<?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-5570896</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:16:20.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant believe i ate that!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>and other exclamations from me, that one girl who's stomach is a bottomless pit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-110906338699678770</id><published>2005-02-22T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T02:09:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my rooomate sleeps a lot</title><summary type='text'>oh yes she does. both of us are pretty much your typical insomniacs, some nights staying up as late as 6:30am simply because we cant put our minds to rest. Well, last night I was up really late and so was she, but she just decided she wasnt going to sleep at all, and got all ready for her 8am class really early and went on her way. Well, she went to bed about noon today and now its two am and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/110906338699678770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/110906338699678770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110906338699678770' title='my rooomate sleeps a lot'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-110810234341900452</id><published>2005-02-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:12:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im too lazy to write today so read this instead:</title><summary type='text'>DanelleOShea: im eating graham crackers with frostingeatApillow: omygoshdont even ask me how much i ate today its not even funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/110810234341900452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/110810234341900452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110810234341900452' title='im too lazy to write today so read this instead:'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-110785279090484111</id><published>2005-02-08T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:53:10.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well well.</title><summary type='text'>am i really blogging? has my boredom brought me back to the blog world? i cannot guarantee anything but i will try and keep up with this, i know that some people really want me to have a blog.i am up here at CU boulder, poking and prodding at all my new bulges. I have gained a lotta weight and it sucks. there is a gym here, but the machines are old, and its very very hot and stuffy. I cant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/110785279090484111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/110785279090484111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110785279090484111' title='well well.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-109504689983491050</id><published>2004-09-12T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:41:39.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>easy cheese</title><summary type='text'>have you ever eaten it? if you havent, dont. It is absolutely the most addicting product on the market. I swear I ate two cans in two days.its this cheese in a can that you squeeze onto crackers. like velveeta, but worse.anyway, its horrendously good, and really bad for you. i brought a can of it to my room with like 10 triscuit crackers, and now that the crackers are gone, i am (sheepishly) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109504689983491050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109504689983491050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109504689983491050' title='easy cheese'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-109417169206952369</id><published>2004-09-02T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T18:34:52.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kitten on ketamine</title><summary type='text'>My kitty got spayed today and now she is on Special K. Well, thats what the drug users call it. I read a book about party people that took it all the time. It makes you fall into a place called "the K Hole". She is defenintly not of this world right now. She gave a bowl of milk the strangest look I have ever seen a kitten give to a bowl of milk, kind of like "what the F is that???".Kitty, give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109417169206952369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109417169206952369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109417169206952369' title='kitten on ketamine'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-109333262837176323</id><published>2004-08-24T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T01:41:04.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ew ew ew ew </title><summary type='text'>sorry for never postingew ew ew i hate the way things are right now but dont wanna detail any. at all. posting is venting but i just dont see that happening.nothing is ever as it seems. and i guess sometimes things just suck.wow i am being way too vague and probably ticking off those of you who DO check my posts every couple years or whatever.anyway i started school today, just one class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109333262837176323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109333262837176323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109333262837176323' title='ew ew ew ew '/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-109219815938921491</id><published>2004-08-10T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:22:39.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a new cell phone!</title><summary type='text'>i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new cell phone. i got a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109219815938921491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109219815938921491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109219815938921491' title='i got a new cell phone!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-109116150230331777</id><published>2004-07-29T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:25:02.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>best aunt ever</title><summary type='text'>random acts of kindness, ah, whats not to love? fun to give, even more fun to recieve...at least in this case.i remember vaugely blogging about my current financial distress last time i blogged. well of course, lovely aunt cindi comes to the rescue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!with only twenty bucks in my account, i can't even afford gas, but she so generously deposited fifty dollars in my paypal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109116150230331777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109116150230331777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109116150230331777' title='best aunt ever'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-109099718753771270</id><published>2004-07-28T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T00:46:27.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a teaser</title><summary type='text'>wow. so much to blog about. its sooo late though. normally i stay up way later but i have stuff to do tomorrow, so i can't blog everything right now.   i can tell you that i have officially stopped liking working out and officially stopped eating right. its horrid. i have two fitting pairs of jeans. (both are new).  texas was, well, good and bad in very different ways. i didnt quite get along</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109099718753771270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/109099718753771270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109099718753771270' title='just a teaser'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108866803561992135</id><published>2004-07-01T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T01:47:15.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder how many posts i can title UGH before someone gets fed up</title><summary type='text'>anyway, my current UGH is that every time i go to blogger, i have to retype my name and password, even though i click the remember me box. what a crock. my life is so hard.oh the other UGH is that i am surviving in one pair of jeans and a pair of stretchy shorts. yes, mexico DOES do that to you. I think the only time we left the pool bar was to eat big huuuuge mexican meals.well, actually, we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108866803561992135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108866803561992135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108866803561992135' title='i wonder how many posts i can title UGH before someone gets fed up'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108762969603096032</id><published>2004-06-19T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T01:21:36.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>flustered</title><summary type='text'>so i just realized how horribly unprepared i am for mexico.i have not packed. i have not cleaned my room. i have to work at 9am. i get off at six, but our annual open house is tonight. tons of the owners friends come drink beer and eat food. and shop, on their wholesale accounts or whatever. so they need someone sober and sane to work the registers from 6-9. great. i cant wait to ring up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108762969603096032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108762969603096032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108762969603096032' title='flustered'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108761091701288428</id><published>2004-06-18T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T20:08:37.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful aunts are good to have....</title><summary type='text'>i came to my car today at work and noticed a little bag on my front seat. it was fully equipped with lots of beach/fun stuff. my favorite was the skittles. i shared them with everyone at work. well, really, i ate most of them.that explains why i had to loosen my belt this week.ugh. i hate this. i never work out anymore. its horrible.my stomach barrels over my swimsuit bottoms. i feel gross.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108761091701288428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108761091701288428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108761091701288428' title='wonderful aunts are good to have....