<?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-1629483369973969157</id><updated>2012-01-12T18:51:14.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-5022607797663750410</id><published>2007-09-20T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:48:20.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogspot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I now blog on the school website (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.chatuniversity.com/wbcollblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://blogs.chatuniversity.com/wbcollblog/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) so that is why I have not posted in so long. If you want to read some of my blogs you can go to this site. It is not as detailed as I would like because it is for school and it has to be edited, so I cannot be all that witty sometimes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until next time, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-5022607797663750410?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5022607797663750410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=5022607797663750410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5022607797663750410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5022607797663750410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blogspot.html' title='New Blogspot'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-5765691866993692919</id><published>2007-06-18T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:39:40.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News, News, News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Jenn and I won our ball game. We are 3 for 3. I was able to hit two homeruns that game, which is weird because I have not hit a homerun since I was about 15. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother came in from the Coast Guard this weekend. He surprised my mom and David. he is in for a week, which makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday was Father's Day and Roman and I met my dad in Farmington for lunch. When we pulled up at the restaurant, he had his shirt up, belly showing and was slapping his belly...that's my dad for you. It was a tearful goodbye, so I am glad that he is trying to move back to down here. He hasn't got any offers on the house, so that's a prayer concern right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please be praying for me. I am still taking some classes and going through some personal things right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-5765691866993692919?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5765691866993692919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=5765691866993692919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5765691866993692919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5765691866993692919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/06/news-news-news.html' title='News, News, News'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-8635265627221745994</id><published>2007-06-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:44:10.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't even know why I still have this blog, seeing as how I never right on it anymore. Except I'm writing on it right now, meaning I sometimes right on it. But what is coming out of my fingers right now is of no particular importance. One thing that I do have to say is that I miss my life. I don't get to do anything anymore with anyone. I am working and schooling, and those things are going to help my future, so I guess these things are more important right now, right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until me meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-8635265627221745994?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8635265627221745994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=8635265627221745994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/8635265627221745994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/8635265627221745994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-4043945520126585673</id><published>2007-06-05T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:03:57.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So I haven't written in forever. This is all you need to know...school and work-work and school. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-4043945520126585673?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4043945520126585673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=4043945520126585673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/4043945520126585673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/4043945520126585673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-havent-written-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-1011578850658974020</id><published>2007-04-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:43:21.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This just end: Eggbert (WBS Mascot) is at the top of Addie Mae, the schools tower that has no apparent purpose. Yes, someone climbed Addie Mae and put the head of Eggbert at the top. We have no suspects yet, but I know someone who knows something...I'll try interogating to find the culprit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-1011578850658974020?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1011578850658974020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=1011578850658974020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/1011578850658974020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/1011578850658974020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-2654626564125198690</id><published>2007-04-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T07:31:43.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night was Inernational Dorm of Pancakes. We had all kinds of pancakes in the girls down and coffee, milk, and OJ. It was delicious! Yum! That is all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-2654626564125198690?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2654626564125198690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=2654626564125198690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/2654626564125198690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/2654626564125198690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/idop.html' title='IDOP'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-8810271499041176006</id><published>2007-04-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:00:20.