tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43743414935753858552024-03-13T12:09:01.201-04:00Chat Tea KathyKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-32442284520092191502012-11-15T23:51:00.000-05:002012-11-15T23:53:51.360-05:00'Tis the season for change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Hello old friends!</div>
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It has been a long, long while, and I am sorry that I have lost touch. It has been quite a crazy year filled with all sorts of changes. I have learned that change really can be good- even if it doesn't seem that way at first.</div>
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Speaking of changes, I have missed writing posts and reading yours-very much so! I debated whether I should continue this blog or start a new one. I decided that I am not going to officially retire Chat Tea Kathy. This place holds a lot of memories for me, and who knows? Maybe I'll find myself posting here again. In the mean time, if you are still around, you can keep up with the same old chattiness that is me <a href="http://thekatchat.com/" target="_blank">here at The Kat Chat.</a></div>
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Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-2655470052962102092011-12-04T22:42:00.002-05:002011-12-04T22:47:16.008-05:00My new favorite taglineThe dog days are over.<br /><br />Love F&theM.<br /><br />I know this is not a new song, but it is my new mantra.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iWOyfLBYtuU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-7617190011837522802011-11-15T01:49:00.004-05:002011-11-15T01:58:07.533-05:00Booo...Ahhhhh!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WMIgY4s0tcQgqA6ggTI4KOWMSZ9iYXV43u300w19evLDKOLT26YYQ725kKoIG4xGA9N7lmo1hyphenhyphenCr7WBWmZJ4qtC3AKLnycvN4JksOe44vXhQ6DmhQzZCqWLi9bnfouQsFeP9HhqwiDo/s1600/American-Horror-Story-02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WMIgY4s0tcQgqA6ggTI4KOWMSZ9iYXV43u300w19evLDKOLT26YYQ725kKoIG4xGA9N7lmo1hyphenhyphenCr7WBWmZJ4qtC3AKLnycvN4JksOe44vXhQ6DmhQzZCqWLi9bnfouQsFeP9HhqwiDo/s400/American-Horror-Story-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675112473579231282" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&rlz=1C1_____enUS427US427&biw=1366&bih=635&tbm=isch&tbnid=nN7KmbezWKi4XM:&imgrefurl=http://horror.about.com/b/2011/10/05/are-you-ready-to-scream-american-horror-story-101.htm&docid=TPUH5V9W2BfNUM&imgurl=http://0.tqn.com/d/horror/1/0/d/2/1/-/American-Horror-Story-02.jpg&w=500&h=333&ei=ogvCTqvINYrx0gGuw43jDg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=642&vpy=251&dur=453&hovh=126&hovw=181&tx=162&ty=68&sig=101869108414500507323&page=9&tbnh=126&tbnw=181&start=173&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:173">{image credit}</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Please tell me somebody besides moi is watching <a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/ahs/">American Horror Story</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>To bring back a 90s phrase, it is the bomb diggity!</div><div><br /></div><div>I love me some scary movies, but most do not have a good plot. This show, folks, is mind blowing and nail biting all at the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just give it a lil' chance. You can thank me later.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-87438938158654993712011-11-10T11:56:00.005-05:002011-11-10T20:33:54.825-05:00A Bifsey from Elementary School Wears a White Gown<div>Just a little preview of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Steph</span> and Nate's amazing wedding weekend.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7s8OKYAgXToY7RZtmWd9ehbCy2WwdzH7UaHepHbRyrXGwi6uascVNaLe67ZfkbVKCreEEbZVR-heuw-PQv0W3BS4PlgEucxZ-0iaqCrYpJi-jgBsjoo0Cf56kQQp5uyaZpz8yUAkOp10/s1600/382260_305483726129845_110688745609345_1344469_1763139787_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7s8OKYAgXToY7RZtmWd9ehbCy2WwdzH7UaHepHbRyrXGwi6uascVNaLe67ZfkbVKCreEEbZVR-heuw-PQv0W3BS4PlgEucxZ-0iaqCrYpJi-jgBsjoo0Cf56kQQp5uyaZpz8yUAkOp10/s400/382260_305483726129845_110688745609345_1344469_1763139787_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673543790268388914" /></a><br /><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Bride & Groom. Best cake smashing in the world because she shoved cake in both of his ears. Payback is a you know what. :)</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDzI3hgyj4ExUI3No8nKD73JZ6XlVQi1KXIfWH2A0dxeAGMaglxRcYSA11iVQhAuyCKcgOx64TyXioiZNg8iVmTCDIoFjPr8Uygx1Xc7_B7XoeMiPWPPUpiEH2mbaEqmfsJHIZmqb3xI/s1600/389897_10150385069997485_621982484_8454903_674117227_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDzI3hgyj4ExUI3No8nKD73JZ6XlVQi1KXIfWH2A0dxeAGMaglxRcYSA11iVQhAuyCKcgOx64TyXioiZNg8iVmTCDIoFjPr8Uygx1Xc7_B7XoeMiPWPPUpiEH2mbaEqmfsJHIZmqb3xI/s400/389897_10150385069997485_621982484_8454903_674117227_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673414299754890482" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Me & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">KK</span> doing the cupid shuffle. </span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHDKomMYECpuP-ZKWhSA0KkNwIgomn1_2Z6QChGfXjQN_ydwmblfLRl4VCpmWQq6o4UtebdtkRKNJorZa8ljKyOH2Sp3xwo1zTmMMPX5X6VS8HwE8Z5WG-DyGQsNAauADZvo3rCxptEE/s1600/260.