088403_877481_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967155815788866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5Wv68-W6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/Leb7XI8vNmc/s400/71914_10150298660005167_516310166_15088517_7637964_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967172245871522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We of course darkened the German bar once again from summers past and enjoyed a night outside watching the Halloween costumes go by. After a cab ride home, we called it a night and of course I gave a big roll tide for winning the game against Tennessee. Of course these boys were cheering for the wrong team. Earlier in the evening, we had dinner and drinks to feel at home watching the game. How great for me that I had a table of Alabama fans to enjoy touchdown after touchdown and high five with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZA3NgZOI/AAAAAAAAA9g/njomO6FLjKU/s400/73603_10150298660675167_516310166_15088546_3025889_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969662322500834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZGiL9tgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RKqSDGewfjM/s400/72726_10150298660555167_516310166_15088540_7016294_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969759758104066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5Xbp_6CII/AAAAAAAAA84/3jjP-B3VwGA/s400/74043_10150298660205167_516310166_15088525_4323986_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967923609012354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZAH571tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j5sY4OENa74/s400/33557_10150298660155167_516310166_15088522_7016794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969649623946962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our last day was the most relaxing and low key. Daniel and I hit the beach, just us, and made friends with a seagull. As the winds were coming in and the sun was going away, we covered up and sat ocean side just enjoying the time we had with one another. Thankfully this was our last day because a huge storm was rolling in. The last night, we ate dinner in and got take out at Schooners...you can never go wrong getting food from there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5WvKxV_2I/AAAAAAAAA8o/1Y37UDmUPPw/s400/74459_10150298660715167_516310166_15088547_7766742_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967159312187234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a long drive home and a change of seasonal clothes, we all in all had a great last vacation at the beach for the year. Until next year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5WukqsUQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ldxgAr9WA3g/s400/33469_10150298639795167_516310166_15088175_2238170_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967149083742466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5WvINDR-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/von2RP6VOkM/s400/74587_10150298660295167_516310166_15088529_4134850_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967158623094754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8956855170629388905?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8956855170629388905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/sun-and-sand-pumpkins-and-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8956855170629388905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8956855170629388905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/sun-and-sand-pumpkins-and-halloween.html' title='Sun and Sand, Pumpkins and Halloween: Beach Trip With The Boys 2010'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TP5ZAu9pF5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/H2g0V5cELiY/s72-c/72438_10150298639890167_516310166_15088182_298437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4544155058284783794</id><published>2010-12-02T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:05:45.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Heart Flutter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPe1a5L_q4I/AAAAAAAAA8A/cQLxRSL_h0w/s1600/il_570xN.195773716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPe1a5L_q4I/AAAAAAAAA8A/cQLxRSL_h0w/s400/il_570xN.195773716.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546100939762412418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(http://www.etsy.com/listing/62683948/you-are-my-favorite-mini-print-red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Etsy, how I love you so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You make my heart flutter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can never go wrong with Etsy. For any and all occisasions. Last year I had an Etsy giving Christmas and this year I intend to do the very same. There are shops for the guys, moms and dads, friends, and pets...let's also not forget about us. I have some hard to shop for people on my list and I just know I can find something so unique and personal for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get on Etsy at least a few times a day just to check out their ticker at the bottom as well as what they are showcasing. I probably add 3-4 favorite shops a day. Sometimes more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you don't have an account, or if you haven't looked at Etsy (may God forgive you), I hope this inspires you. I am addicted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some of my favorite items. They may be sold but if you like it, go to their shop and see what else is there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/62331269/personalized-mustache-flask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/62441230/rosettes-on-slate-and-ivory-foldover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/62676214/2011-desktop-calendar-modern-patterns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/60160567/wonderful-coastal-cottage-candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some shops I spend a lot of my time in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/lovestitched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/DavieandChiyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/ao3designs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/thecrosbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/thislittlehome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/thetrendybaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/BeanPickleSprout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/mypolkadotprincesss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/sweetbellacards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/joesbrand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/thehairofthedog?ref=top_trail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have many, many stores in my favorites so if you ever need suggestions, help searching, or ideas...I'm your girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4544155058284783794?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4544155058284783794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/make-my-heart-flutter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4544155058284783794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4544155058284783794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/make-my-heart-flutter.html' title='Make My Heart Flutter!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPe1a5L_q4I/AAAAAAAAA8A/cQLxRSL_h0w/s72-c/il_570xN.195773716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3546496144554576983</id><published>2010-12-01T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:24:24.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZz9QJLHgI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/79eVkXCtvtQ/s1600/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZz9QJLHgI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/79eVkXCtvtQ/s400/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545747487296003586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sitting on the couch, beside me is a four legged, long tailed, blue eyed, brindle beauty named Jewel. She is asleep, something she has become very fond of these days. On nights like tonight (rainy, cold, lazy...dreading tomorrows work day), there could be nothing more perfect than a sleeping puppy piled up with you. She is a wonderful foot warmer and snuggler. I am sure if I were not upstairs right now, she would be doing this very thing at the foot of my bed. It is nights like this that make me love dogs even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZz9kJw9jI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZpR_WTWyC_0/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545747492667192882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, before Jewel crashed, she stole the pot holder from the kitchen counter, threw her bone in the air and pounced on it about 23 times, as well as fishing it out of the open draw of the armourer. She has barked at me, nudged me, and licked me. She is a happy dog, a very lovable dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZz7LAOI2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MYHiI_sZwT8/s400/Jewel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545747451556537186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday she and I had a fight. You would have thought I was in the woods fighting a wild boar. She ripped my pants and cut my leg (with her foot, not her teeth) all while fighting me not to go in. You see, Jewel is having a potty issue in the house and she needs to be crated again...she apparently thought differently about the situation. She won the battle of the crate, made me very angry and late to work. I was bothered by this all day and couldn't stop thinking of the traumatic morning we had. When I got home, she was excited and scared to see me, fearful I was only back to shove her in the monster again. We had a talk and things are back to normal with us again. She actually spent the evening at my feet on the couch loving on me....all of which she hasn't done since she was a little puppy. I think this is what has brought tonight on. And I am loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZ0Bexq4wI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Sg9-kWIujLY/s400/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545747559943430914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So she is peeing in the house, if that is the worst thing, I think I can try to manage while she is re-potty training once again. So lunches may be spent at home, and I will rush out the door from work, and pray the whole way that she used her potty pad (which I REALLY hate). As long as she doesn't lose her sweet, humorous character, I will manage just fine. I just hope when I have kids it is not like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZ0nIhD0VI/AAAAAAAAA74/RdqEg98OvnQ/s400/IMG00574-20100831-0814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545748206803210578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZ0nEi88ZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/bClps30HvZs/s400/IMG00361-20100723-0956.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545748205737406866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZz5IH1Z0I/AAAAAAAAA7A/1Lv6s1Gwmdw/s400/IMG00359-20100723-0956.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545747416423425858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3546496144554576983?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3546496144554576983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/jewel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3546496144554576983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3546496144554576983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/12/jewel.html' title='Jewel'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TPZz9QJLHgI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/79eVkXCtvtQ/s72-c/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4799266890265276892</id><published>2010-11-30T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:16:25.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My grandmother used to always say at the sight of a butterfly, "I don't know why they are called butterflies when they don't butter by, they flutter by." That phrase will always stick with me as long as I live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was in sixth grade, my language arts teacher had us watch the movie, "To Dance With A White Dog." Since that day, I have been able to relate butterflies to my granny. It is about an old man who loses his wife. He grows cold and lonely, honorary, and becomes frustrated with a white dog coming into his yard daily. He starts getting this visitor soon after he loses his wife. He sees the dog isn't going to leave so he gives in and makes friends with the pooch. Now I haven't seen this movie in years but I will never forget that he found the comfort of his wife in this dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Daniel and I were at the beach weeks ago, we kept seeing beautiful butterflies on the beach, hoovering over the ocean. I told him this very story. Even though he will never have the chance to meet her, I think he knows just how much she meant to me and how she impacted my life. I know she would love him to pieces and think he is just as wonderful as I do. In a way, I think she is always in the butterflies I see and reminds me she is still very much a part of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 16 years this month since I lost her but not a day goes by that I can't remember the smell of her house, dragging her around on a float in the pool, the peanut brittle she made during Christmas, the smile on her face, and me playing in her lipstick that stained my mouth for days to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope the Holiday season brings back lovely memories of the ones you love. Tis the season to be thankful...as November comes to a close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4799266890265276892?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4799266890265276892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4799266890265276892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4799266890265276892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-2844569029276017400</id><published>2010-11-24T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:21:41.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so very, very blessed with a family who loves me unconditionally. I have found the greatest love in a boy named Daniel. I have a big brother who I can't live without, and I am pretty sure he feels the same way. My pets always bring cheer into my life. I am thankful to have a God who loves me, keeps me safe and grounded in faith, who believes in me before I even know what is to come. I live in a country that gives me the freedom to live my life how I want it. I have a warm bed to sleep in at night, as well as the many naps I love to take. I have a job that I don't always like but I am always grateful to have. I don't have to take a bus or walk to the places I have to go. I have the best girlfriends who always have my back and oh how I believe they are great prayer warriors. The kids in my life have only made it better and have taught me many things. I have parents who try to take care of me maybe a little too much. I have my health, even though at times it can be a little rocky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TOwIbOYWlTI/AAAAAAAAA6o/7pKTYpUEh0Q/s400/DSCN1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542814505195967794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TOwIZ8hlW7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QJ1qbNQsMXQ/s400/DSCN1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542814483222977458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TOwIauJzbKI/AAAAAAAAA6g/4ePYUdDXr6g/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542814496545008802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanksgiving is the time to reflect on the year we have lived and remember all the things people we love did for us in times of need, happiness, and just because.  I really would be empty without all these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TOwIbjJHLvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/R1TagHpTTb4/s400/DSCN0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542814510769188594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TOwIcL4PsqI/AAAAAAAAA64/17kyY9s4ytY/s400/DSCN0826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542814521704297122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-2844569029276017400?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/2844569029276017400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2844569029276017400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/2844569029276017400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TOwIbOYWlTI/AAAAAAAAA6o/7pKTYpUEh0Q/s72-c/DSCN1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-42454677142870437</id><published>2010-11-23T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:43:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Be Anything or Anyone....</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in 21 days...so in honor of my laziness, I decided to list 21 things I would LOVE to be! I'm sure you can relate to several of these! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Taylor Swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Minnie Mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My dog, Jewel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A flower shop owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The Travel Channel's Vacation Spot Tester &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Missionary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Giraffe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Broadway Dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Red Wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Football coach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. A beautiful peony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. A personal shopper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Bartender in the Caribbean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Chef or cake designer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Children's book author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Lady Gaga (but only for a day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Wedding planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. E! News reporter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Traveling Nurse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Kelly Ripa and her arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Kenny Chesney's biggest competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my reasons for a few of the odd ones:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift- she writes all her own music and she has someone blow out her hair for her. That alone should be my reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minnie Mouse- I love red, polka dots, and high heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giraffe- No reason at all really, I just happen to really like them and their spots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Wine- I would be drowning in it all day instead of just at nights : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Football Coach- I would be a girl coach, but there are so many times I think I could tell them what's up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling Nurse- If you know me well, this was NEVER an option due to my lacking knowledge in science and math. However, you can travel, help people, and make great money along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly Ripa- No explanation needed. Her arms are freaking awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny Chesney's Biggest Competition- I would love to have been blessed with the pipes but I wasn't but I can still rock it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-42454677142870437?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/42454677142870437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-could-be-anything-or-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/42454677142870437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/42454677142870437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-could-be-anything-or-anyone.html' title='If I Could Be Anything or Anyone....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-5398623204833029196</id><published>2010-11-02T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:31:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Centerpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBl1HFfKYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/o7PI_2tqclw/s1600/DSCN1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBl07pp8FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lhODuDG6AKE/s1600/DSCN1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBl07pp8FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lhODuDG6AKE/s400/DSCN1460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035902078349394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no secret that I would LOVE nothing more than to have my own little shop completely inspired by The Daily Flower. Well, here is my first attempt of making a pumpkin with flowers. Although I love these flowers very much...I would have chosen something a little different for my taste. But don't get my wrong...these make my heart flutter!