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Spring Fling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday Dan and I had to go to the Powhatan (Pocahontas' father) Courthouse for a field trip for our Arkansas History class. It was interesting in some spots, but mostly we were ready to leave as soon as we got there. Dan and I both like history, but our teacher is a total goober. He misspells things wrong on every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; slide during his notes and pronounces everything wrong as well. It's a Black River class, so I guess we can't have the highest hopes, but oh well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after we got back from the field trip Spring Fling was all about blow-ups! We had blow-up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jousting&lt;/span&gt;, blow-up twister (which everyone ended up doing flips and bouncing on instead of twister,) blow-up stick to the wall thing (you got in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt; suit and stuck to the wall) and blow up obstacle course. We have such a wonderful time here at Williams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've also been collecting money this month for the Children's Shelter coming to Walnut Ridge. We have raised almost $1200 and counting. I will give you a full amount once we finish collecting all of the money, which is today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so I don't think I've blogged about this, but there has been a creepy man in a blue Chevy Colorado truck skulking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; campus. He was spotted a couple of weeks ago by a friend of mine and he even asked her to get into the truck. Dan and I saw him last week going by the dorms really slowly, and then last night my best friend Jordan saw him and her and my friend Brian followed him to Pocahontas. We have signs posted in the girls dorm and we are all advised to use the buddy system. Dan will not let me go out alone and walks me everywhere-such a good boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-8810271499041176006?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8810271499041176006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=8810271499041176006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/8810271499041176006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/8810271499041176006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/wednesdays-spring-fling.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Spring Fling'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-677951394912536378</id><published>2007-04-18T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:07:40.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Spring Fling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 4:00 yesterday we had a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;water slide&lt;/span&gt;, water balloons, and tug-o-war. The tug-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wars&lt;/span&gt; middle consisted of whipped topping, peaches, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;, and sprinkles, so if your team lost then you would be piled into the delicious toppings. Which were delicious by the way because I tasted them. Then at 6:00 there was an eating contest. The first challenge was hot dogs that I participated in. I didn't eat many because I had just eaten supper. I cheated, however, by throwing the hot dogs behind me. I still didn't win, and wasn't trying to, it was just funny. So then it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Twinkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time. Yeah, 2 people threw up. It was awesome. Nasty. But awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A praise: the Supreme Court ruled yesterday that partial birth abortion is now illegal in every state in the United States. Thank goodness! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to continue praying for Virginia Tech. The campus minister had me make a sign yesterday that said, "You are in our thoughts and prayers," and the whole school was able to sign it. We are going to send it to them at the end of the week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS-this week is MEGA stressful to me, so please pray for me and my sanity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PPS&lt;/span&gt;-Chapel today was AMAZING! (yes, Steve and Ruth, amazing) A professor on campus (Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norvell&lt;/span&gt;-religion) has been having a dream for several years and has been more detailed in the last couple of weeks. So he shared it with us. He was first standing in an arena and then it started changing to the gym at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WBC&lt;/span&gt;. He was preaching to us (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WBC&lt;/span&gt; students.) He said that he is not a preacher, but in his dream he was preaching. So today he preached to us exactly what he has been preaching in his dream. He "preached" to us with tears rolling down his face. He simply said, "Repent." But he said it about 100 times. It was so powerful, people, including me began kneeling at the bottom of the bleachers praying and weeping. One simple word set out campus on fire. AMEN! It was incredible. Thank you Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-677951394912536378?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/677951394912536378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=677951394912536378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/677951394912536378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/677951394912536378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterdays-spring-fling.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Spring Fling'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-3337863056573970026</id><published>2007-04-17T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:33:34.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fling Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week is Spring Fling Week at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WBC&lt;/span&gt;. Each day I will try to keep you updated on yesterday's events. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; was the spring play. Dan and I enjoyed seeing our friends in The Importance in being Ernest. It was comical and overall, well acted out. Then we had a drive-in movie and watch Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;. There was a screen set up by the girls softball field and we drove our cars and sat on the tailgate. I later found a couch to curl up on and got warm under my sleeping bag. It was a good night. I'm looking forward to today's events, but I will tell you about those tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-3337863056573970026?