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHDKomMYECpuP-ZKWhSA0KkNwIgomn1_2Z6QChGfXjQN_ydwmblfLRl4VCpmWQq6o4UtebdtkRKNJorZa8ljKyOH2Sp3xwo1zTmMMPX5X6VS8HwE8Z5WG-DyGQsNAauADZvo3rCxptEE/s400/260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673414297686499026" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Me, Mr. W, & my Mama. The reception was on the most beautiful ranch, hence the cowboy hat.</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmpe4wpfvrHB__0K0EuugNU1Y3qihdzs9EWD2McKDABuZgDevt02hWbl4zhBuQjUE90oGNfwrwebu5AqTQ9SatqGOnsyjod3R4b5sM98raWE5x3Zq1JUWnTfR7jo5Ve6sb3EGHun9NSU/s1600/249.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmpe4wpfvrHB__0K0EuugNU1Y3qihdzs9EWD2McKDABuZgDevt02hWbl4zhBuQjUE90oGNfwrwebu5AqTQ9SatqGOnsyjod3R4b5sM98raWE5x3Zq1JUWnTfR7jo5Ve6sb3EGHun9NSU/s400/249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673414291249460274" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The gorgeous bride getting her hair did. </span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin04C-gRWZJFUVmSjtnILkAdYf81mNnU6UB3rMCPYr3v9c9fo_m1NtpfRI6hObu_G9vIM95N4_OBIkRfolYsBMd7W1_FmyhcRSbLPewXMN1ekd4H9SV8w7mg5POFVe_PkuTlAlHq8Gem8/s1600/244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin04C-gRWZJFUVmSjtnILkAdYf81mNnU6UB3rMCPYr3v9c9fo_m1NtpfRI6hObu_G9vIM95N4_OBIkRfolYsBMd7W1_FmyhcRSbLPewXMN1ekd4H9SV8w7mg5POFVe_PkuTlAlHq8Gem8/s400/244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673414280761142834" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Me & Steph at the rehearsal happy hour. </span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeMkzQJD1ouQgAZx94ToQ4U3pPTLV1D720m5UMWkaFx2sJlNSlbxgYtdymsxtEL2BDoiBYjIpGGipk7iR1ddK5nak5-D-TdhehHqREYUY-pWI_tzt8z5aC7W6u9F_O2CM5OeBE5GWzBQ/s1600/241.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeMkzQJD1ouQgAZx94ToQ4U3pPTLV1D720m5UMWkaFx2sJlNSlbxgYtdymsxtEL2BDoiBYjIpGGipk7iR1ddK5nak5-D-TdhehHqREYUY-pWI_tzt8z5aC7W6u9F_O2CM5OeBE5GWzBQ/s400/241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673414276165291586" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Mr. W, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">KK</span>, & Me. Mr. W liked to jump in every photo :)</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-82788578424247582482011-09-12T15:17:00.002-04:002011-09-12T15:21:29.063-04:00My legal-minded (shoe-loving) readers<div>What do you think? Is a red sole trademark-able?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://amlawdaily.typepad.com/amlawdaily/2011/08/louboutintrademark.html">http://amlawdaily.typepad.com/amlawdaily/2011/08/louboutintrademark.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-80125756797553004132011-08-30T01:01:00.003-04:002011-08-30T01:19:57.463-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>Self help books are not one of my interests on Facebook. And any modern day social-networker would know that is a bold statement. Howie ever, these days I have been glued to the following:</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>It's funny, I have heard the same thought-provoking message before, but as a dear friend so brightly put it, sometimes the way it is packaged makes a difference. Well friends, I think I have found my favoritely wrapped way of looking at life. If you need a deep read, just give it a whirl. I could puppy ear the whole book. I really could. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>I am not talking about new shoes, a new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">playlist</span>, or even a new haircut (although, all true). I am talking temporarily, a new living situation, possibly, a new job, and certainly, a new attitude. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am back in South Florida for the time being, soaking in the rays and pushing out the resumes. Well, I have <i>actually</i> only applied for one job so far (that I really, really want). In the meantime, I am trying to make contacts and keep the creativity flowing.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I don't have an air-tight plan exactly, but as my mom likes to say in her infinite mom wisdom, I have an outline. And the great thing about an outline is that it leaves room for change. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><div>I know I get a big fat "F" for giving specifics, but I will iron out the wrinkles in detail when all is in order. </div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Have a great day, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bloggies</span>.</div>
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Minor details.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguv8WjoQJrx9qWvPLYlvg7SDmTZ7mk3fdi5ajcPQYdX6JV9ktDHbB8YQaqeDDUPjuTnr5LnS-Vsq4txy1cmZcecDo7_MPJCPngEgkTaL3i0np3Ud-C3xsaZD-S5I2GiW1QiWTm8CEyVXA/s400/Baha_Men-Move_It_Like_This_3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633335052581515794" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.kazaa.com/#!/Baha-Men/Move-It-Like-This/Giddyup">{Image Credit}</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>(Any)who, (someone) let this Kat (back) out. Bad parentheses joke, I know. But give me a little credit, I AM BACK, and that means, cheesy jokes and all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><i>Sooooooooooooooooo</i>, how has everyone been?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-23288325560828250112011-04-29T21:20:00.003-04:002011-04-29T21:26:03.867-04:00[As if you need] My feelings on the Royal Wedding.