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBl0aQvm_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/FlzPzAp4Bus/s400/DSCN1459.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035893115493362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBl1HFfKYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/o7PI_2tqclw/s400/DSCN1461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035905147873666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than fresh flowers, I added sticks, leaves, and moss at the bottom to make it look fuller and to blend in my empty spaces. I think I have discovered how much I love sticks from the yard mixed with flowers. It just gives it such a whimsical look and mixes a little masculine with such feminine blooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-5398623204833029196?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/5398623204833029196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-centerpiece.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5398623204833029196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5398623204833029196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-centerpiece.html' title='Pumpkin Centerpiece'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBl07pp8FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lhODuDG6AKE/s72-c/DSCN1460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-247632175212686550</id><published>2010-11-02T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:14:03.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fright Fest Friday night, Halloween party Saturday night, and man am I pooped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhbVHH3WI/AAAAAAAAA54/b0rOu2mIIv8/s1600/DSCN1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhI-v9rQI/AAAAAAAAA5o/VeKIKM9bJSs/s1600/DSCN1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhI-v9rQI/AAAAAAAAA5o/VeKIKM9bJSs/s400/DSCN1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535030748949359874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I vow to never to go Six Flags unless it is a Friday night in October. There are short lines if any lines at all, you don't sweat to death, and you don't have a need to eat or drink! This was my second time going to Fright Fest and it is confirmed to never go during a hot month for the rest of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhIL8lyTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/k3a3or7uj1w/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535030735312111922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhbOXV-iI/AAAAAAAAA5w/nu82Wamga2E/s400/DSCN1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535031062378707490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is right after riding Goliath! You can't really tell here because they both have dark hair but it was standing up, sticking out, and all over the place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhbVHH3WI/AAAAAAAAA54/b0rOu2mIIv8/s400/DSCN1151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535031064189721954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Saturday night DJM and I went to a Halloween party. Next year, I think I will need to get a costume that is a little warmer...unless it is hot. Thank you Chattanooga for never knowing what the weather will be like. So after changing into sweats to go home and getting a sack of Krystals, we called it a weekend! We realize we are getting old after two nights of not going to bed until 2 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhG70NsFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/isRWwR_Uv38/s400/DSCN1157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535030713802141778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhHrN-JoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yYOZSaVZj6o/s400/DSCN1159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535030726526641794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhHcjAi8I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/o5jnMlo_518/s400/DSCN1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535030722588347330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-247632175212686550?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/247632175212686550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/spooky-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/247632175212686550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/247632175212686550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/11/spooky-weekend.html' title='Spooky Weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TNBhI-v9rQI/AAAAAAAAA5o/VeKIKM9bJSs/s72-c/DSCN1148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8067964166614640730</id><published>2010-10-11T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:35:15.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crown and Kleenex, with Lotion Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My favorite text of the game-losing weekend from a fellow Alabama fan: "Who's buying the Crown?" Boy, this Saturday was killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please pass the kleenex with lotion please....I am still mending from a huge loss on Saturday, my heart has been broken. I am not use to losing and this one sure did hurt, right to the core! However, I am already counting down to Saturday for another game. My phone was blowing up and it seems as though people were just waiting for Alabama to take the plunge. Well, I have news for them....we are still going to be the team to beat, and don't we all want an SEC team to be the number 1 team in the Nation?!?!?! Not Ohio...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, South Carolina, enjoy this moment. You deserve it. You beat us fair and square. But beware, we may meet again in December and I promise you, Sabin will return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday it is on, I cannot wait to pull out all my Alabama stuff and cheer them on yet another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll Tide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8067964166614640730?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8067964166614640730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/10/crown-and-kleenex-with-lotion-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8067964166614640730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8067964166614640730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/10/crown-and-kleenex-with-lotion-please.html' title='Crown and Kleenex, with Lotion Please.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7803765986652865342</id><published>2010-09-27T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:13:17.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoT3tQvRI/AAAAAAAAA3s/qMkBbjazfRQ/s1600/Halloween+Yarn+Wreath+007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoShr0arI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8v5JYAedCto/s1600/100_3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoShr0arI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8v5JYAedCto/s400/100_3368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521668548133677746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With October right around the corner, and the best weather a year can see, I cannot help but swoon at these pictures of all you can do with a pumpkin! The more I keep seeing pumpkins in the big, tall, cardboard boxes, the more I want to roll up my sleeves, dive in, and paint, plant, or carve! I cannot wait to get started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoSfMTDrI/AAAAAAAAA3M/bT6AQmuPUFA/s400/DSC_0668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521668547464597170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDg_SzzhQI/AAAAAAAAA3E/9P_FViAyKic/s400/garlandgrace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521660521141732610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDr0o5cxOI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6E1PpHWYW9o/s400/CLX1107Galotti654-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521672432720332002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDr08OxlaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ta167HaqkG0/s400/p_flowers_fix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521672437910050210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are paper pumpkins. Click on the link to see just how to make them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;http://katray.blogspot.com/2010/09/paper-pumpkins.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoTBGZObI/AAAAAAAAA3c/0eeyebvW4b8/s400/P1040274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521668556566641074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoTWUhL2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/FkNIFI_kyls/s400/P1040271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521668562263027554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Check out this ober cute wreath made out of yarn! So very festive!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoT3tQvRI/AAAAAAAAA3s/qMkBbjazfRQ/s400/Halloween+Yarn+Wreath+007+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521668571225177362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Happy Pumpkin Shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDr1XkY2xI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5r_NXTzB1Y0/s400/pumpkins.truck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521672445248461586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; 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Pumpkins! Pumpkins!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TKDoShr0arI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8v5JYAedCto/s72-c/100_3368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7455461458590183271</id><published>2010-09-09T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:47:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Scotch To See The Possibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Grandpa Cook is quite a character. I could never make up the stories about him through my childhood and even adult life. This is one of my favorite stories. Hope you laugh just as much as I do when I think about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My grandfather wears glasses, has a full head of white hair, has worked his whole life hardly ever taking a vacation, he is not a big man in height or in weight, he is a wise man, and not a vain bone in his body until he discovered a drooping eyebrow. This drooping problem was only noticed by him, no one else. He was bothered by this and figured he would have it fixed. Cosmetic surgery, he thought and told us it just very well could help him see better. We just laughed and brushed it off thinking he would be logical and not do it. However he proved us wrong but nonetheless, he tested the waters out first. You see, he is a man that needs to know what it will be like in his new face, so, he found a way to see the possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure if to this day he knows we know this, but it has brought me much joy in my life. While working in his home office, he got the clever idea to use scotch tape to tape up his eyebrow and see how working with this new vision could be. He forgot about it and went walking around the house with it still there and very visible! Maryann asks him what he is doing and as serious as he can be, although giggling a little, he proceeds to tell her he just wanted to check out the possibilities....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He came to his senses and didn't go through with it. I am sure he felt silly and realized he is an old man who didn't need to have any corrective surgery, I mean who wouldn't want to look wise at (soon to be) 84? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TIjlHILgPmI/AAAAAAAAA28/2KARvlIJA7k/s400/SCOTCH+TAPE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514909654332751458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7455461458590183271?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7455461458590183271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-scotch-to-see-possibilities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7455461458590183271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7455461458590183271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-scotch-to-see-possibilities.html' title='A Little Scotch To See The Possibilities'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TIjlHILgPmI/AAAAAAAAA28/2KARvlIJA7k/s72-c/SCOTCH+TAPE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4782908415610992541</id><published>2010-08-27T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:53:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvst0oEOAI/AAAAAAAAA20/9FPpqhikOdI/s1600/DSCN1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvstLp-ziI/AAAAAAAAA2s/wxl7fvj0vh8/s1600/DSCN1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvstLp-ziI/AAAAAAAAA2s/wxl7fvj0vh8/s400/DSCN1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511258829985074722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My whole life I have shared sad and happy moments, vacations, movies, birthday parties, clothes, stories, and memories with four women in my family: my mom, my Aunt, and my two cousins: Allison and Leigha. We are each two years apart from the oldest...of course I am the youngest coming in at 26. My cousin, Leigha, is the first one of us to be pregnant....thankfully Allison and I have a little bit of a preview of what it could be like for us when the day comes to have a baby bump! Which is NOT in the near future for me, but maybe for Allison! Leigha is a beautiful girl so it was no surprise to see her so cute with a bump! It was a wonderful day full of family and seeing faces we haven't seen in quite some time. You know you are a Ledbetter when you get a handmade quilt for a special occasion like getting married or having a baby. Leigha got two quilts that will one day be passed down and become an heirloom. To me there is nothing better than family heirlooms. What a blessed little boy to come into a family who already loves him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvsZw34b8I/AAAAAAAAA2c/-LdgJ3ujJnY/s400/DSCN1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511258496378105794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvssmp9KBI/AAAAAAAAA2k/YdZwhuKs86s/s400/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511258820052854802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Leigha's husband went to McCallie and this was a wonderful and thoughtful gift given by Allison's father in law...I know Leland will be sporting this soon after he is born because the 10 year reunion is on his due date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvst0oEOAI/AAAAAAAAA20/9FPpqhikOdI/s400/DSCN1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511258840982894594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Allison who lives in Atlanta, Leigha in Knoxville, and me here in Chattanooga...we don't get to see each other near as much as the good ol' days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here are some of the centerpieces I did for the shower. Leigha is a hugh book lover (as am I) so I figured why not do children's books as the centerpieces! This was a great way for me to give her a gift and also display it for everyone to travel down memory road! 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-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9144082664348521777-4782908415610992541?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4782908415610992541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-bump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4782908415610992541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4782908415610992541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-bump.html' title='Baby Bump'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THvstLp-ziI/AAAAAAAAA2s/wxl7fvj0vh8/s72-c/DSCN1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-5712759838120199392</id><published>2010-08-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:23:34.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfIWMt0pbI/AAAAAAAAA1s/jZlRdVvAJPM/s400/37468_10150228794075167_516310166_13374345_7087543_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092952807187890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGmz2T7qI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lWvF-ZhkHhc/s1600/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGljvryxI/AAAAAAAAA00/4VHtTgwaxa0/s1600/34928_10150228794325167_516310166_13374358_2119030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGljvryxI/AAAAAAAAA00/4VHtTgwaxa0/s400/34928_10150228794325167_516310166_13374358_2119030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091017663793938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Daniel's 26th birthday, I planned a child's party but with alcohol. I asked him what he wanted to do since our tradition is taking trips, and he said he wanted to go Medieval Times and Dave and Busters. So, we did just that. With a fun group in tow, we headed to Atlanta and had a wonderful time. Here are some pictures to show just how much fun we had. If you have never been to Medieval Times, I highly suggest you make plans. You will love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfIVF3aQwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wSIsUwo_e_I/s400/34661_10150228794150167_516310166_13374349_1054737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092933788484354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a big production. Daniel wanted to sit in the "bad knight" section because they are the last to die and it is more fun to boo everyone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGmz2T7qI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lWvF-ZhkHhc/s400/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091039166426786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfIVfXae5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/R5_kl581F90/s400/34661_10150228794155167_516310166_13374350_108507_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092940633602962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel cheering on his knight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGl6H8O8I/AAAAAAAAA08/YAXSUIN90u0/s400/34928_10150228794310167_516310166_13374357_3481403_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091023671114690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGmeHKqqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/c_nLyPrRr1E/s400/34661_10150228794145167_516310166_13374348_2040610_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091033331542690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfGlRYEJFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/NgId0v0aK44/s400/34565_10150228794545167_516310166_13374372_1806900_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091012732888146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We felt the need to try to fit in a small train car while leaving out of the side door of the mall. Mission accomplished. I am surprised we were not arrested by the mall cop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfIWacxiAI/AAAAAAAAA10/wiiEgU66d20/s400/37506_10150228794790167_516310166_13374390_2221414_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092956493776898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;To wrap up our night in Atlanta, we met up with more friends and went bar hoping in Virginia Highlands. Really fun day! Cannot wait to do it all over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-5712759838120199392?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/5712759838120199392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/08/medieval-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5712759838120199392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5712759838120199392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/08/medieval-times.html' title='Medieval Times'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/THfIWMt0pbI/AAAAAAAAA1s/jZlRdVvAJPM/s72-c/37468_10150228794075167_516310166_13374345_7087543_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4807611989659855404</id><published>2010-08-17T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:43:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Faced Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On this rainy day I need something to laugh at so I am turning to myself! Lately I have been all up in a camera acting a fool. Never have I ever really been this way but the outcome has been hilarious....for me at least! I mean, if you can't laugh at yourself then why laugh at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bfv_s3lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bn1gBWjueZ4/s1600/34226_10150219277160167_516310166_13118416_6860696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bfv_s3lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bn1gBWjueZ4/s400/34226_10150219277160167_516310166_13118416_6860696_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498292058595319378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bgEofjyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/i-YnFfJMeWI/s1600/34928_10150228794305167_516310166_13374356_2152989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bgEofjyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/i-YnFfJMeWI/s400/34928_10150228794305167_516310166_13374356_2152989_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498292064135122722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bgtrAWeI/AAAAAAAAAz4/cKTmSX4k5NA/s1600/38463_10150228794865167_516310166_13374395_4721652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bgtrAWeI/AAAAAAAAAz4/cKTmSX4k5NA/s400/38463_10150228794865167_516310166_13374395_4721652_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498292075151514082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4807611989659855404?