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3337863056573970026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=3337863056573970026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/3337863056573970026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/3337863056573970026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-fling-week.html' title='Spring Fling Week'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-9153687309766311735</id><published>2007-04-12T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:59:07.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things happened tonight and the police were involved in both. Here are the stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first thing that happened was that I locked my keys in my car. The good thing is that I was already at school. So I called the local cop (our campus officer) and him and his crew got my car unlocked. Now, this is the second time this year that I have already locked my keys in my car, and I have done it before. I run out of gas and lock my keys in my car more than anyone I know. I guess it keeps things interesting. Inconvenient. But interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now the second things that happened was that as I was going into my hall for the night, there was a note on the door. The note stated "Caution ladies!!! There has been a suspicious vehicle going around campus. It is a blue s10 pickup and has handicapped plates. If he asks you to come to his vehicle call officer Jerry (our fantastic campus cop) or Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; dorm director.)" So needless to say I was a little freaked out. Daniel always walks me to my dorm at night, but I told him we should be extra careful. Now today, since I get the low down on everything working in Student Affairs, I got the whole story. Two of my friends (also on my intramural softball team) were walking to the dorms last night, when this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creepo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked them to get into the vehicle. I feel safe on this campus, but it still has be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these things have nothing to do with cops, but they need your prayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My best friend Erin Putnam, who moved back to Colorado last semester, has a grandma who is doing very bad. She had bleeding in her brain, they think that might be from a broken blood vessel. The bleeding isn't stopping, and she is getting worse. She is a Christian and is excited about meeting the Lord, but the family still needs prayers. Erin told me a neat story about her Gigi (that's what she calls her.) Every Easter her Gigi is the first to say "He is risen!" and whoever hears her says, "He is risen indeed." Well this Easter she was in the hospital, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Erin's&lt;/span&gt; sister was the first to say "He is risen!" since her Gigi couldn't. Well her Gigi said "He is risen indeed," but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Erin's&lt;/span&gt; sister didn't hear her, so she said "Gigi, He is risen indeed!" And Gigi said "That's what I said!" I thought it was so funny that her Gigi was getting sassy in the hospital bed while she was in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My cousin Amanda is about 3 weeks pregnant. On Easter we made her a cake of congratulations and the baby already had grandma and grandpa bibs and a baby blanket. Amanda and her husband have been trying for awhile and want a baby desperately. Well she found out yesterday that she was pretty sure she had lost the baby. She had been bleeding. The doctors say it was from a hormonal imbalance. It is heartbreaking because there are so many people in this world that bring children into this world who don't even want kids, or who have abortions, but when someone really wants one, she can't. At least the baby is in Heaven. But keep Amanda and her husband and the rest of the family in your prayers, because we were all excited and loved the baby already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of Easter, I had a wonderful Easter. We went to my grandmas like we do every year, but one thing that we did different is that we didn't cook the normal Easter meal. We ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. It was much easier and just as filling. After we ate, my cousin Brittany (19) and I hid Easter eggs for out little cousins Chloe and Keaton. After they were done finding them, we counted how much money they got and it added up to about 10 dollars. Last year they got like 15. Brittany and I started complaining about our childhood. I remember whenever we would only get a dollar a piece. But there was 6 of us trying to find them then. We also brought up the point that even though we are older, we still like finding eggs. So the parents agreed to hide eggs for Brittany and me. We went upstairs in my grandmas house and discussed the situation. We guessed that they would probably put pennies in all of the eggs, and sure enough, they did. Whoever found the most eggs, got a "special egg." Well I found the most and it had 10 pennies in it. Oh Boy! Well my uncle sneakily hid 2 more eggs that had $20 in each of them, so me and Brittany got what we wanted. It was very nice of them to do that and it made for a memorable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-9153687309766311735?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9153687309766311735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=9153687309766311735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/9153687309766311735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/9153687309766311735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-4823881662711987802</id><published>2007-04-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T09:10:09.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Easter Egg Hunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah! Yesterday Student Activities Board surprised us with an easter egg hunt around campus. Dan and I both participated on this adventure. We got alot of candy, but I also got $30! The money was in camoflauged eggs, so they were tricky. It was a lot of fun, considering I haven't hunted eggs since I was about 14. I can't wait till Sunday! I love Easter. My family always gets together, it's usually perfect weather and of course Jesus dies for us on this day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-4823881662711987802?