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqgTS-_AyOOBaFl9G87B4vnMxTFvAzJt2lMyHD1Jo5vvaXroOAdoPoXSdgU57VWhdEssw8EGhYH-iQ1uZA6TJIWzC1Svjjtl8cdy1hKJvQ_NEeqyZzgDaYalZsHIYxFWMAMJirmT-lAIg/s1600/tumblr_lkfelyyDAW1qcma2co1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqgTS-_AyOOBaFl9G87B4vnMxTFvAzJt2lMyHD1Jo5vvaXroOAdoPoXSdgU57VWhdEssw8EGhYH-iQ1uZA6TJIWzC1Svjjtl8cdy1hKJvQ_NEeqyZzgDaYalZsHIYxFWMAMJirmT-lAIg/s400/tumblr_lkfelyyDAW1qcma2co1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601180761119592114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/9293118">{image credit}</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Word. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-9101570970472238022011-04-19T22:40:00.011-04:002011-04-20T22:02:21.857-04:00Inspiration- where you least expect it.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mine these days, adorns my wall. That's right, I said my wall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I have been collecting photos and magazine clippings for years now with the hope of one day making an inspiration board. The reason I never started my board is because I made it out to be SUCH a project. Well, it is a project. I just had to remind myself that making an inspiration board is suppose to be...inspiring. A fun project, if you will.<br /><br />So that's just what I did. I had fun. I buckled down one night and started cutting and pasting away. And... voila!<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVN1AGv-eERRZzdsp8QwjSJlmiB60zqauuXPg7YZIhs7mGH-fTpv6_5bgCLYPENIf-uJwO_Ni50eiaTWteKHzxBvhEnnGY6gHEQSE3ZjMrb4IQAYlfb0WXdQb66i9ROKjlgRjFvuibsE/s400/DSC03039.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597847479819741154" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZk-HDYWd25fkwkedilTtVuPuDAkFrMlMZMpSbyCn1GLScmaBkNBWsbcyD58QlBkSkXOf28ZVksHFQNdnNbQa080pbw1vx2Iy-L4SbED9Gyos9oG8dP1f0NZe-4-ZlE6uAQgHhWIEg39U/s400/DSC03041.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597847479674585442" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I have plane tickets, articles, people and places that inspire me. It reminds me that I want to write a book one day (see photo of <a href="http://www.emilygiffin.com/">Emily Giffin</a>, former BIG LAW attorney turned author, who now, I might add, also has a movie coming out...that's right,<a href="http://somethingborrowedmovie.warnerbros.com/"> Something Borrowed</a>.) I have a gorgeous photo of Bora Bora because some day I WILL go there. I have a card from the flowers my family sent me when I passed the Bar (just a little reminder of the feeling of absolute relief). I have an old black and white photo of my grandparents. They look so happy. And you know what, it makes me so happy whenever I look at it. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So in true CTK fashion, I find myself asking a very familiar question when it comes to projects- just why didn't I do this earlier?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div></div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-5053047476596424322011-04-14T23:36:00.002-04:002011-04-14T23:40:07.967-04:00My First Easter Card<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKeUcFKWhDsbNxMGkIMivrySa8UV4Fwc3Pccc3zOaLCoHjpQbq5U8GQEz0Hlc3Nek_D2d-y9GoveaaGyIt_ZoaHOOcGo6hfxCzoxR4NDuGiaO5pfuk-TLPgyI6A7YLp6s6S1lpVau-Tb0/s1600/image001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKeUcFKWhDsbNxMGkIMivrySa8UV4Fwc3Pccc3zOaLCoHjpQbq5U8GQEz0Hlc3Nek_D2d-y9GoveaaGyIt_ZoaHOOcGo6hfxCzoxR4NDuGiaO5pfuk-TLPgyI6A7YLp6s6S1lpVau-Tb0/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595649984792617506" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Care of my hilarious Uncle. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-89207065330729927842011-04-04T23:02:00.003-04:002011-04-04T23:20:56.666-04:00BCL- Before Chelsea LatelyIt's no secret how much I love Chelsea Handler. I have been following this chica BCL when she hosted the Chelsea Handler show. I stumbled upon this video- a stand up routine when she was just starting up. It's funny, well, not because she is that funny in it (which by the way she still does the drinking and sleeping joke to this day on her tour), but it is funny to see how much she has changed over the years. One thing remains a constant though- her vodka drink in hand. Duh. <br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hajCBygifAA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-80401243213940008852011-04-03T22:09:00.008-04:002011-04-03T23:35:27.880-04:00A Little Sunshine to Jumpstart the Week<div align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/5566293"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591563983876957698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbvqq1yLOVrUHRhvzAwIycSz8mthc7uV32yB1TBGzUx2sU3OrR9o-7mmNoXESBvyNmpYspYtI6GG8ysEwCWh5AkZEBOaCYN8Zs357hxLQdQzt_6U_rCo2wsoQKOhdptTL24ErB30j_U4/s400/2736058440_136c12ec17_z_large.jpg" /><font size="2">{image credit} </font></a></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/8391039"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591563511848455746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYbQ_H-NikAyKEAonvdvpZ05V4Cer2JyujP53mWIQHUpl4Ut4tA-j4K0jYbbW63TxLdHM3hqDHKBnIDr4e6LR2PgrUoE327VVv2aWkrRnA1v-PjPDsbzDr8QNyhOE6Py47exF-pRFs1Q/s400/12786638415751_large.jpg" /><font size="2"> {image credit}</font></a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/8427837"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591562935998270770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6E7gqdqW_WB519QVYaBgIC6aEa5BEUDTL8lMWpD6kzb6j5mrn3f3gibKmvXTyHBp-bxCAqbm9jDXLu-ZEBzXj4BxOa9RT3wgENBwXUM_ipFCGQES7VrV02JsJPZM9mJ-hzKXwZlKQm4/s400/199697_1807864409431_1624585719_31794449_6797334_n_large.jpg" /><font size="2">{image credit}</font> </a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Mondays are always tough, but tomorrow is an especially big day for me. I am channeling sunshiney thoughts, so I thought I would share some. Let's get through Monday. We can do this. </div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-71078694785121117162011-03-31T23:03:00.006-04:002011-03-31T23:21:20.088-04:00Grey's Anatomy- Weigh in<div align="center"><a href="http://www.byterology.