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4807611989659855404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/07/funny-faced-fool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4807611989659855404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4807611989659855404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/07/funny-faced-fool.html' title='Funny Faced Fool'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3bfv_s3lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bn1gBWjueZ4/s72-c/34226_10150219277160167_516310166_13118416_6860696_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-6446443226971187596</id><published>2010-08-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:08:16.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% Agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(105, 14, 2); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a HUGE fan of Sugarland and this is just another reason why I MUST love Jennifer Nettles. (This was taken from her blog and I read it on CountryMusicIsLove.com) I agree with EVERYTHING she has to say, and I love, love, LOVE that someone else feels the exact same way I do about the smell of a book store and book pages. Feel free to enjoy and agree! Say no to Kindles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; width: 375px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(105, 14, 2); text-decoration: none; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Judge a Book by its Cover? You Bet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;In the super high tech world of iPads (which I love, but not for books), kindles, etc., I find myself sad at the potential of losing the tangible literary arts to the digital deity of convenience. I love books. I love the way they smell. I love libraries. I love the way they smell. I love discovering the artwork and choice of paper by the author and publisher. I love book marks. They can be beautiful little pieces of functional art in and of themselves. Metal and hook-like. Beaded. All sorts of book marks. I love book stores. I love the way they smell. I love the way you can see so many different kinds of people searching through sections of so many diverse subjects and disciplines. Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Look, I realize that Borders or Barnes and Noble aren’t just about to ,poof, disappear. But, if you look at the way the music industry has changed with technology, well, let’s just say your friendly, neighborhood record stores are neither in the neighborhood nor record stores for the most part. (Don’t get me wrong. I love the ease and convenience of going online and getting the latest album of interest! I just miss the romance). Does anyone remember “High Fidelity”?  Or the awesome scene in “Pretty in Pink” when Ducky comes in and does his killer dance to “Try a Little Tenderness” by Otis Redding? Record stores were a place of culture. A place to find culture. A place to share culture. So are book stores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;And don’t try and give me the “environmental” argument. I love this world and its trees and you can’t tell me that books are the cause of our losing the rain forest. On the contrary I would argue that useless, asinine, office work along with overall product packaging and items like paper towels and junk mail tend to burn through the Amazon (no pun intended. I really mean the jungle:-) way faster than your average copy of “War and Peace”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;And what about bookshelves?  I love my bookshelf. I sometimes go and just stare at it, chronicling those books I’ve read and those that still await me there. You can tell a lot about a person by her bookshelf.  What will we fill them with if we stop reading tangible books?  Tchotchkeys?  What-Nots?  Those annoying “Precious Moments” figurines?  Could it be that one day the bookshelf will be an architectural relic that will date a building at a certain age. (“Ah yes, and the study, built in 1993, has actual built-in bookshelves, giving it a quaint, nostalgic, old educated charm”).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Moreover, what am I going to do in the airport or subway when I can’t look over and judge the person next to me by the book he’s reading?  This is where I really get annoyed. I love to look at someone’s book choice and make up my own story about who he/she is and what he/she’s like. Let’s call it “judging a book by its cover” if you will. If you’re reading a book I’ve read, I get an automatic connection with you. “Oh, ‘Peony in Love’!  What a wonderful book!”. (I actually saw a lady on the plane reading it a couple of months ago and said that. Automatic connection. “I’ve-read-that-book-and-you’re-reading-that-book.-We-could-be-friends”-type-stuff.) And don’t worry, I crouched in the corner like every other full grown woman as I devoured the whole “Twilight” series.  I couldn’t stop. But I was aware people might be looking at the cover and thinking, “there is a full grown woman obsessed with a book for teenage girls”. (Don’t even get me started about the book my Mother made me read, “Something Borrowed”. It was a super fast read, and a guilty pleasure, and I loved it. While I didn’t mind the title too much, I was devastated by the cover, telling her, “Mama, it’s pink!”. I don’t do pink fyi). It’s as if a book can become another accessory, offering insight into the reader. For example, I have proudly displayed my copies of “A Winter’s Tale” (Mark Helprin), “A Wild Sheep Chase” (Murakami) or “Eating Animals” (Jonathan Safran Foer) in airports, coffee shops etc. They are tangible, collectible works of art. They are also symbols offering a glimpse of my tastes, likes, dislikes or just plain interests.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Currently I just finished reading “Wild Swans”. I was sort of tricked because I thought it might have been based on the lives of three generations of Chinese women as opposed to a biography of the ACTUAL lives of three generations of Chinese women. Don’t get me wrong, it’s pretty fascinating, but biographies are slow reads to me. I’m more of a novel gal. However, I harbor the guilt of a writer who, upon once opening a book, feels committed to see it through. Only once do I consciously remember abandoning a book before finishing it. So, I committed to finishing this beautiful biography and I’m glad I did. I learned so much about China. Wild stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;I’ve currently told myself that I can’t go back to the book store before I read through some more of the books on my shelf. We’ll see how long this lasts. In the meantime, my plan is to read “Committed”, the new Elizabeth Gilbert book, followed by “The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde” which sits currently on my shelf. Then, everyone who sees its cover will know how funny I am. (He was terribly witty). That is unless I see the guy next to me in the airport with an interesting cover and have to go get that one…….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-6446443226971187596?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/6446443226971187596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/08/100-agree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6446443226971187596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6446443226971187596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/08/100-agree.html' title='100% Agree'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7433935039846904233</id><published>2010-07-28T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:28:48.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Summer Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a nerd, no doubt when it comes to books....I have accepted this and I admit it with pride because I love them so much. A book is my comfort, like a security blanket and I am A OK with this! I have been choosing (mainly) light reads for this summer because I started with a book called House Rules and it wore me out on reading a very serious book. What are you reading this summer? I am always looking for great suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is what I am reading this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best Friends Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mighty Queens of Freeville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something Borrowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XHXSh4JI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1tvuzVkFRKw/s1600/OWHTG1Jsriltnl5mdx4RGBRDo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XHXSh4JI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1tvuzVkFRKw/s400/OWHTG1Jsriltnl5mdx4RGBRDo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498287241600032914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3Yl-rNxMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/5-6D7-fAN9Y/s1600/51gVXYHMyxL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3Yl-rNxMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/5-6D7-fAN9Y/s400/51gVXYHMyxL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498288867080258754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XIz1CJII/AAAAAAAAAzQ/TJWzdGMoqeg/s1600/Something-Borrowed-by-Emily-Giffin-2010-04-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XIz1CJII/AAAAAAAAAzQ/TJWzdGMoqeg/s400/Something-Borrowed-by-Emily-Giffin-2010-04-06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498287266440815746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These reads I am wanting to add to my list because they have come so highly recommended:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Host&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Water For Elephants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XIQtyYCI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ThNUtTH011Q/s1600/the_girl_with_the_dragon_tattoo.large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XIQtyYCI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ThNUtTH011Q/s400/the_girl_with_the_dragon_tattoo.large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498287257015181346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XH-VS_kI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DkARPBvY62k/s1600/water-for-elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XH-VS_kI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DkARPBvY62k/s400/water-for-elephants.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498287252080623170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7433935039846904233?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7433935039846904233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-summer-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7433935039846904233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7433935039846904233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-summer-reads.html' title='The Best Summer Reads'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3XHXSh4JI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1tvuzVkFRKw/s72-c/OWHTG1Jsriltnl5mdx4RGBRDo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8779147546518316462</id><published>2010-07-26T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:15:20.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This summer has been a little different for me with no week long vacation or any length of time at the beach. However, I still love what summer is made of: sundresses, pool days, movies, pony tails and no make up, ice cream, deck dining, late nights, easy reads, and of course, yummy drinks! This summer has been a busy one with weekend travels and a couple of weddings. So, this is what I have been up to...minus my summer reading list I love working through:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Nashville for Lindsey and Jon Kidd's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LV7gBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyA/esMxgeqem80/s1600/DSCN0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LV7gBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyA/esMxgeqem80/s400/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274297698924194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheering on America in the World Cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LWu4kRhI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ymtiyM5XyOY/s1600/30703_10150204741240167_516310166_12683289_981463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LWu4kRhI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ymtiyM5XyOY/s400/30703_10150204741240167_516310166_12683289_981463_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274311492093458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting some restful, no make up and pony tail time...all while reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LWwsuy9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Hts4VZJY5LU/s1600/34226_10150219277180167_516310166_13118420_5440148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LWwsuy9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Hts4VZJY5LU/s400/34226_10150219277180167_516310166_13118420_5440148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274311979322322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having fun with some bunnies in North Carolina for the 4th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LWE511LI/AAAAAAAAAyI/k-3q5UFqxaE/s1600/13460_10150219271065167_516310166_13118194_2374506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LWE511LI/AAAAAAAAAyI/k-3q5UFqxaE/s400/13460_10150219271065167_516310166_13118194_2374506_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274300223149234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As well as a ton of lake time, which is always needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LXfOhaQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ph-rm5h8ZpQ/s1600/34226_10150219277170167_516310166_13118418_7193389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LXfOhaQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ph-rm5h8ZpQ/s400/34226_10150219277170167_516310166_13118418_7193389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274324469082370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Neck fundraiser for the Ronald McDonald House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3L2xkk82I/AAAAAAAAAyo/8huzWHjQNIY/s1600/36103_10150213097935167_516310166_12940481_1079452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3L2xkk82I/AAAAAAAAAyo/8huzWHjQNIY/s400/36103_10150213097935167_516310166_12940481_1079452_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274861969372002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;A FUN trip to Medieval times in Atlanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3NNxf03_I/AAAAAAAAAyw/qz7MtFg5aFE/s1600/34928_10150228794310167_516310166_13374357_3481403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3NNxf03_I/AAAAAAAAAyw/qz7MtFg5aFE/s400/34928_10150228794310167_516310166_13374357_3481403_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498276356598063090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My summer may not be filled with the beach like I wish it was but I am still enjoying it with my favorite person in the world where ever and whatever we end up doing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy rest of the Summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8779147546518316462?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8779147546518316462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-lovin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8779147546518316462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8779147546518316462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TE3LV7gBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyA/esMxgeqem80/s72-c/DSCN0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1888962760961592472</id><published>2010-06-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:39:23.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>I have been inspired by Miranda Lambert's song, "The House That Built Me." Every time I hear it I cannot help but think of all the things she mentions in the song, such as where her favorite dog is buried, hand prints, the brokenness she feels, where she did her homework in the "little back bedroom." I think most people would love to walk around and relish in all the great times lived in a place you called home for such a big part of life. If you are fortunate enough to still have your parents living in the house you were raised in, you are blessed. You never really have to say goodbye. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I think of my grandmothers house. We have our dogs buried under a beautiful tree in the back yard. I think of swimming in her pool, making potions under the deck with my cousin, hearing my grandmother call our room the "front bedroom." Every holiday, birthday, and Sunday after church was spent in this house. The walls could tell a story of our family heritage. It was covered in pictures of grandchildren as babies and growing up, my dad in the military, wedding pictures, summer baseball, soccer, girl scouts, and the list could go on and on. Something I could always count on getting there is a bear hug that my great grandmother always asked for. This home was full of family, love, cartoons, ego waffles, homemade banana pudding, and peanut brittle. I had some of the best times of my life as a child in that house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my grandmother when I was only 10, so the time I had with her was not enough but I will never forget the love in that house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself driving by maybe once every couple of years when I am in the area. The little yellow house with a big yard and swimming pool is supplying another family with beautiful memories these days. I can only hope it means to them what it meant to my family. However, the memories built there still remain: yellow roses growing in the yard, flower beds, and a split rail fence. This was a family project after my grandmother died. We wanted to keep alive what she planted. Not only in the yard but in us as well. I guess you could say that our memories are still growing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1888962760961592472?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1888962760961592472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-hometown-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1888962760961592472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1888962760961592472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-hometown-part-2.html' title='My Hometown (Part 2)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-475155803732239657</id><published>2010-05-20T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:54:35.