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108745221362621991</id><published>2004-06-16T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:03:33.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies and milk</title><summary type='text'>yeah, charlies mom made cookies (from a tub) today and we ate way too many. like waaaay too many. i dont know if its the fact that i got too full or maybe the dough was bad but they sure made me feel crappy.oh yeah and my nose ring hole is infected. gross. could anything else sucky happen before mexico?i was driving home tonight and i saw a car parked on the side of the highway in the grass a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108745221362621991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108745221362621991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745221362621991' title='cookies and milk'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108728294104117843</id><published>2004-06-15T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:02:21.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ew ew ew</title><summary type='text'>ew. i hate getting dressed.okay so its totally my fault that nothing fits, i like, hardly seem to work out, have no schedule, eat what i want, when i want, all the time-- and still expect to be tiny. blahbidy blah blah blah. mexico= 5 days. waaaaaaaaaah.and i just got a new swimsuit that would look much cuter, if, well, i wasnt so darn sedentary. see it here, and click the more views button, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108728294104117843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108728294104117843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728294104117843' title='ew ew ew'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108658650725339135</id><published>2004-06-06T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:35:07.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>skip this.</title><summary type='text'>wow.i like being out of school and all, but it also makes me want to scream.it really sucks when you want to be doing something fun with some friends and then you come to the realization that you truly dont have any-- for whatever reason. i am not wallowing. i am realizing! its like, how the heck could i not have ONE good friend? its such an empty feeling...I wish i had that close knit circle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108658650725339135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108658650725339135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108658650725339135' title='skip this.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108637269311956893</id><published>2004-06-04T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:11:33.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the crud</title><summary type='text'>not feeling hot today. charlie either- horrible sore throats are bringing us down. ack. probably got the crud from mark and mom. that sucks because i was so darn sick recently, you would think i wouldnt get sick again. blah.slept right through starting over today. actually, i havent even done anything, i am just now waking up. thats not really like me- but man, its good to know you can sleep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108637269311956893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108637269311956893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637269311956893' title='the crud'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108602001508983997</id><published>2004-05-31T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T10:13:35.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YO.</title><summary type='text'>hey there blogging pals. long time no see.anyway, i am just sitting her watching starting over and blogging. gosh, i love summer. you cant sit in pajamas and watch tv as late as you want during the school year. my only wish would be that there is more episodes of starting over on everyday. or maybe like ten other shows just like that.do you guys watch it? ugh, i love hailey, but when she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108602001508983997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108602001508983997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108602001508983997' title='YO.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108520982944377913</id><published>2004-05-22T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T01:14:41.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>darn you, mom</title><summary type='text'>ok so i didnt look at your blog pictures tonight, and  i thought they were good..except for the fact no one told me my bra was hanging out the whole time. i seriously tried to avoid that.and by the way what the heck is this mishmosh jibberish about regrets? i regret all the months i didnt pay you for car insurance! yet, you let me get by, telling me not to pay you....and with such generosity,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108520982944377913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108520982944377913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108520982944377913' title='darn you, mom'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108506458071480631</id><published>2004-05-20T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T08:49:40.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing...</title><summary type='text'>i am happy to report that mewmew has stopped pooping out runny messes, she has upgraded to logs. (much easier to clean).although, she has peed in the litter box only once in the past two days. i know she has been peeing way more than that- but i have yet to find out WHERE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108506458071480631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108506458071480631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506458071480631' title='one more thing...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108506446119319727</id><published>2004-05-20T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T08:47:41.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day</title><summary type='text'>yes, indeed. i am not amazingly thrilled beyond belief... maybe just because there is so much blahness planting itself in front of my face. this too will pass....yesterday we had the graduation practice. it lasted way too long, but some useful information was given, for the most part. they kept saying how we are all going to be so nervous. um, well, i WASNT nervous unntil they beat it into my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108506446119319727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108506446119319727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506446119319727' title='graduation day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108485533163477915</id><published>2004-05-17T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:42:11.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>agh</title><summary type='text'>i cant fit into anything. and my graduation is on thursday! the clothes were tight when i bought them so i really hope they fit. i am reluctant to even try them on. nothing fits! why would those?this cat has some RUNNY poop. and no, its not in the litterbox.oh, and yes, she always poops while im eating.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108485533163477915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108485533163477915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485533163477915' title='agh'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108477414241841798</id><published>2004-05-17T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T00:09:02.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im tired</title><summary type='text'>but my kitty is not. it seems all she wants to do is chase my feet around. and if i dont move them around enough so she can chase them, she just meows away.i think her name is mewmew. I had some others in mind, but can't stop calling her that. aw, my little mewmew. ouch. i have so many scrapes!please mewmew let me sleep pleeeeeese.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108477414241841798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108477414241841798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108477414241841798' title='im tired'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108476893312942409</id><published>2004-05-16T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T22:50:15.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kitten pics</title><summary type='text'>Thumbnails, click for the bigger picture:And her tiny litter box.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108476893312942409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108476893312942409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108476893312942409' title='kitten pics'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108468306293139059</id><published>2004-05-15T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:51:02.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kittens are harder to care for than i thought...</title><summary type='text'>at my work there are a lot of big feilds and some wild cats that hang around there. my employer tries to spay and neuter them all but i guess she missed a couple...she found a kitten out there, i think it was this morning. they were storing her in a pet taxi at work. i guess she is really young (about four weeks). she still has to be fed from a bottle and also her belly has to be rubbed once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108468306293139059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108468306293139059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108468306293139059' title='kittens are harder to care for than i thought...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108454443896807022</id><published>2004-05-14T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T08:20:38.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dont sneeze while wearing crest white strips</title><summary type='text'>you'd think you could, but i did, and its not fun.these thingies work good, i think, but man, they are all goobery and gross. kind of the consistency of really runny snot. and trust me, you CAN tell i have white strips on my teeth. anyway. im hungry but at a loss about what to eat. we have so much yummy food that i cant decide between my three favorite cereals in the world. cant eat yet anyway</summary><link rel='edit' 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of choice?tearsWho was the last person that got really angry at you?charlieWhat is your pet peeve?people that say one thing and do another!but there are SO many more.Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?i try really hard not to. its hard but its better that way.SLOTH What is one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108450961984070482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108450961984070482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108450961984070482' title='taken from moms blog'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108445424348312190</id><published>2004-05-13T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T07:17:23.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do not eat pizza then cookies then ice cream for breakfast.</title><summary type='text'>take my advice, just dont do it. no matter how insanely hungry you are. in other news, i havent blogged since the turn of the century. a lot going on in my little hole here in colorado. some good, some bad, a lot in between...a lot of stress is being brought on for stupid reasons and its making me crazy. i have no desire to elaborate, its just that things should be GOOD right now, yet a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108445424348312190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108445424348312190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445424348312190' title='do not eat pizza then cookies then ice cream for breakfast.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108392805698222971</id><published>2004-05-07T05:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T05:10:51.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>is this really me???</title><summary type='text'>Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108392805698222971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108392805698222971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392805698222971' title='is this really me???'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108390014375254214</id><published>2004-05-06T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:25:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busting at the seams</title><summary type='text'>had a big pizza hut dinner with my dad, cindy, brother, and charlie. we met down in littleton which is about half way for both of us. it was really good but i cant breathe.a dinner complete with two pizzas (and a small one for daniel) and breadsticks. no, not just breadsticks, but charlie insisted on the UBER cheesy ones. hes such a boy. oh but he also insisted he needed a salad. what a dork. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108390014375254214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108390014375254214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390014375254214' title='busting at the seams'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108380665842927148</id><published>2004-05-05T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T19:27:30.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when i told them i only wanted 20 hours per week...</title><summary type='text'>...i really, really, really meant it.but as i sat here calculating the hours of my life this job is sneaking....i came to a total of something like 32 hours this week. yep, they scheduled me S,M,T,W,TH,F,and Sat. yes, seven days in a row. originally i was scheduled for this coming sunday as well. that would make eight days in a row! thanks, but no thanks.i think they are really short handed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108380665842927148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108380665842927148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108380665842927148' title='when i told them i only wanted 20 hours per week...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108355389810951324</id><published>2004-05-02T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T21:14:47.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mark!</title><summary type='text'>we had  some yummy cake and UBER good custard from good times for marks birthday. i might explode. but it was darn good.i went to army surplus and got mark a neat coffee travel mug. we have about 15,000 in the house already, but hey, who cant use another travel mug?the weekend was...fast. i need to stop wanting to DO and GO and GO and GO on the weekend and just slow down with my charlie. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108355389810951324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108355389810951324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108355389810951324' title='happy birthday mark!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108338898929457484</id><published>2004-04-30T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T23:26:16.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><summary type='text'>doesnt it make you mad when someone doesnt have enough time for you, yet has enough time for anyone  and everyone else? i have nothing left to say. some people make me so mad. and sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108338898929457484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108338898929457484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108338898929457484' title='ugh'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108337756016566373</id><published>2004-04-30T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T20:15:47.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging for the sake of my aunt</title><summary type='text'>i know, i havent blogged in forever....again.i dont even really feel like blogging at the moment. i love to read blogs but i always fail to blog myself. well i saw my aunt today and she told me i needed to blog. so here i am.charlie is downstairs ordering chinese food. our choices, you ask? we decided upon sesame tofu, kung pao chicken, steamed rice, and i think lo mein. ugh. it stinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108337756016566373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108337756016566373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108337756016566373' title='blogging for the sake of my aunt'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108299085159583223</id><published>2004-04-26T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T08:50:34.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>am i really going to school???</title><summary type='text'>yeah, i guess so. i dont even know what classes i have today (we have block scheduling).  i asked daniel but of course he has no idea. how can you not remember what classes you went to last week? ugh. i called work this morning to see if i work today, and find out i work mon-fri this week, 1:30-6. Yuck. The work part sucks, but the pay check will defenently be nice. if i get another forty dollar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108299085159583223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108299085159583223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299085159583223' title='am i really going to school???'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108205044179690255</id><published>2004-04-15T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T11:36:53.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>i got glasses. cool huh? well, they are all blurry. the lady told me it might be blurry for a couple days because your eyes are not used to having glasses focus for them or whatever. like, i can see with them, and i can see without them, but its just weird. when i wear them for awhile and take em off, then everything looks kinda blurry. but when i wear them its kinda blurry too. i will see what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108205044179690255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108205044179690255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205044179690255' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108205030924176518</id><published>2004-04-15T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T11:34:41.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a crazy few days</title><summary type='text'>i have never been to prom, as i said, and right now that is becoming really obvious.i waited so long to get my hair cut and dyed. i wanted to do it like a week or two before prom...makes sense, cause hair cuts dont really look good until theyve been there for like a week. fresh haircuts just look so....fresh, you know? and fresh hair dye sort of screams- look at me i just dyed my hair look at me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108205030924176518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108205030924176518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205030924176518' title='a crazy few days'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108199067715992414</id><published>2004-04-14T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:00:48.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><summary type='text'>hi. i never blog.l i know.charlie and i are going to a concert tonight. it doesnt start till nine.so therfore i will not go to school manana.and his prom is on friday so i wont go then either.shut up! how many girls do you know that can miss so much school and still get a 4.0???thats what i thought.too headachy though, to blog. i need to rest before this silly concert. it is a japanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108199067715992414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108199067715992414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108199067715992414' title='hi.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108152275328394883</id><published>2004-04-09T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:01:58.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me as a lego</title><summary type='text'>this is me, on graduation day, as a lego.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108152275328394883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108152275328394883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152275328394883' title='me as a lego'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108140170291171377</id><published>2004-04-07T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:24:27.