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/greys_anatomy_ver4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590447665612451634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExm0Le276oHNrApEDe6Wxl0bMb46X-HASRNW5XZHl3-WZVcaEXyeEjWQ08NziJxfncGjPgn2FuUC2QHHJcyIaJho1N-NNVt5k0rEOS3uSImBZv7tWHc0Dvcs3ekI-u4oIVX2tGWGPPjE/s400/greys_anatomy_ver4.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">{image credit} </span></a></div>Soooo....Grey's- The Musical? My vote is ehhhh. In all fairness, I <em>was</em> impressed that many of the actors could sing (read: not Ellen Pompeo), and I did not know that a couple of the actors are actually professional singers as well (read <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.byterology.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/greys_anatomy_ver4.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.byterology.com/category/greys-anatomy/&usg=__0GvelIvryKsgxSh8E080tpJheTg=&h=353&w=535&sz=83&hl=en&start=2&sig2=IgQbZm8htjQYaOWTjVbxVQ&zoom=1&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=JDGKDzCUAKufAM:&tbnh=87&tbnw=132&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgrey%2527s%2Banatomy%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26tbs%3Disch:1&ei=2kGVTeTkFtCftwfEvpSGDA">here</a>). BIG HOWEVER, I really thought it was distracting. Next season is suppose to get better, but right now I am definitely not singing the praises of the musical episode of the ER drama. What did you all think? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-37694965810566420122011-03-14T08:36:00.002-04:002011-03-14T08:41:18.842-04:00Just because it is MondayAnd we all need a happy song to start the day on a Monday. I love this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Onerepublic</span> song (yes, there is no space between one and republic). The message is it is going to be a good, good life. Who doesn't need that reminder at the start of the week?<br /><br /><br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZhQOvvV45w?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZhQOvvV45w?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-72438505087296804332011-03-13T11:41:00.002-04:002011-03-13T11:49:06.745-04:00Let me (re)introduce myselfMy name is Kathy. I have a blog. I have been really bad at keeping up with it. But, let's not dwell on the past.<br /><br />Sometimes you just need a reset button. This is mine.<br /><br />I forgot how much I love to write here at CTK, and I really forgot how much I enjoy reading all of your blog posts.<br /><br />So, I am back. Ready to update you on my life. Also, ready to write about whatever frivolous things come to mind such as decorating, music, clothes, you get the point. And even if it is frivolous, you know what, I won't feel bad chatting about it. After all, that's what I do- CHAT.<br /><br />Nice to (re)meet you. Let's get this party (re)started.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-37358062210566708012011-02-24T01:17:00.003-05:002011-02-24T01:29:35.520-05:00High Eight Us<div align="left"><br />Yes, yet another blogging hiatus. Sometimes I cannot post enough, and my blog stays true to its name. Sometimes I would rather just read all of your blogs. Despite my posting infrequency as of late, I am still reading your posts. So hang tight until I find some more of this:<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577138433858057858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFuXFLWF1_2y2ADouCva1WxnY1bX9NNdBoHKajISjJO5XXL92Q03cvCqmSG8BiacEUKae_UpnWNbZLti3oBxSHWhBWBln9xkKycDqpQtg9BO-Vru9RLmQPOl_iSS_lDBhhWScZRk6gtb4/s400/tumblr_lguoalTq9J1qgujfno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/7335896">{image credit}</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"> </p><p align="center"><br /></span><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-56853215056061136292011-01-23T22:49:00.003-05:002011-01-23T23:57:33.129-05:00AM or PM Person?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7mr6xNdVkmjC1z9I081KQC4S-Gw4WIBf6as2ORT0Gac7x7Y3XUANBejzkF_E-b0I-U1DQ4BEocyV7gxt7Ul1aCwj9b-aSozKL0b_V8CaNxI5elyKkJLLCuslkt9bZhZG62IuZhRxcRc/s1600/alarm+clock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7mr6xNdVkmjC1z9I081KQC4S-Gw4WIBf6as2ORT0Gac7x7Y3XUANBejzkF_E-b0I-U1DQ4BEocyV7gxt7Ul1aCwj9b-aSozKL0b_V8CaNxI5elyKkJLLCuslkt9bZhZG62IuZhRxcRc/s400/alarm+clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565599655726398850" border="0" /></a><br />I have a friend who is in bed by 9, who can jump up at 4:30 am to work out with a trainer (who happens to be her husband), shower, get dressed, and is ready to go by 6am. All of this with a smile on her face. By the time this bubbly blonde is bouncing out the door, I haven't even had the opportunity to hit my snooze button once.