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chattanoogan&lt;/span&gt;, born and raised. There are many reasons why I love being in Chattanooga: my family, friends, memories, and the best place, hands down, to have a BBQ in the back yard. There are days you forget why you love your hometown, and there are others you simply never forget. This is a list of all my favorites and the reasons why I love my hometown. Chattanooga is very much a one of a kind city. I'm happy to call it mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Knitting Mill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piece A Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chattanooga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Daily Flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lookouts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;River Street Deli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies in the Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony's Pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boutique Couture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Riverbend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coolidge Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roof Top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Art District&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tennessee Aquarium and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Imax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Comedy Catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barkmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Debbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aretha Frankenstein's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Shops on Frasier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big River x 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chattanooga is my place for stored memories, it is my keepsake box. I can be driving down the road, hear a song on the radio and be at a certain place that takes me back 10 years. It is a magical thing, it is a gift. Chattanooga helped build me and mold me into who I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have something that makes our hometown special to us, all places hold different memories. What makes your hometown so great? Where ever you live, leave some love for your hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZuROviWiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LJ97YAg8L50/s1600/n501334840_381600_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZuROviWiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LJ97YAg8L50/s400/n501334840_381600_3597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478187239037098530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hunter Art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZq7n0fcLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/G20f6ZO3fA0/s1600/28353_10150193736030167_516310166_12349507_811850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZq7n0fcLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/G20f6ZO3fA0/s400/28353_10150193736030167_516310166_12349507_811850_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478183569276760242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Daniel at The Lookouts game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZuQwvFEHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/k1P0GvE-PnM/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZuQwvFEHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/k1P0GvE-PnM/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478187230982115442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Daily Flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZwUUg7UGI/AAAAAAAAAxo/IlvSPIjI5ds/s1600/9928_138998234840_501334840_2263303_1489312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZwUUg7UGI/AAAAAAAAAxo/IlvSPIjI5ds/s400/9928_138998234840_501334840_2263303_1489312_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478189491149295714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piece A Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-475155803732239657?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/475155803732239657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hometown-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/475155803732239657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/475155803732239657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hometown-part-1.html' title='My Hometown (Part 1)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/TAZuROviWiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LJ97YAg8L50/s72-c/n501334840_381600_3597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-369868320618416508</id><published>2010-05-20T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:48:50.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petals and Blooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFCW-s-6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/t1ZTZIOH-DY/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFCW-s-6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/t1ZTZIOH-DY/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473356828969335714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I have become obsessed with flowers. I cannot get enough, I always want them around me and I want to wear them. As I am sitting at work, it makes the day much brighter to know that I have a beautiful light lavender stock looking back at me. It is so hard being an adult....you don't get a spring break anymore, summer break, and you realize the little things that help you get through the day...for me, it's flowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFCzwh9yI/AAAAAAAAAvw/I94jDtgBgow/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFCzwh9yI/AAAAAAAAAvw/I94jDtgBgow/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473356836694521634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In downtown Chattanooga, we have this little market-like flower shop called The Daily Flower. The idea is nothing short of perfect: Walk in, pick out your beautiful steams, and make what you love yours. Nothing is ever the same, generic, or over done. It's become a new love for me. I go on my lunch break quite a bit. The staff is so friendly and helpful, they get excited about what you are getting too! I can't stop filling up my home and my desk with flowers. I also love being at the park and seeing their wagon go by with beautiful bouquets of flowers. It is uplifting, always brings a smile to my face, and is so festively seasonal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFDBMpdhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/hvKaM2PQ3j0/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFDBMpdhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/hvKaM2PQ3j0/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473356840302114322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have recently decided that the mix of a bloom and a branch makes for a beautiful center piece as well as making a room that much more welcoming and cozy. I must say the red bud (which is actually lavender) has become my favorite! Daniels parents have them all over their property and now having the idea to put them in a vase sets me over the moon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKWVFaIqI/AAAAAAAAAww/dUhEUJfxlpU/s1600/12-7-07branchcenterpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKWVFaIqI/AAAAAAAAAww/dUhEUJfxlpU/s400/12-7-07branchcenterpiece.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362669616112290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is nothing better than being able to go around your yard and put arrangements together. I threw a couples shower for some dear friends and since I had no time to run to the market, my sweet dad went around the yard and put these together. He told me to never tell anyone or he would kill me...but they are too beautiful not to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKWcrNk-I/AAAAAAAAAw4/Ev1I7nj3_vg/s1600/9928_138998244840_501334840_2263305_6801523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKWcrNk-I/AAAAAAAAAw4/Ev1I7nj3_vg/s400/9928_138998244840_501334840_2263305_6801523_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362671653721058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKW5Ctc7I/AAAAAAAAAxI/HEcXGHgTRqw/s1600/9928_138998259840_501334840_2263308_3190417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKW5Ctc7I/AAAAAAAAAxI/HEcXGHgTRqw/s400/9928_138998259840_501334840_2263308_3190417_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362679268471730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKWj6Zm1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/BYT0jH3IIJ4/s1600/9928_138998249840_501334840_2263306_2637021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VKWj6Zm1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/BYT0jH3IIJ4/s400/9928_138998249840_501334840_2263306_2637021_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362673596472146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VHyGqSeiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/LLkLQP0Bnak/s1600/9928_138998249840_501334840_2263306_2637021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-369868320618416508?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/369868320618416508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/petals-and-blooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/369868320618416508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/369868320618416508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/petals-and-blooms.html' title='Petals and Blooms'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_VFCW-s-6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/t1ZTZIOH-DY/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3355886616910290876</id><published>2010-05-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:58:23.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chilly Steeplechase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P6MrPeqdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ih0_DsEUR6s/s1600/32553_10150183203795167_516310166_12078503_5209747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P6MrPeqdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ih0_DsEUR6s/s400/32553_10150183203795167_516310166_12078503_5209747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472993067858307538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday, May 8 was the fun day of Steeplechase! DJM and I had just gotten back from our cruise, when we hopped right back in the car and heading to Nashville. After a day of preparing food, drinks, packing bags, and driving to Nashville, we were once again ready to spend the day outside with lots of cold beverages....now our livers are on strike! We began the day with breakfast cocktails, yummy bagels, sausage balls, and fruit. The wind was so cold that we could barely move. Every girl was covered with chill bumps, our hats weren't cooperating, and we all had on sweaters. Once day broke, it warmed up but never got hot....it was such a nice day! With all the flooding in Nashville, we were sure the grounds would be covered with mud like last year but surprisingly it looked as if it hadn't rained. My heart goes out to Nashville, I hope it recovers very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P1rOe3ZUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/D3SqWFd25OM/s1600/DSCN0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P1rOe3ZUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/D3SqWFd25OM/s400/DSCN0952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472988095156020546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4UXP12ZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/mc7Qfi5vpjo/s1600/DSCN0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4UXP12ZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/mc7Qfi5vpjo/s400/DSCN0957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472991000906815890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4Thw3mXI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9C0dTwPp8yI/s1600/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4Thw3mXI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9C0dTwPp8yI/s400/DSCN0955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472990986549827954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must say, our little spots were pretty loaded with food, and well let's be honest...and a  pretty good drink selection. I had a little nap around 11, but then I was right back to it! Minus the corn hole, the races, and sitting in the sun, it is meant to be a day of drinking. It seems like a pretty good idea until the end of the day when you are so tired. However, once getting back to The Kidd's, we changed into warm clothes and loaded up for some pizza and hockey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4UtjnYuI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/94M51QVaLTE/s1600/DSCN0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4UtjnYuI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/94M51QVaLTE/s400/DSCN0960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472991006895334114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4U5jlKEI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HRzP2M2nFk0/s1600/DSCN0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4U5jlKEI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HRzP2M2nFk0/s400/DSCN0971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472991010116413506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am already looking forward to Steeplechase 2011! It will be packed with much more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4TyG_7rI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ljPDxmiwKjo/s1600/DSCN0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P4TyG_7rI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ljPDxmiwKjo/s400/DSCN0959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472990990937616050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P1qPImruI/AAAAAAAAAug/KmklJn4qaoI/s1600/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_P1qPImruI/AAAAAAAAAug/KmklJn4qaoI/s400/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472988078151216866" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lmng1hgOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zP3qL5TuASM/s1600/DSCN0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lmng1hgOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zP3qL5TuASM/s400/DSCN0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472690063712288994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lov2J9HQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ky6e_aIV1P0/s1600/DSCN0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lov2J9HQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ky6e_aIV1P0/s400/DSCN0849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692405897338114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpegA7UpI/AAAAAAAAAt4/-5mG5vQhd7g/s1600/DSCN0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpegA7UpI/AAAAAAAAAt4/-5mG5vQhd7g/s400/DSCN0942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472693207407743634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was mine and Daniel's first cruise ever. It was a new experience for the both of us and all in all, we had a great time. However, we are not the cruise couple we had hoped to be. We don't like being on schedules while on vacation. We are so laid back, whatever goes, lazy kind of people. We would rather fly in somewhere and have a week to chill out and explore when we want too. Really, I could just have a week on the beach and never get up and be just fine. That being said, we would go on another cruise, it is just not our favorite way to vacation. But we did have a really good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The deciding factor for both of us was the day in Nassau. We were so excited, couldn't wait to get the day started! We had big plans...notice I said had. We wake up, eat breakfast, and it's time for our excursion: snorkeling. We went by catamaran and it was like a tour of the city on the water. We head back to the boat to take showers and head back out on the town. Sadly, the whole town shuts down at 5:00. There was nothing to do, no where local to eat, no Kalick beer, no straw market. So after walking around in an empty town, we had 2 options: go eat dinner on the ship or go to Senior Frogs. We went to Senior Frogs. This was also another high point of the trip. It was so much fun, they had the best DJ, he was a local Bahama man and full of fun! He grabbed me and we made a train to get 5 shots around the bar....followed by the cupid shuffle. This may be the reason for such a wonderful time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpQdkBt2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/oGwbbr_jc6Y/s1600/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpQdkBt2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/oGwbbr_jc6Y/s400/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692966231488354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite part of the trip was snorkeling!  I felt as though I was one with the fish. I totally loved it. I didn't want to get out of the water. The fish and the reef was nothing like seeing it on TV. It was much more beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LoxXZyFLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jDbY4PN04YU/s1600/DSCN0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LoxXZyFLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jDbY4PN04YU/s400/DSCN0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692432001963186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpPeUGMCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_CIF6pQzgcQ/s1600/DSCN0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpPeUGMCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_CIF6pQzgcQ/s400/DSCN0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692949253238818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpP1k3ekI/AAAAAAAAAtY/aV3yZqhbaf8/s1600/DSCN0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpP1k3ekI/AAAAAAAAAtY/aV3yZqhbaf8/s400/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692955497593410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Half Moon Cay was so relaxing. The water is unbelievably clear...and was a tad bit on the cold side for me, but Daniel just went right on in. There was nothing we wanted to do during our stay on the beach but to stay on the beach. We did just that. We were the last people on the beach, very typical of us! The only thing we bought throughout the trip was a coconut! It was filled with a Miami Vice to begin with, then we took a little trip to our bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LowgahECI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NBduie3PZ7s/s1600/DSCN0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LowgahECI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NBduie3PZ7s/s400/DSCN0869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692417241092130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Low8CYU8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/VI2k8m3HSc0/s1600/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Low8CYU8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/VI2k8m3HSc0/s400/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692424656049090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The food was just ok to me compared to everyone telling us how fantastic it would be. We had our hopes up and were a little shot down! Daniel loved the dinners at night, he always had seafood. The best thing I had was a strawberry bisque soup, chilled. Daniel's was the lobster of course! We loved our wait staff. You cannot find better service anywhere. Hands Down. They even entertained us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LqYFHgaHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Bx_r0GembpQ/s1600/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LqYFHgaHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Bx_r0GembpQ/s400/DSCN0839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472694196619995250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LmoaiA0EI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9m_hfcJD67I/s1600/DSCN0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LmoaiA0EI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9m_hfcJD67I/s400/DSCN0842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472690079199711298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lmo0G1yOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Dqcp9OkZW6U/s1600/DSCN0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lmo0G1yOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Dqcp9OkZW6U/s400/DSCN0841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472690086065064162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were smart in taking our own alcohol on board with us. We would just go to the room when need be and fill up another glass! But there were some days that just called for a frozen, tropical drink...like just getting on  board, laying in the hot sun, or after dinner. My favorite was a drink called Kiss on the Lips....mango puree, grenadine, and rum. Daniel's drink of choice when not getting it from our bar was a bucket of beer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LowBQvpDI/AAAAAAAAAso/DLzKvXsXSkg/s1600/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LowBQvpDI/AAAAAAAAAso/DLzKvXsXSkg/s400/DSCN0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692408878605362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ship was full of night life: comedy shows, casino, dance clubs, and BINGO! We went to the comedy shows, the casino, and walked into the dance club and turned right around. We never played bingo but we did watch our new friends play for a buy in of $20 to win $5,000. Funny, no one won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was our last day on ship. We were returning home. We did have a wonderful time, I think the best thing for me was just getting to spend time with Daniel and shut the rest of the world out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LvVNaepeI/AAAAAAAAAuI/l-pkS7If748/s1600/DSCN0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LvVNaepeI/AAAAAAAAAuI/l-pkS7If748/s400/DSCN0938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472699644865586658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lmm9f35QI/AAAAAAAAAr4/A_lQ_C97ffs/s1600/DSCN0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_Lmm9f35QI/AAAAAAAAAr4/A_lQ_C97ffs/s400/DSCN0939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472690054226240770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9144082664348521777-8281530918103171475?