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those things that nobody reads but everybody fills out</title><summary type='text'>Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says."What?" I say. (Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius)Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? A roll of toilet paper because my mom never believed in buying kleenex.What is the last thing you watched on TV?starting over yesterday. havent seen todays. With the exception of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108140170291171377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108140170291171377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140170291171377' title='one of those things that nobody reads but everybody fills out'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108130287155955961</id><published>2004-04-06T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:58:34.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><summary type='text'>i havent eaten any cookie dough today. arent you proud???but right now i am eating yogurt and trix cereal (my dessert) and thinking in my head how nice some cookie dough would be instead. but not today. no no no, not today. yay!last night i wrote my english teacher an email telling her why the grade i recieved on a paper seemed unfair to me. to most this will sound petty. but anyway, i have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108130287155955961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108130287155955961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130287155955961' title='good news'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108117150104713826</id><published>2004-04-05T07:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T07:27:42.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a bad bad habit</title><summary type='text'>when most people wake up, they arent hungry. unless they are me. i wake up and the first thing i think is -- man, i am so hungry!but instead of reaching for a bagel or a yogurt or some cereal, lately i have been reaching for really really really bad stuff.. yes, like chocolate covered candies or cookie dough or cookies....what is wrong with me???? I am katie, the girl who has to go to prom in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108117150104713826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108117150104713826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117150104713826' title='i have a bad bad habit'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108113275121069262</id><published>2004-04-04T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T20:41:52.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you guys are going to kill me...</title><summary type='text'>yeah, i know, i never blog. i promise, this week will be better!and this one wont be long. im sorry! tomorrow, i promise!want to know how lucky i got this weekend? Not that i dont like my new job, but boy did i get lucky. ok.so friday my manager was 99% positive that this one girl wasnt going to show up so she told me to call after school to find out if i should come in. well when i called, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108113275121069262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108113275121069262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113275121069262' title='you guys are going to kill me...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108067088684276661</id><published>2004-03-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T11:24:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strappleberry</title><summary type='text'>i am on my lunch right now, waiting for my ever so stimulating CPenglish class. ugh. in my last class (work class) this one guy had the two new flavors of juicy fruit gum. one was strappleberry and one was some grape weird name. anyway i asked him for a piece and it was good. for about 5 seconds. i hate gum that doesnt last. absolutely utterly hate it. ice breakers is okay, it lasts a good amount</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108067088684276661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108067088684276661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108067088684276661' title='strappleberry'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108061964265371094</id><published>2004-03-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:16:24.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if anyone even reads this...</title><summary type='text'>your probably frustrated that i havent blogged. well sorry. im frustrated that i havent found time to read blogs! i seriously havent in the past couple of days. blah. tonight i went thrift shopping with my mom and she bought me a lot of great stuff. mommies are so cool. and i also went to the gym because i hadnt gone in a long time and nothing fits me anymore. i also had to stop and get gas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108061964265371094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108061964265371094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061964265371094' title='if anyone even reads this...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108018946028370614</id><published>2004-03-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:45:16.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling with my homies</title><summary type='text'>today i put on my hoodie and reached in my kangaroo pocket and felt something, so i pulled it out, and it was my three little homies. do you remember those? they are little quarter machine figurines about half the size of your pinky, and the best way to describe them would be to say that they are, well, homies! they actually cost fifty cents. a rip off, but i had to have them...the whole time we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108018946028370614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108018946028370614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018946028370614' title='rolling with my homies'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-108001490232872125</id><published>2004-03-22T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T04:59:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhhhhhhh</title><summary type='text'>this has been like the most unhealthy couple of months in a long time, i think. in every way possible. i hate it!!!i dont really have time to blog. i will blog better tomorrow. i am soo tired, from a long weekend and a spring break that is ending far too quickly. charlies SB just started today, while mine has come to an end. i could die.we bought the punch drunk love dvd and watched it on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108001490232872125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/108001490232872125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001490232872125' title='ughhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107967277618320943</id><published>2004-03-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:08:40.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a survey for the bored</title><summary type='text'>Name four bad habits you have:1. eating way too much when bored or sad (you said it, cin)2. expecting others to keep me unbored3. getting in a bad mood for no reason4. being mean to people i love for no reasonName four things that you wish you had:1. *a tiny puppy*2. a non hypocritical life3. a job with great hours and lotsa money4. my own elliptical trainer and treadmillName three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107967277618320943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107967277618320943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967277618320943' title='a survey for the bored'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107950850719389388</id><published>2004-03-17T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T00:30:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so i lied...</title><summary type='text'>i just wrote my aunt an email telling her i was too tired to blog about my weekend in glenwood springs, but i decided to blog anyway. it was so fun...our agenda was flexible and we managed to stay in good spirits the whole time. i know my mom will be posting the pictures she took, so go look at them. I personally prefer pictures that you print at the grocery store to digital film so I wont have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107950850719389388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107950850719389388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107950850719389388' title='so i lied...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107915736839478790</id><published>2004-03-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:58:26.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going away................</title><summary type='text'>indeed.going to glenwood springs tomorrow with charlie, mommy, and bro. should be pretty fun...although the weekend forcast isnt wonderful. oh well. hot springs and shopping, who could ask for more?my spring break is this week, too. yay! wish me luck, i am going to job hunt. charlies spring break is the week after mine, because he is in another district,  that sucks.anyway, he is here right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107915736839478790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107915736839478790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915736839478790' title='going away................'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107906413635188660</id><published>2004-03-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:04:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, your crushed.</title><summary type='text'>didnt get the job at the garden center...i am wondering why. because she sounded really interested,  but said the only thing she needed was my managers new phone number, since on the application i put the number of the old fazolis i used to work at even though i knew it was closed...only because i didnt know the other number. anyway, i told her i would call her with it, and i did, as soon as i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107906413635188660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107906413635188660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906413635188660' title='i know, your crushed.