<br /><br />I am <span style="font-style: italic;">soo</span> not a morning person. In fact, I don't even like breakfast. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>I am always asking, "do you all serve lunch yet?"<br /><br />However, I can get more work done between the hours of 12am and 3am than you could ever imagine. I have always been on "last call" hours. Maybe that is why I was a bartender in college. <br /><br />Having an office job now, I am trying really hard to change my ways. I make personal training appointments early before work. So far, I am having a REALLLLL tough time. I try to go to bed earlier, but I end up staring at my ceiling fan. Does anyone else have this problem?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-91467792027282297982011-01-20T23:21:00.005-05:002011-01-20T23:57:26.669-05:00Still throwin' back<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz3GZTAynTCvzuksfiSY6MAiq2IS_xSdFZm9PuCFo-U3tKzMoMIESjNuwYjz8Yu19dhzwUvTShU3nYRYH6Tp6pC4Xfd3geB8HwJG_vT1f2yQQITQs0bhbIFWhg4T4jwuJNkmP4n6_RoY/s1600/lisa+frank.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz3GZTAynTCvzuksfiSY6MAiq2IS_xSdFZm9PuCFo-U3tKzMoMIESjNuwYjz8Yu19dhzwUvTShU3nYRYH6Tp6pC4Xfd3geB8HwJG_vT1f2yQQITQs0bhbIFWhg4T4jwuJNkmP4n6_RoY/s400/lisa+frank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564495944064308338" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.loveladyh.com/2008/01/lisa-frank.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">{image credit}</span></a><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwk2uXunSHJsJ9cBxuWF_tyw0K0rTGcL3H1XiNnSy-55rUtAelASihUfpePtVSNQJ18fub0amzbTzYLr8Bni_SrO9amFXpLYLozKSEY7s9XSrPjvc5l2Vr6PCQQTVGOU8WzqCTx10Pryg/s1600/pogs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwk2uXunSHJsJ9cBxuWF_tyw0K0rTGcL3H1XiNnSy-55rUtAelASihUfpePtVSNQJ18fub0amzbTzYLr8Bni_SrO9amFXpLYLozKSEY7s9XSrPjvc5l2Vr6PCQQTVGOU8WzqCTx10Pryg/s400/pogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564495339761972338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images.canadianlisted.com/nlarge/lot-of-345-pogs-21-plastic-slammers-14-metal-slammers_4866206.jpg&imgrefurl=http://calgary.canadianlisted.com/kids-products-toys/lot-of-345-pogs-21-plastic-slammers-14-metal-slammers_480921.html&usg=__QqpXxmK_6nMJJNCazdwCRHGBbew=&h=500&w=666&sz=310&hl=en&start=141&sig2=9ZbdDBdbt38sVvVvfE6JaQ&zoom=1&tbnid=lHuYKkxOb6outM:&tbnh=133&tbnw=194&ei=yA45TeC_N4ep8Ab-xdiaCg&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpogs%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D583%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C3096&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=514&vpy=293&dur=64&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=204&ty=98&oei=-A05Tf32CYOBlAfLqZjrBg&esq=7&page=8&ndsp=19&ved=1t:429,r:2,s:141&biw=1280&bih=583">{image credit}</a></span><br /></div><br />RKS and I had a discussion of all the things we remember from the early 90s. Like Trapper Keepers, Lisa Frank's purple, pink, and strange (now that I am looking back) graphics on everything, and Pogs. We spoke about how funny it would be if we rolled up in the middle of a decently populated area and started throwing slammers down and making pog trades. Then, RKS showed me this forum question, and I do not know why I found it so funny, but please tell me this person is joking- the person who actually answers this question even more so than the actual crazy that asked. And, this is coming from someone who shamefully admits that she was the proud owner of a million pogs and at least 4 slammers<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kat/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" />. Hilarious. Do you remember any of these three throw backs?<br /><br /> <div id="yan-main"> <div id="yan-question"><br /><div class="qa-container"><h1 class="subject">"Pogs" Value? How much would I get if I sold some pogs?</h1> <div class="content">How much would I get as a rough estimate if i sold 600 pogs?<br /><br />My sister gave me a ton of them a long time ago when I was like 5, she was gonna throw them out but I took them....I GOTTA HIDE THEM! she wants em back! So i've been wondering if I sold them, how much could I get?</div> <ul class="meta"><li><abbr title="2009-01-13 01:56:45 +0000">2 years ago</abbr></li><li class="report-abuse"> <a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/report;_ylt=AmG4gCOLenxxN6yz6kzmJGP3xQt.;_ylv=3?qid=20090112175645AAXBCgl&kid=J7VNBkvqFVYKBTCTm27w&date=2009-01-12+17%3A56%3A45&.crumb=RyYeT/mSEDv&s=q" title="Report this question"><span class="report-link">Report Abuse</span></a> </li></ul> </div> </div> <div id="OrxXX1bhCkNiYbm.ngHE" class="answer best"> <div id="profile-NHI5TmkCaa" class="profile vcard"> <a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/my/profile;_ylt=Attm3D68JdUQzADzLTR_9eX3xQt.;_ylv=3?show=NHI5TmkCaa" class="avatar"> <img class="photo" alt="oranges" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/identity/nopic_48.gif" width="48" /> </a> <span class="user"> <span class="by">by </span> <a class="url" href="http://answers.yahoo.com/my/profile;_ylt=AgTwp0qurdgE3tk6e6wjpHn3xQt.;_ylv=3?show=NHI5TmkCaa"><span class="fn" title="oranges">oranges</span></a> </span> <dl class="stats"><dt class="member">Member since:</dt><dd class="member">March 15, 2008</dd><dt class="total">Total points:</dt><dd class="total">2,063 (Level 3)</dd></dl> <ul class="network"><li><a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/my/profile_create?from=http%3A%2F%2Fanswers.yahoo.com%2Fquestion%2Findex%3Fqid%3D20090112175645AAXBCgl" class="add-contact">Add Contact</a></li><li><a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/my/profile_create?from=http%3A%2F%2Fanswers.yahoo.com%2Fquestion%2Findex%3Fqid%3D20090112175645AAXBCgl" class="block-user">Block</a></li></ul> </div> <div class="qa-container"> <h2><span>Best Answer</span> - Chosen by Asker</h2> <div class="content">You probably won't get more than a few bucks. There really isn't a market for them these days, the fad is long over...but you might find someone who grew up with them that's feeling nostalgic, if the price is low.