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8281530918103171475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/bahamas-cruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8281530918103171475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8281530918103171475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/bahamas-cruise.html' title='Bahamas Cruise'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S_LpQrH476I/AAAAAAAAAto/Gg1tZSz63Hc/s72-c/DSCN0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-5307320991480015803</id><published>2010-05-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:08:25.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Gun Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wU5mIpXuI/AAAAAAAAArY/mUWUQGEP0TI/s1600/26922_10150173043120167_516310166_11838164_3273059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wU5mIpXuI/AAAAAAAAArY/mUWUQGEP0TI/s400/26922_10150173043120167_516310166_11838164_3273059_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770627070222050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never been to a more fun couples shower! We went to Nashville to celebrate the engagement of some very dear friends. Top Gun everything. I have never seen so many flight suits in all my life, heard all the greatest quotes from the movie, and laughed at the scenes of the movie that were being played out live in action! I know everyone enjoyed the night, we would like another one to happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUdMVofzI/AAAAAAAAAqg/MK166miNYXc/s1600/26922_10150173037640167_516310166_11838070_7091601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUdMVofzI/AAAAAAAAAqg/MK166miNYXc/s400/26922_10150173037640167_516310166_11838070_7091601_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770139109031730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Happy Couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUeNfbo8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/kyna9soUCZo/s1600/26922_10150171160720167_516310166_11795873_7088851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUeNfbo8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/kyna9soUCZo/s400/26922_10150171160720167_516310166_11795873_7088851_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770156598436802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUd21AfgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/cBTKLeF0Iz4/s1600/26922_10150173037690167_516310166_11838075_560237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUd21AfgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/cBTKLeF0Iz4/s400/26922_10150173037690167_516310166_11838075_560237_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770150514916866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUdvNBCaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KxJb9n2IeaI/s1600/26922_10150173037655167_516310166_11838072_1243357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wUdvNBCaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KxJb9n2IeaI/s400/26922_10150173037655167_516310166_11838072_1243357_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770148468132258" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-5307320991480015803?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/5307320991480015803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-gun-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5307320991480015803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/5307320991480015803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-gun-party.html' title='Top Gun Party'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wU5mIpXuI/AAAAAAAAArY/mUWUQGEP0TI/s72-c/26922_10150173043120167_516310166_11838164_3273059_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7654237168775415041</id><published>2010-05-12T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:31:46.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Out The Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a birthday a few weeks ago and even though 26 is nothing too big to celebrate, it sure didn't feel that way. It began with a cake at work, 2 deliveries of flowers....one from my sweet DJM and an afternoon surprise from my mom and brother. I am lucky enough to have a best friend who's birthday is just 2 days before mine so the celebration becomes a bit epic, out of control, and well....unforgettable! So that celebration begin at Tony's Pasta Friday night with gifts of wine and girly stuff from our wonderful group of friends. Jayme was on a midnight count down so I could be old with her....shots all around anyone??? The story continues but is maybe to much to put down into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJWiUwT7I/AAAAAAAAApA/RuPKUereA4U/s1600/DSCN0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJWiUwT7I/AAAAAAAAApA/RuPKUereA4U/s400/DSCN0813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470757930123939762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Jayme above. Joined below with Nick and Tyson...we also felt the need to celebrate Nicks upcoming birthday the following Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ8Wc6H3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bJvssraX6RI/s1600/DSCN0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ8Wc6H3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bJvssraX6RI/s400/DSCN0822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758579771940722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday was the stormiest day of the year, and so far of the season to come. But I ventured out for lunch with my family. We went for hot dogs at Good Dog, ice cream at Clumpies, and with both came really fun stories of my childhood and making memories for when I am even older to talk about. I can see it now...they will all talk about the storm, and how we braved it anyways! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wM70Ii6hI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6pfvLv77s50/s1600/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wM70Ii6hI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6pfvLv77s50/s400/DSCN0814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470761869094611474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The army was kind enough to let us out for a night! We totally didn't know we were dressed alike until it was too late to change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daniel surprised me with a gift before we went to lunch. I thought our cruise was my birthday gift, that's what it was supposed to be. However, he handed me a card, I was thinking he didn't want me to be empty handed on my birthday, and then all of a sudden a small box appears. My eyes light up very surprised at what he has done. I open it and my eyes REALLY light up! He surprised me with emerald earrings! They are absolutely beautiful, I LOVE them!!! SO flowers, a cruise, emerald earrings....I have the best bf hands down! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ9XP_9aI/AAAAAAAAAqI/a0eqDUBIrPU/s1600/DSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ9XP_9aI/AAAAAAAAAqI/a0eqDUBIrPU/s400/DSCN0826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758597166101922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday night it was out to dinner with my best friend Beth and her husband. She had me a yummy cake that was beach themed in honor of our cruise. She also surprised me with tickets to a summer concert featuring Colbie Colette! Cannot wait for August to get here! And then to top that off, she hands me a gift card to buy myself something for our cruise! I mean, who has the best friends of anyone!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ9OBlNoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wWdzBHOusmM/s1600/DSCN0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ9OBlNoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wWdzBHOusmM/s400/DSCN0825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758594689709698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wKDshJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qErHIApV3QI/s1600/DSCN0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wKDshJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qErHIApV3QI/s400/DSCN0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758705954420322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 26 can be a happy age....it has been very happy for me thus far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ7-sQJhI/AAAAAAAAApw/frh_Oikudfw/s1600/DSCN0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ7-sQJhI/AAAAAAAAApw/frh_Oikudfw/s400/DSCN0815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758573393847826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJXqOeLlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iHMub9NkBws/s1600/DSCN0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJXqOeLlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iHMub9NkBws/s400/DSCN0817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470757949424938578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ7qwfF1I/AAAAAAAAApo/j-1zJktVxoY/s1600/DSCN0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJ7qwfF1I/AAAAAAAAApo/j-1zJktVxoY/s400/DSCN0820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758568042895186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJYUzR25I/AAAAAAAAApg/F7ccb_uoRao/s1600/DSCN0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJYUzR25I/AAAAAAAAApg/F7ccb_uoRao/s400/DSCN0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470757960853609362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJXwpUC9I/AAAAAAAAApY/9FdUj9W54YE/s1600/DSCN0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJXwpUC9I/AAAAAAAAApY/9FdUj9W54YE/s400/DSCN0818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470757951148133330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7654237168775415041?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7654237168775415041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/blowing-out-candles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7654237168775415041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7654237168775415041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/blowing-out-candles.html' title='Blowing Out The Candles'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wJWiUwT7I/AAAAAAAAApA/RuPKUereA4U/s72-c/DSCN0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-1424619320545688760</id><published>2010-05-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:10:26.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAsbmh-1I/AAAAAAAAAno/xxL0Ms2Gisw/s1600/23454_1254060827932_1121880209_30620169_2709144_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAsbmh-1I/AAAAAAAAAno/xxL0Ms2Gisw/s400/23454_1254060827932_1121880209_30620169_2709144_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470748410671922002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a bittersweet year for me as I embarked on my last year of coaching. As I went through the seasons of summer camps, choreography camps, dance camps, football, basketball, competition, and the final spring show, it was all my very last. I have been coaching this set of girls since they were in middle school and it was time for my first group to graduate. I felt it was the best time for me to graduate as well to the next chapter in my life....too bad I don't get a redo on college but I am excited for what's to come. I am not quite sure what that is going to be just yet but I have a feeling it will be  a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wEqoFbqeI/AAAAAAAAAow/0ey1jw67UiE/s1600/DSCF2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wEqoFbqeI/AAAAAAAAAow/0ey1jw67UiE/s400/DSCF2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752777709529570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBykDsM6I/AAAAAAAAAog/3dOlURWaB9M/s1600/n501334840_381631_3585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBykDsM6I/AAAAAAAAAog/3dOlURWaB9M/s400/n501334840_381631_3585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749615532553122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAsEAb7rI/AAAAAAAAAng/EQJxQpnxsMM/s1600/17440_1225417911877_1121880209_30562971_2885575_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAsEAb7rI/AAAAAAAAAng/EQJxQpnxsMM/s400/17440_1225417911877_1121880209_30562971_2885575_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470748404338126514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will never forget the memories of the last 6 years. They helped mold me into who I am today. I learned so much from coaching. I met my best friend through coaching. I was given another family...we grieved together, rejoiced together, celebrated together, worked through problems and were there in all the tough times. I have watched these girls grow up and see them at the the most exciting times of their life thus far. At our banquet, the girls really, really surprised me with the best gift I may have ever received. They made a coffee table book of all the years we have spent together. Turning the pages, all the girls had written memories and thank yous that made me pretty much cry like a baby. These are the memories I will cherish forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAtYoJAxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jwt9rLp0Q4A/s1600/me+and+beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAtYoJAxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jwt9rLp0Q4A/s400/me+and+beth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470748427053237010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There will be many times throughout the years to come that I will crave yelling out 5 6 7 8. And teaching the basics of skills, and motions, and yelling point your toes! But it is time for another adventure and really a test for me to see what more I can accomplish. I was blessed with lots of talented girls to coach, and 1 boy! We have been fortunate enough to be really successful and have lots of support. Not that I am bragging....but we do have really awesome (1st place) moments to always remember. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBy_j6n2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/RQDL0iHDftk/s1600/n664151820_1273541_8536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBy_j6n2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/RQDL0iHDftk/s400/n664151820_1273541_8536.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749622915473250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be the first time in my life in 12 years that dance won't be in my schedule. But I am pretty sure if I need a fix I will be invited back to practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wByOPtVUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mlDMKvJIdXY/s1600/n501334840_381623_7477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wByOPtVUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mlDMKvJIdXY/s400/n501334840_381623_7477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749609677378882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my senior year as a dancer, I really have been doing this for so long.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAs_OnMiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/9j-xJ0kgpds/s1600/29059_418295998412_620738412_5227763_1368347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAs_OnMiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/9j-xJ0kgpds/s400/29059_418295998412_620738412_5227763_1368347_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470748420235276834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures throughout all my years of coaching:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAtLrbsXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GEONT6pqX4U/s1600/n501334840_381599_3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAtLrbsXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GEONT6pqX4U/s400/n501334840_381599_3304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470748423577383282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBx1fv-oI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DpPcUs5DzC0/s1600/n501334840_381600_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBx1fv-oI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DpPcUs5DzC0/s400/n501334840_381600_3597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749603033774722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBxoVLaII/AAAAAAAAAoI/Z8Z4Tf_py-0/s1600/n1121880164_30025896_4046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wBxoVLaII/AAAAAAAAAoI/Z8Z4Tf_py-0/s400/n1121880164_30025896_4046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749599499774082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-1424619320545688760?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/1424619320545688760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1424619320545688760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/1424619320545688760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-wAsbmh-1I/AAAAAAAAAno/xxL0Ms2Gisw/s72-c/23454_1254060827932_1121880209_30620169_2709144_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7620292839634446296</id><published>2010-05-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:17:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up On Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have so many things to get caught up with on here....I better get to it! There have been so many fun and exciting things happening over the past few weeks and there are tons more to come over the summer. There are several posts to come so I am giving you fair warning that you are about to be bombarded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a sneak peek:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msS2TqDdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WKG3Fa0YSLE/s1600/DSCN0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msS2TqDdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WKG3Fa0YSLE/s400/DSCN0825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470092662233763282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msSpbqlYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AnY35ay4h8I/s1600/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msSpbqlYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AnY35ay4h8I/s400/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470092658777691522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msSEet8jI/AAAAAAAAAnI/u6PRoh8ol58/s1600/DSCN0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msSEet8jI/AAAAAAAAAnI/u6PRoh8ol58/s400/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470092648858382898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7620292839634446296?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7620292839634446296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7620292839634446296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7620292839634446296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up-on-life.html' title='Catching Up On Life'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S-msS2TqDdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WKG3Fa0YSLE/s72-c/DSCN0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4490963104176612636</id><published>2010-04-19T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:52:31.