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4823881662711987802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=4823881662711987802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/4823881662711987802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/4823881662711987802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/surprise-easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Surprise Easter Egg Hunt!'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-281834232169499129</id><published>2007-04-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T09:10:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naill in the Wrong Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday our preacher handed us all nails to nail to a cross that he had made. Well I set mine down on the pew and went to the bathroom. When I came back I sat on the nail...I AM LOSING MY MIND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-281834232169499129?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/281834232169499129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=281834232169499129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/281834232169499129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/281834232169499129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/naill-in-wrong-place.html' title='Naill in the Wrong Place'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-5667215758178377630</id><published>2007-03-28T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:13:46.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science, Speaking, and Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I went to St. Pauls school in Pocahontas to judge Science Fair Projects all day. I judged collections and models (K-3 grade) and it was the cutest thing in the world. The kids had great projects and they were so cute when they were interviewed about their projects. It was very tired after it, but I was given 10 dollars for lunch, so I have no complaints. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My aunt works at St. Pauls as the religion teacher, so after I was finished judging, I went to visit her. Well she was speaking about holiness to the next class, and so she was like why don't you stay and speak to the kids when they come in. I was thinking "Uhhh...what? How did I get suckered into this?" Well, I kind of strayed off the path because she asked me to tell them how I lived for God. So I told them that I am myself. That I don't let other people tell me who I am, I live for who God tells me I am. I told them not to get suckered into peer pressure. No matter what other people may think of you or what the cool thing is, God made you who you are. My aunt later added that I wear pink if I feel like it on a rainy day, or sing in the middle of a crowd. She said that I lived my life for the fullest and was hardly ever down. So we kind of just talked about that, and God got me through it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I seriously think that I am losing my mind. I had a coupon for tanning, so I was looking it over and noticed the expiration date. It was February 29, 2008. (Yes, the 29th since it is a leap year) Anyway, I was like oh man, this has already expired, but then I was like, I just got this coupon, how can it expire already. So I was like well maybe they won't notice and I'll be able to tan anyways. So I called my mom to ask her what she thought and I read her the date and as soon as I read her the date, it dawned on me that 2008 is next year. I never thought that I would do anything that would get the turkey award, but by the looks of things, I might be wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-5667215758178377630?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5667215758178377630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=5667215758178377630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5667215758178377630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5667215758178377630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/science-speaking-and-stupid.html' title='Science, Speaking, and Stupid'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-5092448105934598220</id><published>2007-03-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:56:05.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Anyone Say Turkey of the Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ditzy&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, or easily fooled. I hardly every have a dumb moment. I think yesterday was a whole years worth of "DUH" moments. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1: My air conditioner in my room was not working. On these hot days, I was miserable. So I put in a maintenance request with my RA. When I got in my room later I could tell that someone had been there and my room was like an ice box (thank you Jesus.) Well I looked at my air conditioner and the condition of my room and it didn't look like they had done anything. Except for one little thing. One of my knobs was in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; spot. My air conditioner was never broke. I had it on the wrong setting the whole time. And the worst part and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; is that I had the bra from the hall party (ya know the granny one) hanging from my lofted bed as a joke. I had forgotten about it, so the maintenance men had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2: At lunch a friend of mine told me that there was a scientific study out that Katy's that spell their name with a "y" are more likely to be weird and less intelligent that "Katie's" I believed him. After the fact, I thought to myself, that was the most stupid thing in the world to believe. What was I thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3: I got some wall sconces (for you men-sconces are decorations for the wall) over the break. Well I was going to hang them up in my room yesterday, so I got hammer and nails and held the sconces where I wanted them, put the nails through the sconces and started hammering. I finished the first one when my best friend Jordan came in and was like, why don't you just nail a nail in first and then hang the sconce. HERE"S YOUR SIGN! And this is coming from one of the people that I know that lacks common sense the most. Plus she is really bad at anything mechanical or anything manly. She is a huge girly girl. So anyway, I normally would have done it the second way, I was just having a huge stupid day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, unitl we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-5092448105934598220?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5092448105934598220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=5092448105934598220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5092448105934598220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5092448105934598220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-anyone-say-turkey-of-year.html' title='Can Anyone Say Turkey of the Year?'