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107892057745138174</id><published>2004-03-10T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T05:26:00.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pleeeeeese</title><summary type='text'>oh i dont know, lets see...well, my birthday already passed, and christmas is long gone, but if anyone gets that really strong urge to buy someone a gift.....just kidding,  but i really do want this.although the website it comes from has some very nasty shirts that i dont recommend even looking at because they are quite offensive. still,  i want that one.thank you for your time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107892057745138174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107892057745138174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892057745138174' title='pleeeeeese'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107888868289814683</id><published>2004-03-09T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:20:18.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b o r i n g </title><summary type='text'>cleaned up charlies house today. funny, because i cleaned around 3, and by the time i left at 7 it looked almost the same as it did when i got there. boys.today was a beautiful day. read anyone's blog who lives in colorado and you'll find the same statement, im sure of it. nothing too exciting happened, though, but sometimes thats kinda nice.I didnt start school until noon which was nice, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107888868289814683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107888868289814683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888868289814683' title='b o r i n g '/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107884293571245614</id><published>2004-03-09T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T07:37:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think its out of character for me to be this giddy....</title><summary type='text'>ah, nothing like a cup of chai tea and a container of yoplait to start of a very lovely, spring-like morning. the high today is......drumroll please..............sixty nine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am so excited. I love love love love love spring and summer weather. it puts me in this giddy mood. I think I might actually wear capris today. Okay, i know, i am always cold and i probably shouldnt start</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107884293571245614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107884293571245614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884293571245614' title='I think its out of character for me to be this giddy....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107879724824892096</id><published>2004-03-08T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:56:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very strange weekend</title><summary type='text'>indeed.nothing really "post-worthy" i guess, but let's just say there are life-lessons to be learned every day. uh oh, does that sound too new age? trust me, i am far from new age. anyway...i got an interview at the local garden center today. the woman who interviewed me was stick skinny in black faded jeans and an oversized tucked in harley tank top. the other lady sat there eating french </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107879724824892096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107879724824892096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879724824892096' title='a very strange weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107845494709817436</id><published>2004-03-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:51:17.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very average post</title><summary type='text'>not a bad day. i dont think i have gone to a full day of school all week. i wasnt feeling so hot during my first class so i decided that my second was out of the question. i came home, and actually felt a lot better, but didnt want to go back to school. so mom and i ran a bunch of errands, got slurpees, then came home.after that i made it to the gym which was good beccause dispite my small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107845494709817436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107845494709817436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845494709817436' title='a very average post'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107837012708990186</id><published>2004-03-03T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:17:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a countdown</title><summary type='text'>Ten movies you'd watch over and over:empire recordsfear and loathing in las vegaspulp fictionforrest gumprequiem for a dreammatchstick menadaptationmallratsbeing john malkovitchslingbladeNine people you enjoy the company of:any old personmy momcindi (you are not included in the old person category- yet)charliemy seestorjesusi dont knowi dont knowi dont knowEight things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107837012708990186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107837012708990186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837012708990186' title='a countdown'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107828955927744441</id><published>2004-03-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:54:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wah</title><summary type='text'>i feel a bit sick...not planning on going to school tomorrow. my throat is a bit sore and my nose a bit runny. nothing too big to worry about, i dont think, but all the more reason not to go to school. although i was feeling a bit under the weather i still went to the gym and actually felt better afterward. at least if i am sick, its not stomach/flu sick...i think id much rather just have a cold.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107828955927744441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107828955927744441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828955927744441' title='wah'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107820357534303930</id><published>2004-03-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:01:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post...i know.</title><summary type='text'>sorry bout that. not much to say, and quite a bit was going on and there was just no incentive to blog. but here i am. alive. how was your weekend? did you go out to eat? i must have gone out to eat at least 7 times. big bowl-macaroni grill-benihana-le peep-papa murphys... you name it, i was there. sure, going out to eat is great and all, but there needs to be a stopping point! maybe i will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107820357534303930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107820357534303930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820357534303930' title='long time no post...i know.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107793733366850039</id><published>2004-02-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:04:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday shmiday</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder why friday night is considered so great. well, of course, i dont have school the next day. but the thing is, i think i put friday on too high a pedastal (sp?) and seem to let myself down. not that i dont have a good time, but by thursday night i am so dang excited about friday that i could just scream and then it gets here, and its sort of like, ho hum ho hum. the night is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107793733366850039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107793733366850039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107793733366850039' title='friday shmiday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107777307373834615</id><published>2004-02-25T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:28:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday- hump day</title><summary type='text'>...not hump like that, you dirty thinker.typical wednesday...did...well...nothing. wait, every day is like that, i dont have a job! the only difference is when i have to spend some of the (VERY) little money that i have,  i get really really freaked out. cause today i had to make a recipe from a spanish speaking country (just not mexico) for my spanish classes "food day" tomorrow. those are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107777307373834615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107777307373834615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777307373834615' title='wednesday- hump day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107762322094899166</id><published>2004-02-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T04:49:01.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skip me if you're in a hurry</title><summary type='text'>lately i have been getting nightmares...some are actual nightmares, with blood, gore, and prison escapees, and some are just freaky, but definently still nightmares. sometimes i wake up sweating, and sometimes i just wake up relieved as all heck that they werent real.notice the time of this post. Dream # 1:It was my grandmas house, but it was mine...you all know how that weirdness goes. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107762322094899166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107762322094899166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762322094899166' title='skip me if you&apos;re in a hurry'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107759099954947230</id><published>2004-02-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:52:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ding dong</title><summary type='text'>haha. the doorbell just rang and i am sitting here in jammies and no makeup and my mom was sans pants, vegging in the living room. i quickly opened the door to my room and said "mom, i am so NOT here." while jumping into her jeans she said"im not either!"turns out it was my brothers friend- duh. does anyone else come to our house? or call our house, for that matter? still,  its funny. we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107759099954947230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107759099954947230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759099954947230' title='ding dong'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107759058192685233</id><published>2004-02-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:45:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sitting here...eating.