</div> <ul class="meta"><li><abbr title="2009-01-13 02:30:57 +0000">2 years ago</abbr></li><li class="report-abuse"> <a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/answer/report;_ylt=Atp4wpBlR4oKMLeBVxRiXP33xQt.;_ylv=3?qid=20090112175645AAXBCgl&kid=OrxXX1bhCkNiYbm.ngHE&.crumb=.RyYeT/mSEDv" title="Report this answer">Report Abuse</a> </li></ul> <dl class="answer-rating"><dt>Asker's Rating:</dt><dd><img src="http://l.yimg.com/h/28133/images/all/rating-1.gif" alt="1 out of 5" /></dd><dt class="desc">Asker's Comment:</dt><dd class="desc">I will wait 10 years and will hope they go up in price, heheheheh.</dd></dl> </div> </div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090112175645AAXBCgl"><span style="font-size:85%;">{via here}</span></a><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-9576805471317261892011-01-17T14:27:00.001-05:002011-01-17T14:34:06.514-05:00Throw Back Photo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjbauo4GH5cMhrcyTDm4HU0Y7EjgO7y2aJhpgrfrG-kUbznuCs261snMwTyn2xnxET-8Y6mNyIIDVVE0tiRsjz-ZVvCFh16627uLpj4MpN6d2duUNRYU-QS3nKJL6i_NGbdt5zeMXRqw/s1600/oldprofpic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjbauo4GH5cMhrcyTDm4HU0Y7EjgO7y2aJhpgrfrG-kUbznuCs261snMwTyn2xnxET-8Y6mNyIIDVVE0tiRsjz-ZVvCFh16627uLpj4MpN6d2duUNRYU-QS3nKJL6i_NGbdt5zeMXRqw/s400/oldprofpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563240071141841506" border="0" /></a><br />KY Derby 2007. Pure bliss. Kim, Me, Megs. Wish I could go back.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-89755814758028718102011-01-15T14:03:00.005-05:002011-01-16T11:57:51.389-05:00Let Go<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvzVps3f_-b061RE3OsHi82kucLtOEVNnvJW4r8Teq8YRpF3d2LYL-goVGCKDqclrjFr_4c_c2FssbBJPTWXkzmzbH9tdDuZ2f7PVz8c2E39ax1O7e-bzM5CBRUIZTD8kNNjkAavQBLA/s1600/let+go.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvzVps3f_-b061RE3OsHi82kucLtOEVNnvJW4r8Teq8YRpF3d2LYL-goVGCKDqclrjFr_4c_c2FssbBJPTWXkzmzbH9tdDuZ2f7PVz8c2E39ax1O7e-bzM5CBRUIZTD8kNNjkAavQBLA/s400/let+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562491482908915538" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/5724635"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >{image credit}<br /></span></a></div><br />I know my latest posts have been less about fashion, less about football, and more about feelings. I know that this recently-induced introspective blog theme may cause a few bloggers to "un"follow. Jay Z may be in an Empire State of Mind. I am just in a State of Mind. Again, a period of reflection with all that has happened as of late.<br /><br />You all know that Frou Frou song right? Let Go. From Garden State. It seriously places me (delivers me/carries me and all other forms of transportation) to a new dimension. Because I am feeling generous, and I remember that my Kindergarten teacher Ms. Toups taught me to share, well, find it here:<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/13WAhlE02ew?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/13WAhlE02ew?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you ever find you just need to let (it) go? Not specifically talking about people, nicknacks, or POGS (kidding, but I really did have a collection of them growing up), just need to let it go, generally speaking. Well, regardless if you agree (or disagree), at least I shared a pretty awesome sauce song and photo with you. That's fair, right?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-35430002211108438722011-01-13T11:58:00.003-05:002011-01-13T12:05:41.442-05:00I have a friend who would have given Charles Dickens a run for his money.It is kinda fitting that my last entry was about Charles Dickens and great literature. I mentioned a friend of mine passing away, a few entries ago. To be more specific, she was my House Mom while I was at UF. She was definitely more than "just" a House Mom to me and many of my friends. We were her first girls, and many of my friends kept in great touch with her over the years. Even to the point of attending her daughter's wedding. Even to the point of giving a eulogy at her funeral.