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOWLY Climbing</title><content type='html'>This is my last day as a 25 year old. I have compiled a list of all the things that got me to half a century. These are the things I have learned in my 25 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No one likes a bruised pb&amp;amp;j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Having imaginary friends is one of the best memories of my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Playing with baby dolls and barbies didn't scar me for life...in fact, I think they are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Freckles are just kisses from the sun, feel blessed if you have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Butterflies do not butter by, they flutter by, therefore the name should be changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I need to thank Kraft Mac and Cheese for existing...if it weren't for them, I would not be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Selling lemon-aid, colored pictures, and girl scout cookies taught me a good work ethic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Bearinstein Bears books taught me many life lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Remember when your parents would strip you in the parking lot before putting you in the car? Six Flags+ water ride = naked at Six Flags. Thanks mom and dad. Talk about learning humility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Kissing penny's to throw them in a water fountain for your wishes always made me believe in all things good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Throwing rocks at windows during spider season will always get someone's attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Never date the most popular boy in school. There will be girls who are mean for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I wish my prom shoes were the biggest worry and stress in my life now. It's too bad that comes to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Beauty rule to live by in High School: Put toothpaste on a zit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Be as wild as you wanna be in college but keep it in check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. There will come a time in life when you have to separate from your very best friends. The good thing is you learn a lot and when you meet up again you are as close as ever. Friends really do last a life time. Chose them wisely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. God is ALWAYS good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. If you wanna get anywhere in life you have to get out of your comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Laughing and crying are both great joys in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Country music is good for healing the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Fight your hardest for everything you believe in. Even it if makes people mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Make a Bucket List and really live by it. Don't let anyone make you shy away from what you want to adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Sitting outside in a rainstorm with my dad talking about life was a blessing and a memory I will always cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Time really does heal everything. You just have to let it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. You can have your cake and eat it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will start the trip into the land of being closer to 30 than 20. Eek! There have been so many good things these past 25 years, I am anxious to see what the other side holds for me! &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/9144082664348521777-4490963104176612636?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4490963104176612636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/04/slowly-climbing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4490963104176612636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4490963104176612636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/04/slowly-climbing.html' title='SLOWLY Climbing'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7310220108211613747</id><published>2010-04-13T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:10:56.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S8Syf3UWKGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gGpqRQwxzuk/s1600/3206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S8Syf3UWKGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gGpqRQwxzuk/s400/3206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459684908774860898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have become very food conscience since this series began. I was changed the first time I saw the show. I have become quite the reverse junk eater over the past few weeks. I am here to tell ya, no one can match me on eating chocolate for breakfast, ice cream for snacks, fried foods for lunch and dinner, and drinking a 12 pack of coke a day. Not to mention I feel like I have to have popcorn with extra butter every time I go to a movie, I love having baked goods in the house, and talk about frozen coffee on a hot summer day. I absolutely love junk! All that has changed for me since this show. I eat fruit every day, I drink mainly water with a coke every now and then, fresh foods instead of frozen, breakfast every morning, yogurt, and smoothies. I really have just chosen better. Everything I am eating now I have always eaten, I am just eating more of it and leaving out the bad. My body feels better, I work out every day, and I am motivated to do my best at staying healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, now that I have made the change, my mind keeps thinking my body should become as solid as a rock and have results immediately......but that really hasn't happened just yet. I am still working on that part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have not seen this show, please watch it. You don't realize just how bad things are for you. Even at a young age, you will be amazed. I know I was. Eating better just allows for the bad things to be even better and worth having every now and then. It's like a present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This first episode was an eye opener. I was eating most of what this obese family was eating every week....maybe not the amount but it opened my eyes to what my life could be if I wasn't active, didn't have hobbies, and never participated in events. It also showed me just how unhealthy my life could be later in life not just for me but my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.jamieoliver.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://abc.go.com/watch/jamie-olivers-food-revolution/250784/254757/episode-101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are committed to living a healthy life, let me know! It is so motivating to see others doing the same thing. It also helps to get tips and encouragement because we are all gonna fall off the wagon every now and then. I know I will when I set sail and have yummy food all around me!  Post what you are doing in your daily life.&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/9144082664348521777-7310220108211613747?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7310220108211613747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-revolution.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7310220108211613747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7310220108211613747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-revolution.html' title='Food Revolution'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S8Syf3UWKGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gGpqRQwxzuk/s72-c/3206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7416516627311224559</id><published>2010-04-08T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:07:02.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never traveled anywhere in my life besides the south. Not that I would ever need anything different or better because the south is so great! However, I wanna see the whole world!!! I've never been on a plane, never been anywhere North of Myrtle Beach, never had a reason for a passport. I am sure your jaw is dropped because I am 25, close to 26, and I have never been on a plane. I am quite shocked too but when I am 26, things are gonna change! Daniel and I have booked a cruise to The Bahamas on May 1, a week from when I turn 26. I have applied for a passport, and even through we will be driving.....I am getting to experience new places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always been a fan a traveling and I have actually done a lot of that, just never been anywhere major. But now that I have a passport, you better believe I will be putting it to use as much as I can. I have always wanted to go to Italy, that may be the next big adventure I embark on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a look at what I will get to experience come May 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S74akBu60PI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ak46bc3mvgc/s1600/71128.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S74akBu60PI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ak46bc3mvgc/s400/71128.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457829004662460658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Stop, Half Moon Cay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S74akj-H_EI/AAAAAAAAAm4/EJel4AlQgAU/s1600/bahamas-nassau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S74akj-H_EI/AAAAAAAAAm4/EJel4AlQgAU/s400/bahamas-nassau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457829013853043778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second stop, Nassau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've gotta get thinking about my Cruise wardrobe! I am so excited! If you have any advice or info to dish, I welcome it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7416516627311224559?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7416516627311224559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/04/exciting-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7416516627311224559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7416516627311224559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/04/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S74akBu60PI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ak46bc3mvgc/s72-c/71128.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4339791741823636750</id><published>2010-03-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:08:43.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am following the lead of another blogger, Liz, who motivated me to do this. Being honest with yourself is hard enough but saying them out they become more real. Here are my confessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I were a style consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I will ever get out of debt. I don't even have much, just that little bit is hard to give up each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch way too much Law and Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing my brother may take the last breath I have so I pray I go before him all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Lady Gaga is one incredible person even though she is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my Grandpa Cook had a stroke, church hasn't been the same for me therefore I don't attend anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I become paranoid frequently thanks to my job. I always have bad thoughts of others I don't know and I think they will do something bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I secretly think of how good my future could be all the time with a lot of "what ifs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I would have been better at deciding how to plan my future instead of letting people talk me into things and steering me in different directions, those people are no where to be found in my life. I wish I would have gone away to college, danced in college, and at times maybe lived a little wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very self conscience of my body and the way I look all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could live in Gap T Shirts everyday: all colors, jeans, cowboy boots, riding boots, flats, house shoes, or flip flops. There are so many different ways to wear them, casual and relaxed, straight up bummy, or dress em' up. Really, everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna pack my bags and leave Tennessee every now and then and live a different kind of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as dance has been a major part of my life, it is bittersweet to watch it fade away. It has been one of the best rides in life. But I am ready for a different adventure and cannot wait to see what journey I embark on next in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know if I could love again after having my heart broken but God showed me I didn't love yet and blessed me with Daniel. I think Him for teaching me and blessing me every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My dream job would be reading to kids all day long. I adore children's books! Therefore I hope to be able to do that after work at a children's hospital....it is a work in progress : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a greedy person but I fear my job will not help me get what I want outta life: Will I ever be able to afford my own home with the tiny salary I have? Ever have kids? Ever travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your confessions? Have you ever really said them out loud, like for everyone to hear? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4339791741823636750?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4339791741823636750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/confessional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4339791741823636750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4339791741823636750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/confessional.html' title='Confessional'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7540556205922545358</id><published>2010-03-15T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:48:45.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things I Laugh At....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In honor of my 50th post, I decided to do a little list of the things that make me laugh! I started this blog for the story telling of my life, it seems to me that I have random things happen to me that all turn out funny! Hope some of this will make you laugh too! WARNING: some are gross, some are personal, but all true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here they are in no order :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Kids at Chick-Fil-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. My dog stealing my house shoes, socks, whatever she can find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Having a tranchulia right in my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. My brother making up songs to whatever it is I'm gripping about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. The articles in Cosmo.....tell me you really don't read those things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Chelsea Handlers "Are You There Vodka? It's me Chelsea." You have to be a vodka drinker :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Family Guy plunger on his chest commercial...gets me every time! (always on TBS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. When people get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. When I get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. The time Kristen and I went to Cleveland and that noise was NOT her car : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Drinking with my girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. Playing Beer Pong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. Putting my mother on speaker phone without her knowing for the bird story so the girls at work could hear her....she doesn't know unless she is reading this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. My dancers telling me they have "farted" such lovely ladies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. My dad, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. Family girls trip to the mountain where everything went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. My hair when I blow it out to straighten it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. My dancing days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. Bon Kwi Kwi = A MUST see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. Cinnamon roll perfume (wink, wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21. Feeding sand crabs popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22. Saying Diddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. Going to a nail salon, not a spa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24. Drinking with coworkers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25. My brother and his impressions, he needs to be on a comedy show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26. What people post on facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27. The thought that I used to be on Myspace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28. Daniel's car getting broken into and the guy sleeping in his car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29. The number of emails my girlfriends and I send in a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30. The Bachelor's Chris Harrison saying, "Ladies, this is the final rose of the evening." I guess he thinks it is not noticeable that there only lies 1 more rose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;31. My neighbor yelling "Go Vols," every time he sees me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;32. The prices of Anthropologie's clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;33. The way Michael (DJM's brother) and I high five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;34. My dog when she talks, yes talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;35. Emily sending me a message telling me to let out my sneezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;36. The Office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;37. Daniel laughing at me when I don't know I've done something really dumb, until he laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;38. Skina Mir Inky Dinky Dink, Sinka Mir Inky Do, I love you. (The Elephant Show)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;39. Pouring my undrunk wine back in the bottle....only if it's a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;40. My friend Autumn's voice when saying,"Ricky."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;41. Remembering the terrible time I went Skinny Dipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;42. Playing Catch Phrase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;43. My senior pictures, so not timeless but a sign of the times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;44. My Grandfather and the story of him taping his eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;45. Jewel licking my face to wake me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;46. You, Me, and Dupree the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;47. Playing Apples To Apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;48. Me milking a cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;49. New Year's Eve 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;50. This dang post....it is so hard to come up with 50 things I always laugh at! What was I thinking?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have questions of this random rambling, please ask, I would love to tell you the story! I think you may get a laugh out of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7540556205922545358?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7540556205922545358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-things-i-laugh-at.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7540556205922545358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7540556205922545358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-things-i-laugh-at.html' title='50 Things I Laugh At....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8467675090788040873</id><published>2010-03-11T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:48:24.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what I am longing for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5kCk8a7UhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Q4sFaaVijs0/s1600-h/n664151820_1390228_8310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5kCk8a7UhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Q4sFaaVijs0/s400/n664151820_1390228_8310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447388057998938642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8467675090788040873?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8467675090788040873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-words-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8467675090788040873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8467675090788040873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-words-needed.html' title='No Words Needed'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5kCk8a7UhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Q4sFaaVijs0/s72-c/n664151820_1390228_8310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-6467580902732442706</id><published>2010-03-08T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:15:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Yard Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pretty days like this make me want to get in a sundress, sunglasses, windows down, and music up! It's too bad I am here at work stuck inside all day. I am thinking of a fun memory today as I am stuck inside....I am so ready for spring, and also football which doesn't go together, I know. But here, it does! This series of pictures was at Steeplechase last year between the races. The pressure was on since I opened my mouth saying,"I can play football." I thought, great I am gonna do nothing but embarrass myself here in front of all the guys, I just had to be tough. Well, of course I can catch a football, I shouldn't have ever doubted myself! But, really I shouldn't brag until it is over: lesson learned. I was wearing a dress, but I hiked it on up like I had no care in the world....as long as I caught the ball! Back in my younger days, I used to dance and as you can see here, when I catch the ball I look like I should be on stage, such a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MPLcZxI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ga7LkLvj2BY/s1600-h/n516310166_6611832_3908868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MPLcZxI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ga7LkLvj2BY/s400/n516310166_6611832_3908868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446325505305110290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel laughing, getting ready to set the ball thinking I really won't catch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MUu7MZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S6IzK5gIj2A/s1600-h/n516310166_6611831_3636633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MUu7MZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S6IzK5gIj2A/s400/n516310166_6611831_3636633.