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-4401226992340696559</id><published>2007-03-27T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:11:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Before I get into my spring break, I noticed that Laura shared a limerick with everyone a couple of blogs ago. For one of my classes I had to write different kinds of poetry as well. One of those was a limerick so I thought I would share mine, too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys don't make passes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With girl in glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye spectacles, don't stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not because of boys, no way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But because you're hitting my eyelashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*So here is my spring break: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday after church Dan and I headed to St. Louis to visit my daddy and brother. Roman was in from the Coast Guard, so that was great that I was on my spring break to see him. Sunday we just hung out and played games. My aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kako&lt;/span&gt; came over and brought us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Imo's&lt;/span&gt; pizza. If you have never had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Imo's&lt;/span&gt; pizza you must try it once in your lifetime. It originated in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;STL&lt;/span&gt;, so you have to get it there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Now Monday Dad, Roman, Dan and I went and visited Billy at Washington University. While Bill was still in class my dad game us a "tour." Really all he did was read the names of the buildings off the nameplates. He thought we were oblivious to this, but we knew exactly what he was doing. The campus was beautiful and old. I would love to go to that college just for histories sake. Bill was a fine tour guide, except that he didn't know anything about his college. He only knew where the library and the food was. But we had a good time. After that we went to a little bookstore in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;O'Fallon&lt;/span&gt; that I found. I found many books that I had been wanting and was very happy about my finds. That is a "must visit" every time I visit my dad now. That night we played games again and my little cousin came over and we played with him. His name is Braden and he is hilarious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*We came home on Tuesday and stopped at a few flea markets on the way home. We stopped at this one and it was very creepy. I couldn't tell whether the owner was a man or a woman. I said man, but Dan swore he/she was a woman. I would hate to be that person. I wouldn't want people to wander about what gender I was. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wednesday it was such a nice day, so Roman and his friend Tommy and my step-sister (Jodi-12) and I went fishing in our neighbors pond. I caught 2 and Roman caught 2. The boys left early, but Jodi and I sat down at the pond and chatted and discussed books, so it was nice for us to get bonding time. That night Roman and Tommy went to Black River by our house and camped in the bank of the river. I later had the idea of going down and scaring them. So Jodi and I got in the back of the truck and mom drove us down to the bridge. We jumped out and walked down under the bridge and towards the boys. We had to walk in this field to get to them and then through woods. We finally made it to them and hour later, because of the darkness and terrain. We crouched by the bank and spied on them for a minute. To our horror Tommy had his dog, so he sniffed us out and started barking. So Tommy was like, I'll go check what's up there. As soon as he started up the bank, we screamed, and scared them to death! It was quite humorous. So that was a nice little adventure for us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Thursday, Mom, Jodi and I went to Hardy and went to flea markets. I found a lot of books and we had a great day together. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Friday Dan and I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; (his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt;) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and then took them to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Doniphan&lt;/span&gt; city park for a picnic and to play for a bit. That afternoon, we found a snake by Dan's carport. He was getting ready to let me out of the vehicle and spotted it. I refused to get out because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; snakes, so he went and got the BB gun and shot it. I told him to shoot it again because I didn't think it was dead. Well, he didn't and when we came back a little later, it had crawled off. I found it a couple of feet away. To make sure it was dead, I poked it with a stick and it struck at me. I FREAKED! I started screaming and half cry-laughing. I was hysterical. I was screaming "Dan kill it, I told you it wasn't dead, kill it!" He did and that was the end the snake. That night hometown Zeros had a gig at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lonestar&lt;/span&gt; school for the Special Olympics fundraiser. We were all worried at first as to how these kids would like them. But as soon as they walked in the door they started screaming. They sold 100 dollars worth of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;merch&lt;/span&gt;. The kids LOVED THEM. It was cute and funny at the same time because they went CRAZY. We could hear them screaming over the music. Here is a comment that one of the students left of h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TZ's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;"i think i stood in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; the whole time!!! he only sang&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt; every once&lt;/span&gt; in a while but when he did the words came out like a poem!!!! it was just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt; i can't explain it i thought about just sitting down there and staring at him while everyone else listened to the music!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I thought this was the funniest thing I have ever read in my whole life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Another thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; Friday is that my brother got in a wreck. He had to get a new car. He got another grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prix&lt;/span&gt;. He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but they went to the hospital just in case. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Saturday my family went to the auction in Corning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Another story I have is that my dad found 4 baby rabbits in his back yard and the mama was on the ground without a head, so he found one of the babies alive and fed it and kept it warm for 3 days, but it died last night, so he is very sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Now just to let you all know-this is a very long blog, so I am not going to proof read it. If there is any mistakes, my apologies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-4401226992340696559?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4401226992340696559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=4401226992340696559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/4401226992340696559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/4401226992340696559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break-happenings.html' title='Spring Break Happenings'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-2101925011525300968</id><published>2007-03-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:35:01.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi Day and Other Type News.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was Pi (3.14) day. It was wonderful. Dan and I's math teacher brought us pizza pie for class. It was amazing. This is going to be one of my new favorite holidays. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day and we get spring break! I plan on going to my dads Monday. Roman is coming in, so we are going to get to visit with family! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday Dan and I had a class (Arkansas History) at the Fire School behind our school. Well, it was such a nice day outside that we thought we would ride our bikes. The only thing on the agenda was to take a test and then leave. Well I got done about an hour before Dan. I waited outside and noticed huge dark clouds in the distance and thought I'd warn Dan to hurry up. Well we beat the rain in the knick of time. I have a bike basket on my bike and I felt like the Wizard of Oz, trying to beat the rain and riding as fast as we could.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a praise. I lost my wallet yesterday with my school ID, driver's license, lunch card, 60+ dollars, my jump drive, room heys, my whistle and free movie coupons in it. I know the last two seem like the most important thing to all of you too. Well anyway, I found it today. Someone turned it in and everything was there. Thank you Jesus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-2101925011525300968?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2101925011525300968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=2101925011525300968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/2101925011525300968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/2101925011525300968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/pi-day-and-other-type-news.html' title='Pi Day and Other Type News.'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-598938385114976761</id><published>2007-03-09T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:57:41.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good One Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have two things to say today. One is good and one is bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First the bad news: Last night I Daniel overheard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roman's&lt;/span&gt; (my brother) girlfriend saying that she was going to break up with him. I know this is very personal, but it really breaks my heart. He is in the Coast Guard waiting to come home (he comes home next week) to see Katherine (his girlfriend) and the week before he comes home she breaks his heart. He asked me today what was going on with her, and I had to be honest and tell him what she had said. Poor thing. He just had a birthday as well. He turned 19. So I just feel really bad for him. Please be praying for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the good topic. Which isn't really news or anything. If anyone wants a light read, but an excellent read, &lt;em&gt;The Man Who Loved Clowns, &lt;/em&gt;is one of the best books I've ever read. The author is June Rae Wood and she is a Missouri writer. She mentions Silver Dollar City in her book, and other places in Missouri. The story made me cry about 3 times and I bawled at the end. It's about a girl who's uncle has Down Syndrome. PLEASE READ THIS!! IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! (I was thinking that Hattie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michala&lt;/span&gt; would probably really like it.) But I enjoyed it as well, so older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; can read it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that is all for now...weekend plans are to go to Daniels show tonight at the Well, then go to my cabin on Eleven Point and then maybe go to the auction with my parents, oh yes, and the homework that is ever &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hanging over my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-598938385114976761?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/598938385114976761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=598938385114976761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/598938385114976761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/598938385114976761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-good-one-bad.html' title='One Good One Bad'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-6793275598035154114</id><published>2007-03-08T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:58:10.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening at Williams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a look at my fabulous week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: We are having Williams Idol this week and today was the first day. There were 14 contestants. 7 made it to the finals. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Like the&lt;/span&gt; real American Idol, we had a few duds and funny ones to entertain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: Tonight was Collide. This is a weekly service led by students. Tonight Wade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spoke&lt;/span&gt; and he talked about discipline in our everyday lives and our spiritual lives. He told us to find time each day to have quiet time with the Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday: Today I got my phone back. My brother sent the check too late, so my cell phone was shut off for a few days. After an agonizing time apart from my phone, I am able to use it again. Today I was also abducted into the STD club...actually I was inducted into the Sigma Tau Delta club...It is an English club that I had to be invited into to join. We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt; in a room by the cafeteria and it was catered by the lunch ladies. The meal was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; good. What I don't understand is that meals taste good on special occasions, but why can't they be good all of the time? Then we had to say some pledge stuff, get our picture taken for the paper, and sign a book. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was such a nice day that Dan and I took a bike ride around campus and played in the park by married housing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 10:00 P.M. we had a hall party. We played human Clue. Each of us were the names of the suspects and we picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt; weapons such as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ethernet&lt;/span&gt; cord, a stiletto, and a stapler. Then we used our dorm rooms for rooms where the victim was murdered. Then we had a cardboard box for the die and we used the square tiles in our hall as places to move. I won this game, because it went so long that I just made a guess to get it over with. For winning I got a free room check. The next game was Slingshot Stuff. Our RA bought huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;granny&lt;/span&gt; braziers at the Williams garage sale last weekend and we used those to slingshot an eraser down the hall. The winner got a free room check. The third game is questionable whether or not I should put it on here, so if you want to know just ask me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday: Tonight is the last night of Williams Idol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-6793275598035154114?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6793275598035154114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=6793275598035154114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/6793275598035154114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/6793275598035154114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-happening-at-williams.html' title='What&apos;s happening at Williams?'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-3548115780269770318</id><published>2007-03-01T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:56:59.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praxis Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple of Friday's ago Dan and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jonesboro&lt;/span&gt; so he could take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Praxis&lt;/span&gt;. While I sat and waited on him I thought that I would write a poem for my creative writing class. This is what the result was:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I in a Murder Movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We come to the Chickasaw building.&lt;br /&gt;Just like it says on the paper. As we&lt;br /&gt;make our way through the piercing&lt;br /&gt;February wind, we open the double doors.&lt;br /&gt;It is vacant, but it looks as if the law&lt;br /&gt;was after them and they all moved out in a&lt;br /&gt;days time. The lights are on, so we walk&lt;br /&gt;through. Room 403 is our destination.&lt;br /&gt;We step onto the rickety elevator with&lt;br /&gt;caution; not sure if it even works. Button&lt;br /&gt;number four is pressed and we wait&lt;br /&gt;silently with wide eyes wondering if at any&lt;br /&gt;moment the elevator will either get stuck&lt;br /&gt;or go else go crashing down to our deaths.&lt;br /&gt;The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor is much like the first with&lt;br /&gt;bright florescent lights overhead. We hear&lt;br /&gt;no sounds and see no one. We walk around&lt;br /&gt;the fourth floor looking for our destination.&lt;br /&gt;We finally find it. It has to be the only office&lt;br /&gt;still open in the entire building. But it looks as&lt;br /&gt;if they can pack up and move at any second,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps even while we are waiting. I am told to&lt;br /&gt;go into the waiting room across the hall. I&lt;br /&gt;step into a room designed like the 60’s. Brown&lt;br /&gt;paneling lines the walls. Bright orange shaggy&lt;br /&gt;chairs, brown couches, an old Zenith television,&lt;br /&gt;and orange lamp, and authentic stove, cabinets, and&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator from the 60’s give decoration for the&lt;br /&gt;room. 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I was conned into being in the Gospel Choir several weeks ago. We have been practicing, but every time someone was missing or someone new would show up, so it was very difficult to learn the songs. We were all nervous and not singing to our fullest because it was supposed to be a gospel choir for Black History Month and we only had two black people in the choir. So needless to say, we were freaking out. Today was the big day. We performed in chapel, and we had soul! It was VERY fun, nerve racking, but fun. I can't wait to do it next year. But hopefully we won't have as many problems. Thank you Jesus for getting us through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-2670879291424356160?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2670879291424356160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=2670879291424356160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/2670879291424356160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/2670879291424356160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-soul.html' title='I got soul'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-5930558504733617549</id><published>2007-02-26T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:18:31.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday in church our music leader, Rooth (Ruth), asked us to stand up and tell what God has been doing in out lives. Sorry, Ruth, I'm a big chicken and I didn't stand up, but I wanted to say something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, God has been challenging me and I wanted to say that even through the challenges we grow and God shows us things. So thank you Lord for the good times and the challenging times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-5930558504733617549?