<br /><br />My dear friend <a href="http://flynnsight.blogspot.com/">Meg</a> wrote the most amazing reflection on the life of Miss Ann. This is not just a eulogy, it is prose. It is absolutely beautiful, so I thought I would share. I told my friend that she may find herself with a fairly morbid job on her hands because I am pretty sure people are lining up already to secure her as their memorial speech writer. To be fair, she also had a pretty amazing client to work with. Trust me, it is that beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Writing a so-called eulogy for Miss Ann is either the hardest job in the world, or the easiest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">It's been more than a year since she first mentioned the E word and I still can't reason why, out of the scores of people who adored every blonde ounce of her Titusville-bred self, she deemed me worthy of this task. What I DO know, though, is that I can't imagine a greater honor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">It was the Sunday after a reunion disguised as a football tailgate--a tailgate orchestrated largely by Miss Ann--that she first mentioned the E word. In a tone as familiar as one fitting for "I'll take a glass of Yellow Tail chardonnay, please," Miss Ann summoned me into her suite, and with just a few words, anointed me the future author of her eulogy. She'd even told Stacy as such.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The statement was paralyzing. I was as much honored as I was horrified. Tebow had just secured us a win over LSU. Our two-day visit had been punctuated by game day endorphins, reminiscing about trouble we'd gotten into in the DZ house and her excitement over the bundle of joy growing in Stacy's tummy. At that time, 16 months ago, the thought of saying goodbye to Miss Ann for more than a football season was strictly out the question.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">As she persisted about the E word, I agreed, under the pretense we'd table the conversation for 20 years, after she’d said a toast at my and Nicole’s weddings, after Brian had executed an engagement as colorful as Shaun's, after Stacy had a house full of bubbly little tinkers. God, it seems, had other plans. Maybe heaven was lacking in laughter. Maybe the angels needed someone to make them chicken noodle soup and seven layer bars. Most likely, though, I think He saw all the fun she was orchestrating on earth and wanted in on the action.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Because I'm pretty sure there aren't laws against plagiarizing oneself, here's a snippet from a letter written four years ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">"Though us Delta Zeta sisters share varied faiths, we spiritually agree on one certainty: we know why God rested on the seventh day. He did so to create the woman whose homemade ice cream cakes and pepper roasts make Rachael Ray dishes taste like Chef Boyardee, the friend whose compassionate dialogue rivals the writers for Grey's Anatomy, the role model who stands taller than Macy Gray on stilts, the set of shoulders more supportive than Tim Tebow’s game day armor… Miss Ann Grenville.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Should the price of paper rise in the future, it'll be easy to pinpoint the culprit. It will take several forests of refined greenery to create the wedding invitations, birth announcements, thinking of you, change of address and Christmas cards directed Miss Ann's way in the future. To not include Miss Ann in the joys of life would be like not inviting the mother of the bride to her daughter's wedding. Graduation may close our days and nights with Miss Ann, but a little bit of her character is embedded in each of us as we follow in her footsteps."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">These words were written in 2006, a time when I visualized addressing announcements to a Miss Ann at 903 S.W. 13th Street in Gainesville, Florida. Now that she'll know about engagements and babies long before a paper product could be stamped, she's taken "going green" to extremes. Leave it to Miss Ann to be hip and trendy from heaven.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I heard that Miss Ann was going to let us know it was her time by saying, "Well folks, the party's over."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Miss Ann, you know I'd never correct you, but I'd be remiss in not calling you out on this one. The pre-party may have run its course, but the band has just arrived.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">While the next few weeks and months will leave us longing for one more hug, one more wild hair to leave her a voicemail to the tune of "You Are My Sunshine," one more notification that "Ann Grenville likes this," let us find comfort in the thought that we no longer have to share our Miss Ann.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">From here on out, on any given fall Saturday, the DZ tailgate will boast one more attendee, no more panhellenic or fraternal laws to mind. Tables on the Front Lawn will sport an extra guest, one silently encouraging rounds of upside down pineapple cake shots. Sidelines throughout the SEC will staff an extra blonde cheerleader... when said cheerleader is not distracted by unannounced visits to the locker room. And when his mom and dad are distracted with singing "We are the Boys," Parker will have a built-in playdate, one that will continue to rival his youth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">There was nothing ordinary about Miss Ann during our precious time together. And there will be nothing ordinary about this Anngel - that's angel with two Ns. As much as this Anngel will be on hand to blanket us in her protective arms, she'll be just as much a silent antagonist encouraging us to follow her tireless pursuit of adventure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">So... Miss Ann, our Anngel, you're officially on the clock. I hope you're ready. Because, well folks,<span style="font-style: italic;"> this party has just begun</span>.