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446325506796106130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MyfIInI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UjleHWYZsFQ/s1600-h/n516310166_6611833_7787780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MyfIInI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UjleHWYZsFQ/s400/n516310166_6611833_7787780.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446325514782909042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Daniel has to turn around to see first hand that I caught the ball. I think he was a proud of me, just a little bit! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-6467580902732442706?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/6467580902732442706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-yard-football.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6467580902732442706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/6467580902732442706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-yard-football.html' title='Back Yard Football'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S5U8MPLcZxI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ga7LkLvj2BY/s72-c/n516310166_6611832_3908868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3925472037845276840</id><published>2010-03-03T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:06:40.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost 2 years ago, Beth and I ventured out on a beautiful Saturday in May to the park. Jewel, my dog, was just 10 weeks old and Cooper, Beth's son, was about 3 months shy of being 1! Let me just tell you...not a good combination! Great idea in theory but not when it was played out. We begin our adventure at Subway getting lunch. Jewel and Cooper were left with me outside and boy did we get lots of attention! We have a great plan of going to the park with our lunch and sitting on a blanket to have a picnic, we thought wrong! Cooper was all about wanting off the blanket to touch the grass, Jewel wanted in the dirt, and of course they were going separate ways. After this tragic picnic, we decide they are safer in the stroller and in my arms so we walk along the sidewalks on Frasier and again, gain lots of attention with a baby and a puppy....all of which I tried to get her to walk but she refused so I had to carry the whole time. Carrying a puppy around all day can be hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting out calm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBBPtHdI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lTTp1_Imozc/s1600-h/n664151820_893798_2456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBBPtHdI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lTTp1_Imozc/s400/n664151820_893798_2456.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452844284222930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBf_2LXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zLlQRHyxEYM/s1600-h/n664151820_893797_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBf_2LXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zLlQRHyxEYM/s400/n664151820_893797_2166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452852539207026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46Tn3nKKfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/R-qmfC7ZGxk/s1600-h/n664151820_893796_1869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46Tn3nKKfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/R-qmfC7ZGxk/s400/n664151820_893796_1869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444451312689883634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Soon lead to this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46TofCLfVI/AAAAAAAAAks/uVNqU_lyD6Y/s1600-h/n664151820_893800_3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46TofCLfVI/AAAAAAAAAks/uVNqU_lyD6Y/s400/n664151820_893800_3232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444451323272199506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46ToZW3VPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/PFIhiov3Rb4/s1600-h/n664151820_893801_3513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46ToZW3VPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/PFIhiov3Rb4/s400/n664151820_893801_3513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444451321748346098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBmDMRII/AAAAAAAAAlM/Sjyx5pyos3c/s1600-h/n664151820_893802_3817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBmDMRII/AAAAAAAAAlM/Sjyx5pyos3c/s400/n664151820_893802_3817.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452854163850370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46ToA0hgMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QzMD_-yFRtg/s1600-h/n664151820_893799_2946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46ToA0hgMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QzMD_-yFRtg/s400/n664151820_893799_2946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444451315161858242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VB5ZX2JI/AAAAAAAAAlU/KqOcqUQyCHU/s1600-h/n664151820_893803_4102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VB5ZX2JI/AAAAAAAAAlU/KqOcqUQyCHU/s400/n664151820_893803_4102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452859357157522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lesson learned and we have not gone back with both ever since. This was just how Jewel and Coop felt at the end of the adventure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VB-jsdqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/A8na7q_3MBw/s1600-h/n664151820_893805_5003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VB-jsdqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/A8na7q_3MBw/s400/n664151820_893805_5003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452860742629026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VHDdkMNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/FtXkm0VTPI8/s1600-h/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VHDdkMNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/FtXkm0VTPI8/s400/n664151820_893806_5507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452947958444242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3925472037845276840?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3925472037845276840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-to-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3925472037845276840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3925472037845276840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-to-park.html' title='Trip To The Park'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S46VBBPtHdI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lTTp1_Imozc/s72-c/n664151820_893798_2456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8742847749998863965</id><published>2010-03-02T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:01:28.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Shades and Sandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been quite a slow, boring winter for me and I am awaiting the arrival of Spring and Summer to get here! It is snowing today....I don't know if it will ever end! Here are a few of my favorite memories over the years. And different hair lengths, shades of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, and styles! Hope this makes you crave Spring just like me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40rYbp4juI/AAAAAAAAAic/pUkuaOwF-48/s1600-h/5375_712577606695_9425232_41805994_3861475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40rYbp4juI/AAAAAAAAAic/pUkuaOwF-48/s400/5375_712577606695_9425232_41805994_3861475_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055223301082850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the coldest day of summer last year...that is why I have my clothes on! We were at a concert on the water, made for a good evening with lots of drinks and sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sMJalqZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/uhQyvciXQJY/s1600-h/n516310166_6611842_7461238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sMJalqZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/uhQyvciXQJY/s400/n516310166_6611842_7461238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056111758289298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steeplechase 2009 was a muddy disaster! But of course a real good time. This was at the end of the day when I needed to go to the port-a-potty, thankfully he carried me so I wouldn't have to walk in the many inches of mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sLNbUYXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/oIwPVP41PT0/s1600-h/n501334840_861682_6028.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sLNbUYXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/oIwPVP41PT0/s400/n501334840_861682_6028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056095655223666" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and Jayme at one of our girlfriends spring weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sKmncdBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/F53sE8YHKVo/s1600-h/n501334840_533036_798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sKmncdBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/F53sE8YHKVo/s400/n501334840_533036_798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056085237101586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Courtney and I at Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; concert in Nashville. Here we are doing a little bit of tail gating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40raeWG2OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nfezNPf-A5c/s1600-h/n501334840_533039_8450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40raeWG2OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nfezNPf-A5c/s400/n501334840_533039_8450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055258383177954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few beers, we flirted our way into the Sand Bar....if you look closely, my sticker has been torn in 2. But no one ever noticed!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40raF95MrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6Z_6DETUd5s/s1600-h/n501334840_381634_4715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40raF95MrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6Z_6DETUd5s/s400/n501334840_381634_4715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055251839169202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh those long locks, how I miss you so! This was at a camp fire with a bunch of rowdy high school girls...this meant summer at its finest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40rZYblHcI/AAAAAAAAAik/IQOn75MGRrM/s1600-h/DSCF2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40rZYblHcI/AAAAAAAAAik/IQOn75MGRrM/s400/DSCF2287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055239615651266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Daniel's property in Alabama of course we must do the favorite past time: fishing. No, I don't bait my own hook because they are cute, little, baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minos&lt;/span&gt; (more like goldfish) and I just cannot do it to them. However, I did catch this big guy and another.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40vBZQCMSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/KctGsIjV9t8/s1600-h/n516310166_6164305_6955916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40vBZQCMSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/KctGsIjV9t8/s400/n516310166_6164305_6955916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444059225565311266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400IF7xO3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/oOfvvVZmSVs/s1600-h/n501334840_276147_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sLnhzhvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FcHlFZv0QU8/s1600-h/n516310166_6611817_5103707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40sLnhzhvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FcHlFZv0QU8/s400/n516310166_6611817_5103707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056102661752562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taryn and I at Steeplechase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40mOCysU0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Kqlg_1_6UQA/s1600-h/DSCN0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40mOCysU0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Kqlg_1_6UQA/s400/DSCN0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444049547270312770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel and I at Bud and Allies in Seaside, FL listening to a blue grass band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40mN533kxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/AHWmXo1RLs4/s1600-h/DSCN0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40mN533kxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/AHWmXo1RLs4/s400/DSCN0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444049544876102418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the beautiful beach at sunset....is there anything better in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40mNWpX95I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8AVnCOD0k7M/s1600-h/DSCN0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40mNWpX95I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8AVnCOD0k7M/s400/DSCN0167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444049535420069778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toes in the sand! The best feeling in  the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40x7wiAN3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/UlucPLhqNac/s1600-h/Katie+Hartman+and+Beth+Chappelear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40x7wiAN3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/UlucPLhqNac/s400/Katie+Hartman+and+Beth+Chappelear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062427270362994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Beth at a dance team "photo shoot," as we like to refer to them! It is pouring down rain, we are soaked, laughing, and the beating from the rain is beginning to hurt at this point! As you can see, we are crouched down and trying to not laugh! Turned out to be a very fond memory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400HntRg-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Cl-tqck60oc/s1600-h/n501334840_276156_4700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400HntRg-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Cl-tqck60oc/s400/n501334840_276156_4700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444064830083400674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate and Jason's rehearsal dinner! What a fun weekend as we celebrated our friends getting married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400IHJBqqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jLNouiONxSE/s1600-h/n501334840_276159_6838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400IHJBqqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jLNouiONxSE/s400/n501334840_276159_6838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444064838521301666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us with the beautiful bride! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400yGHyeeI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YHiedYVMWfQ/s1600-h/n501334840_276147_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S400yGHyeeI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YHiedYVMWfQ/s400/n501334840_276147_319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444065559802182114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend, Beth and her little baby boy, Cooper. This was our first meeting, although I am pretty sure he already knew who I was! Cooper will be 3 this year...has time flown or what!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8742847749998863965?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8742847749998863965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/bring-on-shades-and-sandals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8742847749998863965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8742847749998863965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/03/bring-on-shades-and-sandals.html' title='Bring On The Shades and Sandals'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S40rYbp4juI/AAAAAAAAAic/pUkuaOwF-48/s72-c/5375_712577606695_9425232_41805994_3861475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8770743819438444561</id><published>2010-02-22T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:17:45.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness Of The Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I awake this morning and all is well. I get ready, all is well. I am walking out the door, all is NOT well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am house sitting for someone this week and they have 3 cats: Charlie, Earl, and lovely Lily. I love all animals, therefore cats don't bother me. Charlie is a great cuddlier, he is about the size of my cat, Gypsie, (20 lbs) so I almost feel at home. Everything went as planned when I got up this morning and then it all fell apart! Daniel is staying with me because he has this thing about me being alone and so far from where he can get to me if something were to happen. Daniel likes cats, in fact he calls Earl Oscar because he reminds him of a cat he had as a little kid. However Earl, aka Oscar, decided to pee on Daniel's clothes this morning. Thankfully they were not what he was wearing to work this morning, I can only imagine how terrible that would have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was starting my car, getting my lunch, walking out the door and I hear Daniel yelling. Kinda quietly which caught my attention and made me wonder what was wrong...didn't think it was gonna be cat piss. Daniel had it on his face, hence the quite yelling. He could smell it. You see, as he told me, he felt his shirt was wet, thought it was water, he sniffed it, now it is on his nose and he gets to smell it all day. When I got to him, he was leaned over in the sink washing his nose. Please picture it: he is in his work clothes holding his tie back from the water, trying to just wash his nose, not get his head under the water and the collar of his shirt wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I grab the clothes from him, now it is on my hands and I put them in the laundry room but don't get them in the washing machine. I just can't wait to smell that when I walk in the door. We finally are able to leave the house, 18 minutes late. I am booking it on the interstate and start smelling something....oh no, it's on my clothes is all I can process at the moment. I then realize as I am smelling myself that it is only a skunk, no need to worry. I talk to Daniel on the phone and he asks me "hey, did you smell something back there or is it me?" I sigh and tell him I thought the same thing but it was a skunk! Today will be a very smelly, questionable day for the both of us as we fear we smell like cat pee. There is nothing that rids the tainted smell of a cat peeing on anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8770743819438444561?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8770743819438444561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/madness-of-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8770743819438444561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8770743819438444561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/madness-of-morning.html' title='Madness Of The Morning'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-4384694006458916669</id><published>2010-02-16T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:41:13.