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5930558504733617549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=5930558504733617549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5930558504733617549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/5930558504733617549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-chicken.html' title='I&apos;m a Chicken'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-8947014501377331928</id><published>2007-02-24T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:56:21.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin Keaton had a birthday party today. He is the big "4." Kids grow up entirely too fast. I thought Keaton was 3. I lost a year somewhere. Then the family went out to our cabin on Eleven-Point River in Arkansas. It was pretty much a muddy sloppy mess and flooding as well. This was all to celebrate my Uncle Glen's birthday. Have you ever noticed that everything tastes better when you are camping? We had delicious roast and chicken. But not ordinary roast and chicken, oh no. We had camping roast and chicken...much better... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched Keaton and his sister Chloe tonight at my Aunt Ronda's. They are so precious. We colored, painted, played with toys in the bathtub, watched movies, played on the computer, made jewelry, and read. Chloe is in kindergarten so she is learning to read and write and I am a very proud cousin. She has been writing my name all week since she learned I was going to be babysitting. So tonight she gave we three or four pictures with "I love you Katy and only you Katy." She read a whole book to me and I just listened in awe. It actually brings tears to my eyes to think that I was at the hospital when Chloe was being born and now seeing her learn these things makes my heart burst with joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The hightlight of my night was cuddling up with Chloe on the couch and reading her Mother Goose. She slowly fell asleep while Keaton was bouncing off the walls, and still is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love to just sit and watch kids. I was sitting on the couch watching Keaton. He had his little Fruit of the Loom whitie tighties on with no shirt. I was just looking at his little skinny arms and legs, and thinking how beautiful he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-8947014501377331928?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8947014501377331928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=8947014501377331928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/8947014501377331928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/8947014501377331928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/babysitting-and-birthdays.html' title='Babysitting and Birthdays'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-1753772915505662140</id><published>2007-02-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:37:10.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight, the wonderful "Class," meaning the college age Sunday School class got together at the leader's house and watched Facing the Giants. The girls cried and the boys made boo-hoo noises and made fake sniffles. Things we got out of the movie: Billy is now going to have a sucker in his mouth at all times because of the Giants coach, Dan is going to start saying "Oh Dan" when something frustrating happens, and Steve is going to continue to point out "Billy sweaters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My favorite scenes in the movie were 1) when the Eagles coach made the leader of the team do a death crawl the whole length of the football field 2) when the coach and his wife finally found what was making there house smell. The coach scared the wife and I thought it was cute 3) when the crippled dad stands up for his son at the field goal 4) when the assistant coaches are putting up the uniforms and joking with the head coach 5) the duct&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tape on the coaches grill and 6) when a player and his dad gets the coach a new truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, this is not just a football movie with the team Giants. It's about all of us having our own giants to face and overcoming those giants. But even more it's about giving God our all and loving him and trusting him with all of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wonderful to get together with Christian friends and I am very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;blessed to have a great church family. Thank you Ruth and Steve for letting us use your home and being so hospitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;, Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-1753772915505662140?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1753772915505662140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=1753772915505662140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/1753772915505662140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/1753772915505662140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/facing-giants.html' title='Facing the Giants'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629483369973969157.post-650353203757092964</id><published>2007-02-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:33:51.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogger Bug Has Bitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am finally a part of the blogger world. It took me forever because I couldn't think of a name, but it is now official. I am fabulous at being myself, so there it is. Another name I thought of was "What's in a name." -William Shakespeare, but I decided to be a little more original than that. I am going to warn everyone that I may not be regular and the posts may sometimes be short, but I will post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, until we meet again, Adieu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629483369973969157-650353203757092964?l=fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/650353203757092964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1629483369973969157&amp;postID=650353203757092964' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/650353203757092964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629483369973969157/posts/default/650353203757092964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulousatbeingkatyjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogger-bug-has-bitten.html' title='The Blogger Bug Has Bitten'/><author><name>Fabulous at being Katy Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05252324775195411529</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