</title><summary type='text'>so on the way to hobby lobby today (my absolute, without a doubt, all time favorite store), charlie and i were talking about how vanessa has a job at a place called Mitchells. It is a garden center and she makes it sound so fun, it is independently owned and they hardly do any work and i guess its just really fun and relaxed. they do most of the hiring in april so charlie decided he wants to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107759058192685233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107759058192685233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759058192685233' title='just sitting here...eating.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107750084936845883</id><published>2004-02-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T18:49:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its charlies fault, i promise</title><summary type='text'>his fault that i havent blogged, that is.we had a good weekend, a pretty busy one, and i didnt find much time to squeeze in a post.  i know, i could have, but i am lazy. also, i did try to post once, but blogger was being a pain in the behind so i gave up. friday night charlie and i met vanessa for dinner and then we hung out with her and andrew (both of them are quite strong characters so its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107750084936845883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107750084936845883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750084936845883' title='its charlies fault, i promise'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107716875019232193</id><published>2004-02-18T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:39:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's Cleaning Service</title><summary type='text'>i am so tired. i dont know why, i just feel unusually tired. i need to start eating more vegetables and stuff- i feel so much more energetic when i do. blagh.I went to visit charlie today- he is so sweet. He looks completely normal, but poor guy can't do much but stroll around the house  eating mush and popping vicodin. We watched a foreign film "Quitting" today (mandarin with english subtitles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107716875019232193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107716875019232193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716875019232193' title='Kat&apos;s Cleaning Service'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107707469938897144</id><published>2004-02-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:30:46.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember?</title><summary type='text'>when i blogged about charlie taking really cool pictures of glasses? anyway, he posted them but i dont think he really said anything so go here and check this picture out, i think its really cool. dont you??? you cant tell me that isnt freaking cool. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107707469938897144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107707469938897144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707469938897144' title='remember?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107707353934495223</id><published>2004-02-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:07:34.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mushy like mashed potatoes.</title><summary type='text'>i was missing charlie and wishing he wasnt conked out so i called his mom to see how he was doing. she was telling me that when he first came out he was laughing at stupid crap and stuff. that is so funny. but to my surprise when i called he was awake...he even talked on the phone to me- and sounded pretty good, a little puffy maybe. now he is talking online and seems pretty awake to me, yay, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107707353934495223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107707353934495223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707353934495223' title='mushy like mashed potatoes.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107706586773009969</id><published>2004-02-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:59:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo</title><summary type='text'>i just ran out of the BEST salsa in the world. its the target brand (archer farms) Hot Salsa. it is good. Pace salsa is vomit compared to this. this is bad. very bad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107706586773009969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107706586773009969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706586773009969' title='nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107706517343962891</id><published>2004-02-17T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:48:07.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor guy</title><summary type='text'>charlie got his wisdom teeth out today- his apt. was at 1pm so i called him on my lunch break around 11 just to say good luck. anyway, he was sopposed to text message me before he went, but of course- i lost my cell phone. stupid idiots in high school...they think its so cool when they find something like that. losers. i called it, and someone answered, but didnt say hello, but i could hear a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107706517343962891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107706517343962891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706517343962891' title='my poor guy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107698829196859934</id><published>2004-02-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:27:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not my fault the link didnt work at the end of the last post. </title><summary type='text'>it was the sites fault. i dunno, im confused.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107698829196859934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107698829196859934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698829196859934' title='its not my fault the link didnt work at the end of the last post. '/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107698814295866712</id><published>2004-02-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:26:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comforting...</title><summary type='text'>  You're China!  Big and powerful, you have a long history behind you with more good and bad than you care to remember, or are really capable of remembering.  Lately, in older age, you've gotten sort of crochety and even mean-spirited.  There is still a lot that's beautiful about you, but most of the focus people have when they think about you is how hard it is to work with you.  There's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107698814295866712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107698814295866712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698814295866712' title='comforting...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107694924811490597</id><published>2004-02-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T09:36:00.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh, id rather have a root canal</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone ever watched the morning show called "The View"? Oh my goodness,  somebody smack me. Last night I slept with my TV on because I hate being the last one to go to bed, it freaks me out. Anyway, I woke up to this dreadfully disgusting show. A bunch of women laughing about the stupidest most annoying things ever. There is way too much estrogen floating around that stage- they are without a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107694924811490597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107694924811490597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694924811490597' title='ugh, id rather have a root canal'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107690902123418744</id><published>2004-02-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T22:29:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday night</title><summary type='text'>sometimes those two words make me shiver- they remind me that the week is on its way. but not tonight whahahahaah!!!! no school tomorrow.Well friday night charlie and i went downtown to see a documentary about aileen wournoss (sp?). it was really interesting and good. although she is a serial killer- you really do wonder whats going on in her head...and almost ( i said almost) sympathise with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107690902123418744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107690902123418744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690902123418744' title='sunday night'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107668917215204170</id><published>2004-02-13T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T09:21:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday five</title><summary type='text'>1. Are you superstitious?-not truthfully. i like to get spooked and avoid things that are bad "luck" but do i truthfully believe it? nope.2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?- i really cant think of anything, except fung sui (sp). people are way too into that.3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?- when i was in middle school, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107668917215204170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107668917215204170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668917215204170' title='friday five'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107668767124924715</id><published>2004-02-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T08:56:21.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>splat</title><summary type='text'>last night i painted a white shelf in my bathroom black, and painted black and fuschia splats on the wall. the splast took an amazingly short amount of time...which left me with plenty of time to make a list of all the stuff i want to add to make my bathroom match.