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-12802977325353058402011-01-12T01:40:00.003-05:002011-01-12T01:54:27.214-05:00Re-reading the classics<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVfGvZAUWmYLUXXY45xw56YVe7sg9iZrkfY5IRX2Rof3q6oIM13YTCfgdud5u3tMJDU1N9x48hEPstfp3SqvY5eMZGyhe7eB2YN3L9cL4IncY6qHSweVnH5TznM7qxKZ7-rkNfec2Rzg/s1600/Tales_serial.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVfGvZAUWmYLUXXY45xw56YVe7sg9iZrkfY5IRX2Rof3q6oIM13YTCfgdud5u3tMJDU1N9x48hEPstfp3SqvY5eMZGyhe7eB2YN3L9cL4IncY6qHSweVnH5TznM7qxKZ7-rkNfec2Rzg/s400/Tales_serial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561188671902217394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Tales_serial.jpg">{image credit}</a></span><br /></div><br />One of my best friends just left her job as an attorney and became a high school English teacher. She is teaching the classics, so we had a long talk about our favorites. Every one always talks about how much they hate Charles Dickens. Well, being paid by the word certainly doesn't lend itself to short stories. However, I remember loving <span style="font-style: italic;">A Tale of Two Cities</span>. I have never forgotten the first paragraph:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."</span><br /><br /><br />What is your favorite classic?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-91103881082018454942011-01-11T12:26:00.005-05:002011-01-11T13:00:29.680-05:00Delayed Bandwagon Jumper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKYoeLwGdSiBczSjaf9vS_W_Az4G3XDFMJazk_9wVv1DpjM7qjYpO890_By8nhBpyCpYRVdbOgx2Wh2VHh-P8lxFf8OR3QRFD7NJebjoArjCFTTkxQPCXiHROWKNsGfhirM3MoBMiHeI/s1600/Greysanat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKYoeLwGdSiBczSjaf9vS_W_Az4G3XDFMJazk_9wVv1DpjM7qjYpO890_By8nhBpyCpYRVdbOgx2Wh2VHh-P8lxFf8OR3QRFD7NJebjoArjCFTTkxQPCXiHROWKNsGfhirM3MoBMiHeI/s400/Greysanat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560982378028088082" border="0" /></a><a href="http://mi2genius.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/1.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://mi2genius.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/1.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;">{image credit}</span></a><br /></div><br />That's me. I resisted the Grey's train for years (apparently 7 seasons), and here I am, with a purchased-for <a href="http://www.hulu.com/">Hulu</a> account. On season 3, episode 10. I have already watched season 7. I need help. I am seriously addicted. Like in a not-so-healthy-spend-a-perfectly-good-Saturday-at-home-watching-episodes-kinda way. What is my problem?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9OrPHY-zzrGSjpdNMVkoDp1TBN9BL8IYVaR1PZbv01aW5yIJkplRzOrvhlulk1Bum3giJLSxi3kZFbGPWDhusW9LZXmGdv4bua1vGdML3g5VJDa3lsbsvnvUICmIHz77m8xI-8G1KOU/s1600/greys2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9OrPHY-zzrGSjpdNMVkoDp1TBN9BL8IYVaR1PZbv01aW5yIJkplRzOrvhlulk1Bum3giJLSxi3kZFbGPWDhusW9LZXmGdv4bua1vGdML3g5VJDa3lsbsvnvUICmIHz77m8xI-8G1KOU/s400/greys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560981321971114546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/6178556">{image credit}</a></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374341493575385855.post-56354536900183568662011-01-10T10:04:00.003-05:002011-01-10T10:23:30.071-05:00Snow Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBjjj_eouEmpWYk5Bo5KSHogzFEkBgZa6C_gYcLTC-Zntc0rDiA2_tKIEvkvqiFdgyZVF5x5FkdprfIMcpl133IEBd0Ty7EodqgI-C9n9fy2pPmYl7HxnG6XquToSxxDZlFhSa4Dva8o/s1600/snow4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBjjj_eouEmpWYk5Bo5KSHogzFEkBgZa6C_gYcLTC-Zntc0rDiA2_tKIEvkvqiFdgyZVF5x5FkdprfIMcpl133IEBd0Ty7EodqgI-C9n9fy2pPmYl7HxnG6XquToSxxDZlFhSa4Dva8o/s400/snow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560577872730553314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBi_JHcZ7IusWORlkxlvcOx81CxYviaCU2HV2BBzAnHVJ4jqNS_IDS3H7zCYIKdmLlFWP1c4RmxjuQCkNxeyIfxAADzyi69P4eJaOBQ2x5OZ9gkEgQDNUkk4uVBy9pmzZhlpjYWleIou8/s1600/snow3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBi_JHcZ7IusWORlkxlvcOx81CxYviaCU2HV2BBzAnHVJ4jqNS_IDS3H7zCYIKdmLlFWP1c4RmxjuQCkNxeyIfxAADzyi69P4eJaOBQ2x5OZ9gkEgQDNUkk4uVBy9pmzZhlpjYWleIou8/s400/snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560577870292658562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtiki1j5tVX3y23pOsJtW-Vv25DyJJ9LuYESIaTRASZEZDIZzdzkwlU-asZ2DP17L0foEuvwirfB_jx03jznRVVOOV-t1s1jw_lq9IQ3aJERONRWyT3oHRKEs_NsAvzTBN2QsQhtUZEY/s1600/snow2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtiki1j5tVX3y23pOsJtW-Vv25DyJJ9LuYESIaTRASZEZDIZzdzkwlU-asZ2DP17L0foEuvwirfB_jx03jznRVVOOV-t1s1jw_lq9IQ3aJERONRWyT3oHRKEs_NsAvzTBN2QsQhtUZEY/s400/snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560573734213856786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-6FhnCllx3e6C_fo5I0kdzNK0WaTo2Jg8ymVVCW82P7e6srtViwsOkiMMh3TYjYeeXxteIpk2x9_8jdtu3U0BnTNNgJXNheY91051xZbgVqyqk1I-ORueDpR95mtPb1FO-U7MNpl7p0/s1600/snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-6FhnCllx3e6C_fo5I0kdzNK0WaTo2Jg8ymVVCW82P7e6srtViwsOkiMMh3TYjYeeXxteIpk2x9_8jdtu3U0BnTNNgJXNheY91051xZbgVqyqk1I-ORueDpR95mtPb1FO-U7MNpl7p0/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560573729398058594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg"><img src="http://www.frontporchstudio.net/chatteakathy/chatteasig.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913738973881827737noreply@blogger.com1