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I am a little late on this post however, you will understand at the end of this very funny tale! Valentines Day is not my most favorite day of the year, I don't wait for it to show up, and when it does, it is no big deal. In fact, I want nothing more than to act normal, do nothing out of the ordinary, and just spend the day with Daniel. Valentines Day is every day for me and it should be for everyone! Who needs a day for someone to be nice to them and show them affection? If you don't get it all the time then ask yourself why you are with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday night Daniel gave me flowers when I got home from my last dance competition and a crazy, hectic day! They may be the prettiest flowers I have ever received. White flowers of any kind are my favorite and this was beautiful and simple. My picture was deleted so I will describe them to you: a white hydrangea with 3 yellow, orangey, pink tulips. The vase has copper wiring swiveled all around in the water and the flower itself was laid over to one side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Valentines Day arrived, nothing was unusual for us. Life was as is. We decided to join his brother who has recently started dating one of my best friends for dinner.....they picked Mexican. I don't care for Mexican at all minus making it at my house and chips and salsa and queso. I don't even like Taco Bell. We went and had a good time with good company. 1 Margarita later and a trip for dessert downtown, we were headed back home. Things were great, we went to bed and then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am awakened by my stomach rumbling and tumbling. An hour later lead to many hours of not sleeping and being sick. Daniel never woke up during all of this, thankfully. But around 6:30 he woke up to the wind beating on the windows and doors. I was so miserable, I told him I'd been so sick, he quickly got me a drink and played with my hair until I could get to sleep before waking up for work. I have never had food poising in my life but as the old saying goes, there is a first for everything. I spent the whole day yesterday nursing myself back to feeling better with 1 7up and crackers. Nothing tasted good to me at all and I was so dehydrated I needed to be sipping on something, but it was hard! For dinner my mom made me some mashed potatoes so I could try to eat something that would be easy on me. My stomach defiantly didn't know what was going on as it continued making noises the rest of the night. I feel great today and am laughing at my lovely Valentines Day mishap. Romantic right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-4384694006458916669?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/4384694006458916669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-funny-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4384694006458916669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/4384694006458916669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8524537261128698761</id><published>2010-02-11T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:03:57.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a sweet treat of what I think the true meaning of Valentines Day is! You will ooo and ahh over this kind of love. You may even need a tissue! If you remember, I call Daniel my lobster because lobsters once they find one another they never separate, they mate for life. If they get lost or lose sight, they find one another and link their claws. This friendship proves my theory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-804d19e325e3639" 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://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0804d19e325e3639%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331243195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36C7A28018E8752727F1A0DCFE48C88D453E1408.83CE07EA3EEC02B1E636629B65BD3AE75FB6A1BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D804d19e325e3639%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJLzoHEkn8MvMbvS3zwi-6xI7WW4&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://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0804d19e325e3639%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331243195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36C7A28018E8752727F1A0DCFE48C88D453E1408.83CE07EA3EEC02B1E636629B65BD3AE75FB6A1BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D804d19e325e3639%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJLzoHEkn8MvMbvS3zwi-6xI7WW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8524537261128698761?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8524537261128698761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8524537261128698761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8524537261128698761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3077813192535823498</id><published>2010-02-11T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:55:51.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This idea is from my friend, Emily. She posted this topic on her blog and tagged me to do it! I really enjoyed looking at the things that make me happiest in life. However, it was hard to just chose 10! Hope you enjoy and find some common happiness with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Belting a song as loud as you can like "Living On A Prayer." May it be at a bar, a concert, laying in the sun listening to my Ipod. It brings me laughter, and is one of my favorite pass times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. A storm: summer, winter, fall, spring. Make the house shake kinda storm, thunder and lightening for hours, pouring down rain. Makes for an awesome night at home with a blanket, bowl of popcorn, a movie, glass of wine, and Daniel. I vote for weekends like this at least once a month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Clean Laundry is maybe my favorite thing ever, it brings a huge smile to my face! It just smells oh so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Live Music always seems to get me pumped up, ready to drink, and ready to dance. It makes such good energy for the night. I'm bound to have a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Good friends and a glass of wine. Ahh, is there anything better? It can be a night of laughter or a night a just good classic girl talk and gossip! Either way, sign me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Taking a trip. Doesn't really matter where: the beach, Nashville, the mountains, Alabama, Italy, Vegas, a cruise, etc. The anticipation of the date to leave is the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Winning. I am not too competitive.....please note I said "not too," but who doesn't love when their team wins. Whether it be a dance competition, a football game, a bet, or at work. I love the joy and excitement it brings plus the bragging rights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Call me crazy but I love buying a new book, or a few at a time.  They make me feel cozy and warm in my house; it is all about adding to my collection. Pulling it out from the shelf and packing it away in my bag to hear the back ground sound of waves with each page I turn, may be why I keep on buying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Looking back on good memories always brings a smile to my face. It reminds me of the people I am grateful to have in my life. They make life worth living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. The thought of my future. I am staring at it and can make it whatever I want it to be. Knowing what I want and how I want to live my life is the best feeling of happiness. It took me a long time to get here but when I reached it, it was all well worth the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes you the happiest in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9144082664348521777-3077813192535823498?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3077813192535823498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3077813192535823498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3077813192535823498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='10 Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-8000479151802386405</id><published>2010-02-02T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:27:00.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Be Doomed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I sit here at work, I can't help but think how quickly I need to get home in order to get all the germs off of me. I really think I need to take off my clothes before I get in my car that way I won't take as many home with me! I have been sitting in court all afternoon with someone hacking, coughing, snotting, sniffing, clearing their throat, and breathing all over my face and the back of my head when then need to talk to me because they cannot hear anything. Literally. I know I am going to be so sick, I am just waiting for the arrival of  the snot. Gross, I know and I am sorry for being so nasty but I cannot believe people do this kind of stuff! Learn to cover your mouth and if you need to hack up something go outside. Know you are germy and think about others....PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daniel is really sick right now and I was up so much last night with him. He was pitiful. And cute too! Of course all boys are when they don't feel good. I was already prepared to get it from him, in fact my throat is a little scratchy but nothing that I couldn't have fought before it got worse. Truth of the matter is I can get sick from him and not care, because of these reasons: I love him so with that I don't mind his germs, if I get sick it is because we spend all our time together, lastly, I want to be around him the most when he is sick so I can do for him. I don't feel the need to bathe and burn my clothes when he breathes on me. I know where he has been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I sit, back in court just letting this happen to me. One would think I could get away, trust me, I've tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2il8YU1Q4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/4kiInLysSjk/s1600-h/kleenex-tissue-cups-706902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2il8YU1Q4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/4kiInLysSjk/s400/kleenex-tissue-cups-706902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433775407163065218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-8000479151802386405?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/8000479151802386405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/imma-be-doomed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8000479151802386405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/8000479151802386405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/02/imma-be-doomed.html' title='Imma Be Doomed!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2il8YU1Q4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/4kiInLysSjk/s72-c/kleenex-tissue-cups-706902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-3846459924961631081</id><published>2010-01-27T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:33:01.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real You, Me, and Dupree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFBvWEYPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/HeTCQjFM2mY/s1600-h/DSCN0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFBvWEYPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/HeTCQjFM2mY/s400/DSCN0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487415544209650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"3's a crowd," as the old saying goes. However, I believe it to be true but yet so perfect in my life. When Daniel and I starting dating, there was no thought or mention that we would become a couple of 3....I know, couple is 2 so it makes no sense but it does in my life. It wasn't this way in the beginning, I am not really sure how it became this way but I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything. This is the story of how it all came about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One night we were watching the movie "You, Me, and Dupree," when all of a sudden Michael (DJM's brother) starts laughing and saying, "I'm yall's Dupree!" We couldn't help but bust out laughing, it's so true! I have a feeling it was the part where Dupree clogs up the toilet. Not that Michael does that, however he does run us out of rooms with his stench of gas. Michael is also the one who comes up with the greatest ideas, that are really silly and ridiculous. Our date night includes Michael piled up on the chair next to us asking to pass the popcorn, or we go out needing a table of 3. When I go to soccer games, I cheer for both of them. When we go out of town, us 3 hit the bars and I am the lucky girl who gets to drink with both of them while all the other girls stare trying to figure out which one they can hit on.....but with us it's not hard to figure that out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFQIs2TOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K-98HoaBCKg/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFQIs2TOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K-98HoaBCKg/s400/DSCN0587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487662868810978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our personalities speak volumes for the movie characters. Daniel and I are the more suttle ones, have a calm life and approach to situations, really neat and organized, and you have the blonde and brown hair which only adds to the image of the movie. Michael is all things rowdy, everything he has an interest in he goes for it full force. He is so creative, and he cares more about his friends than anyone I have ever met. He supports everyone around him, and what I love most is that he loves rockin' it out with my brother at his shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFB6W7mZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/15NEI8qatEw/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFB6W7mZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/15NEI8qatEw/s400/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487418500618642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFC8OJoTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xNEiZB30v-M/s1600-h/DSCN0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFC8OJoTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xNEiZB30v-M/s400/DSCN0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487436180529458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFBIt_JvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/r54RvQCZk4k/s1600-h/DSCN0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFBIt_JvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/r54RvQCZk4k/s400/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487405175547634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, at first Daniel and I said don't let our brothers meet, it would  be a riot no one wants! Then they met. It is a blast when we are all together. I love nothing more than when we are all together but when my brother, Wesley, isn't around I feel like he is. He and Michael are so much alike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFA5ZexZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-q_N32RDfYI/s1600-h/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFA5ZexZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-q_N32RDfYI/s400/DSCN0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487401063007634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-3846459924961631081?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/3846459924961631081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/01/real-you-me-and-dupree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3846459924961631081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/3846459924961631081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/01/real-you-me-and-dupree.html' title='The Real You, Me, and Dupree'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/167541_623614245458_56700010_34641539_7076290_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S2CFBvWEYPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/HeTCQjFM2mY/s72-c/DSCN0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144082664348521777.post-7720818196153026757</id><published>2010-01-21T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:58:17.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poundering Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S1h_lcDqw5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/raz8Yebh4-A/s1600-h/shack.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Before you read this post, please know that these are my thoughts. I like to read books that challenge me, make me think on a deep level, and things that hurt until you find answers. By no means are my opinions and thoughts necessarily correct or am I pushing them on you. I am a follower and believer of Christ. I have debated whether or not to post this, but I feel that I could get some other ideas along with mine if I do. Really, these are just my ramblings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S1h_lcDqw5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/raz8Yebh4-A/s1600-h/shack.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD8uqbGVZdg/S1h_lcDqw5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/raz8Yebh4-A/s400/shack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429229631958598546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I go through this book, here are my random thoughts of what I am feeling and thinking along the way. I thought I would share because this book raised questions for me and really makes me think. I promised myself I would TRY not to analyze this book for the message it is giving but here I am not being able to...I knew that would happen! I want to find out what happens to the main character and his daughter, Missy. I also have to see how a weekend with God is like. I find myself fearful to face Him and jealous of the precious time Mack spends with Him. But you see, what I just said raises a question already: I do spend time with Him whether it is face to face or not for me. I know he is face to face with me, I just can't see Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the middle of me reading a page in the book, "The Shack," by author WM. Paul Young, I become puzzled and cannot seem to stop thinking in my head as I go on reading. I had to take a minute, put the book down and write so I would know my own thoughts before I go any further in the book. What a wonderful book it has been. But now welcomes controversy and I want to be able to look back and know what I was thinking. Bear with me, if I offend anyone I am so very, very sorry. I never mean to do so. These are just my thoughts out loud, not thinking anything through. Almost as if I have spoken aloud without thinking. Look at this as a jumbled mess, brain storming, and my beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Father, Son, Holy Spirit: a black woman, an Asian woman, and a man from the middle east. They are humanized minus some of the description of the Holy Spirit. I don't think God is anything like human, I think I will not be able to see him he is so perfect and mighty. I think I will drop to my knees when I see his glow. I believe I will feel Him wrapped around me, I know I have in my life in times of need and of sadness. I don't need to see Him to know he exists, I know without a doubt He does. My mind cannot grasp the concept of what is happening. Maybe the author did this to get the point across that we all have a different take on the Holy Trinity and that no matter what we think, we shouldn't be distracted by what we read. Our world has one God, whether we all believe in Him or not. I have no doubt in my mind that God speaks through others, maybe this is what the author is getting across in the book? Maybe he was stressing the point we are all one in Christ no matter our skin? Maybe saying men and women are equal? I believe that men are the head of the house hold therefore our spiritual leaders, although I believe women can also be leaders as well. But I never imagined God as a woman...not saying it can't be that way. Just my beliefs are different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through a tragedy having God in an abandoned house in the most reserved part of the woods would be perfect, fast healing. All the questions, all the pain, the anger, the hurt and sadness could be relieved right then. To be able to hear God and His answers to help me get through faster would be ideal. However, to me God teaches us that time really heals everything, that patience really is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are my beginning thoughts were I have gotten to in the book. I again want to stress these are just my thoughts and opinions. I am really sorry if I offended you. If you have or thinking about reading the book please share your ideas with me. I would love some insight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is the website for the book: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://theshackbook.com/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9144082664348521777-7720818196153026757?l=katiehartman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/feeds/7720818196153026757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/01/poundering-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7720818196153026757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9144082664348521777/posts/default/7720818196153026757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiehartman.blogspot.com/2010/01/poundering-thoughts.html' title='Poundering Thoughts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06287223244187261500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlclDWfPqk/TXZwDcSvySI/AAAAAAAABHg/5s6b4hnayfg/s220/1