-a big wall shelf (for bottles, etc)-a black or pink toilet seat (mine now is blue)-2 black rugs-towels, both colors preferably-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107668767124924715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107668767124924715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668767124924715' title='splat'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107661744503336426</id><published>2004-02-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T13:25:54.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><summary type='text'>i bought some wow chips awhile ago. you know the ones, they are sopposed to make you poop because of some weird ingredeient? well, they dont do that to me, so i am eating them. its hard to not get carried away but they are so freaking good. i was never really a potato chip person to begin with but man these are good. YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE??? chocolate covered potato chips. i dont remember where i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107661744503336426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107661744503336426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661744503336426' title='wow'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107655755979825850</id><published>2004-02-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:47:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>way too much...</title><summary type='text'>...cookie dough and m&amp;m's. Man, when you dont have a job, its so much different. Its like- "Hmmm,  what will I do tonight? clean out my underwear drawer, pick the lint out of every pocket of every pair of jeans i own, or bake?" Tonight, I baked. Yes, me...the queen of burn. Make that the queen of SCORCH. But actually, they came out pretty good (not by Martha's standards, but if you have had my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107655755979825850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107655755979825850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655755979825850' title='way too much...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107652247129184871</id><published>2004-02-11T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T11:02:59.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy person next to me</title><summary type='text'>well, i was going to blog, but i have to do it sort of quickly. this girl i know is now sitting next to me, she is really weird. right now she is away talking to someone else so i must blog compulsively until she comes back.blah, ill blog more later, if your lucky. i want to apply for some jobs today. ha! thats what i was gonna do yesterday and i ended up not even showering. wish me luck.PS I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107652247129184871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107652247129184871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107652247129184871' title='crazy person next to me'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107646190471222332</id><published>2004-02-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:13:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by the way.</title><summary type='text'>my ribs didnt do that pop thing all day. ill keep ya posted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107646190471222332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107646190471222332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646190471222332' title='by the way.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107646184520563374</id><published>2004-02-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:12:32.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><summary type='text'>today was just THE most exciting day. i did...well...absolutely nothing. I stayed home sick from school today (ehem...cough...cough...). I keep looking for jobs online but when you are in high school with absolutely no experience how much is there really out there? that is, besides the food industry. I am hoping and praying for a job outside the food industry. please please please please please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107646184520563374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107646184520563374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646184520563374' title='wow.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107639381155608258</id><published>2004-02-09T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:18:38.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a real hum dinger.</title><summary type='text'>i went to buy a prom dress today. i got one- and im pretty sure i like it. we'll see. lots of people say how tiny i am...whatever, thats fine, but they say it so meanly. like im freaking anorexic or something. i eat more than most people. give me a break. ninety nine percent of the time no matter how "tiny" i look, i feel not-so-healthy because i eat so much junk food. i am not saying this is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107639381155608258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107639381155608258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107639381155608258' title='a real hum dinger.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107635038586098513</id><published>2004-02-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:14:52.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where are my diners?</title><summary type='text'>I just added tidbits and morsels to my blogroll, but then when i went to check if it came up, i noticed that no one was there. something is horribly horribly wrong! haha. charlie changed some of my colors around- did anyone notice? Its a lot more pinky and purpley now. just the way i like it. When he was over the other night (saturday) I forgot to mention that we made the yummiest lasagna. I got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107635038586098513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107635038586098513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635038586098513' title='where are my diners?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107629409131522325</id><published>2004-02-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:36:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blahbidy blah blah blah</title><summary type='text'>sunday.funday? mmmm, i dunno. Mom and I went to church today, that was good. After that I got some homework done at Charlies and he and I dropped off some film we had. He took some crazy pictures the other day. Read his blog for more info because Im lazy.Could I be any lazier? other than that, i have done nothing all day. oh, except ate everything in site! hahahahaha. by the way cindi, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107629409131522325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107629409131522325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629409131522325' title='blahbidy blah blah blah'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107606930878074242</id><published>2004-02-06T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T05:10:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>charms</title><summary type='text'>here, i found this little link. it has a picture, so maybe you can get the jist of what they are. they are cool.http://www.indianchild.com/italian-charm-bracelets.htm(i always forget how to link stuff. it seems like its so time consuming. I am assuming you know how to copy and paste.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107606930878074242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107606930878074242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606930878074242' title='charms'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107600414741881329</id><published>2004-02-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T11:05:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my head hurts.</title><summary type='text'>i think it might just be the cold weather. waaah waah. i think i will take a nice, long nap after school today, considering i have no job!!! I called the lady about the job yesterday- not good. they wont need anyone for at least six months. it was sort of a misunderstanding because i guess the company is fairly disorganized and she had told my sister that they were going to be needing someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107600414741881329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107600414741881329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600414741881329' title='my head hurts.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107583124738872655</id><published>2004-02-03T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:02:27.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this cold weather sucks.</title><summary type='text'>i hate the cold- i guess the storm they said was gonna roll in today is actually going to make it. its so bitter out...and i dont think the janitors felt like turning on the heat was to their best interest or something, because my school is SO cold. and for once, its not just me. everyone is like- "man, its freezing!"i havent really been feeling like myself the past couple of days- my head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107583124738872655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107583124738872655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583124738872655' title='this cold weather sucks.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107568554645257671</id><published>2004-02-01T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:34:04.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people chow</title><summary type='text'>...is really really bad. and thats all i have to say about that.the weekend is over. over over over. i dont want to talk about it really- the weekend was good and bad in many ways. not looking forward to three consecutive days at fazolis this week.also not looking forward to calling the lady about the job tomorrow. not because i dont want the job, i am just really bad at talking on the phone,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107568554645257671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107568554645257671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568554645257671' title='people chow'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107549979706932281</id><published>2004-01-30T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T14:58:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the friday five</title><summary type='text'>You have just won one million dollars:1. Who do you call first? mom.2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself? peanut m&amp;ms. (and since i am so rich i would find someone to make them fat free but taste the same)3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else?m&amp;ms.4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?m&amp;ms? sure...to anyone who's having an "i need some m&amp;ms" kind of day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107549979706932281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107549979706932281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549979706932281' title='the friday five'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107543369493017286</id><published>2004-01-29T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:36:30.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too funny</title><summary type='text'>right after i posted that last thing charlie sends me this instant message:scratch emotion: my eyes burnlol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107543369493017286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107543369493017286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543369493017286' title='too funny'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107543364610739967</id><published>2004-01-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:35:41.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yum.</title><summary type='text'>i just had a frozen dinner it was some swedish meatballs in a creamy sauce with some noodles. and i had a salad too. i dont hardly ever eat beef and RARELY EVER eat pork. but it just looked so good. and it WAS. i didnt read the ingredients because i just dont want to know. and ill probably get more of them, too! so ha!if any of you read charlies blog, youll see that he writes about the "plight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107543364610739967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107543364610739967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543364610739967' title='yum.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107531282483740539</id><published>2004-01-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:01:59.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks notice</title><summary type='text'>yep...i gave mine last night at fazolis. i still dont know about the other job, but i honestly dont think i can take it anymore. I barely make any money either way, so i figured i might as well put in my two weeks. that way, if i get the other job, ill be available sooner, and if i dont, i can look for another job. whatever...all i know is YEEAHHHHHH MAN!! april was pretty upset about it, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107531282483740539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107531282483740539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531282483740539' title='2 weeks notice'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107521656293720530</id><published>2004-01-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T08:17:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did someone change the clock?</title><summary type='text'>it feels like i got one hour of sleep, i feel super tired. i know i will feel better once i am up and around but MAN i havent felt this tired in a while. and its not like i even did anything exciting yesterday or anything. (not that going to charlies ISNT exciting, but you know what i mean). and i have to go work at that stupid crap-hole tonight. excuse my language but you dont have to work there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107521656293720530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107521656293720530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521656293720530' title='did someone change the clock?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107516621082549447</id><published>2004-01-26T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T18:27:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi there...face here!</title><summary type='text'>Man, have you ever seen that stupid thing on nickelodeon? well i dont know why it came to my mind but all i know is that that stupid face is really freaky. if you have seen it you know what i am talking about. hes like the morning announcer for the cartoons. couldnt they think of anything better than a colored screen with a smiley face on it? i could have done better than that half asleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107516621082549447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107516621082549447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516621082549447' title='hi there...face here!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107508653004874734</id><published>2004-01-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T20:10:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dun dun dun</title><summary type='text'>that is the sound of a sunday night. baaaaah.i hate sunday nights, knowing you have a whole week of blah, right in front of you, just waiting to blah you out. cindi knows what i mean. but then theres friday, glorious friday! friday afternoon, when all your work is done and you have a couple days of laziness ahead of you. aaah, if only life was one long weekend.charlie and i were talking on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107508653004874734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107508653004874734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508653004874734' title='dun dun dun'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107492715199118103</id><published>2004-01-23T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:54:01.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><summary type='text'>whoa.hmm.whoa.hmm......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107492715199118103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107492715199118103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107492715199118103' title='whoa.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107487227640307265</id><published>2004-01-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T08:39:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is over :'(</title><summary type='text'>i want these shoes. i need these shoes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!http://www.converse.com/zproductdetails.asp?zcatid=3&amp;zsubcatid=&amp;zgenid=2&amp;sku=1J892#</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107487227640307265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107487227640307265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487227640307265' title='christmas is over :&apos;('/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107483124766627329</id><published>2004-01-22T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:15:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call me crazy, but...</title><summary type='text'>I was waiting for my tea to steep or whatever and i was looking at the bear of honey. i wasnt going to use it in my tea, but i was bored just standing there so i was like looking at the bottle. and you know, when you have an opened thing of honey but then you dont use it for two months, how it kind of crystalizes? well thats how the honey was. and anyway i got this urge to eat some, so i stuck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107483124766627329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107483124766627329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483124766627329' title='call me crazy, but...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107479469218010054</id><published>2004-01-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:06:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fazolis...no more!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the last day that we were open. And we werent even allowed to tell the customers (ehem, guests). it was kind of sad, but you know me, not too emotionally affected by things that dont directly affect my emotions. haha that made no sense.I got transfered to another fazolis, which stinks because it is quite a bit further from my house than this one. hopefully the other job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107479469218010054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107479469218010054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479469218010054' title='fazolis...no more!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107465739979275199</id><published>2004-01-20T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:58:05.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fazolis...no more?</title><summary type='text'>so even though april (my manager) was not sopposed to tell me why there was a meeting tomorrow, i got it out of her. she said she could get fired for telling me but i mean, i am going to find out tomorrow anyway. they are closing our restaurant on thursday! yeah, they are calling a meeting for wednesday at 4pm to let us know that there will be no more fazolis on thursday! isnt that insane. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107465739979275199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107465739979275199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465739979275199' title='fazolis...no more?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570896.post-107453216117526454</id><published>2004-01-19T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T10:10:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pop-tarts</title><summary type='text'>do you eat them? they are ALWAYS in full stock in my house, with an intense variety to choose from. I try to stay away from them as much as possible. anyway, as i was making my tea this morning, i was glancing at the box and on the back it said "For a great taste, TRY THEM CHILLED!". and i was like, wait, um...i dont think i want my poptart chilled. its just...not...right.and i didnt know if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107453216117526454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570896/posts/default/107453216117526454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaatie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107453216117526454' title='pop-tarts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942646924404459602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
