<?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-8042269</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:11:10.948-04:00</updated><category term='parenting'/><category term='love'/><category term='Emmy'/><category term='bible verse'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Speaking Louder than Before</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal blog of an Army wife and mom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8550221483327583226</id><published>2010-07-21T19:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:28:17.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible verse'/><title type='text'>Forever Love</title><content type='html'>Hi Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? The one who promises herself she will start posting regularly every time she writes… and yet its been over a year since her last entry? The girl who once had all the time in the world and now can’t seem to find five minutes to sit down. The army wife who was living in Fort Benning with her husband, and is now living in California while her husband is in Iraq. The dog mom who used this blog to brag, rant, show off, etc her furry child? Oh yeah.. the dog mom who is not just a dog mom now… but a human mom. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. To wrap up the last year, I decided in August that I would be staying in Georgia/Alabama while Drew was deployed for a year. We found an adorable house, signed a 12 month lease, then one week before he deployed… found out I was pregnant. Surprise! He left for Iraq in October, and in November my dad came to rescue me and moved me back to California [again], and I moved in with my parents where I am currently still living. We are all nice and cozy in this house: Dad, Mom, brother Chad, dogs Brody and Dakota, cat Belle, and oh yes… my cute little sidekick, Emersyn Marie, born May 29, 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the focus of this blog changes… from canine child to human child. Don’t tell Brody, but as much as I loved writing about him, my heart flutters a whole lot more for this adorable little bundle who currently is sleeping in her bouncer at my feet, swaddled in pink, bouncing away and content as can be.&lt;br /&gt;We call her Emmy, or Em, or M&amp;amp;M, or Spider Monkey due to her long, skinny frame and long arms, fingers and toes. Most say she looks like Drew, but in my defense, she looks just like my baby pictures. She has a full head of long, dark hair, the most perfect little button nose, and if you push that button it triggers a big, gummy grin and a little dimple appears on her right cheek. Her lips are full and delicately shaped, “Supermodel lips” as an admiring stranger said. Her eyes are dark, sure to be brown, and her eyebrows are the root of thousands of expressions, from a demeaning scowl to inquiring gaze to elated smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you have her pictured?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll help you&lt;img alt="894533967_f38MB-L" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG3zC8UNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BVs7nYm_lHQ/894533967_f38MB-L_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="894533967_f38MB-L" width="244" /&gt;&lt;img alt="894574538_E9EA7-L" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG4cDpHoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zOWc-yynIGE/894574538_E9EA7-L_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="894574538_E9EA7-L" width="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG43KxXNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cGnQLza5oBA/s1600-h/39077_10150214193490515_710820514_13704987_6201037_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="39077_10150214193490515_710820514_13704987_6201037_n" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG5U-i1NI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VEeI3IoJHdU/39077_10150214193490515_710820514_13704987_6201037_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="39077_10150214193490515_710820514_13704987_6201037_n" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG541UXHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/r5kK4h5lGVg/s1600-h/35047_143024505708867_100000039546471_415628_4493442_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="35047_143024505708867_100000039546471_415628_4493442_n" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG6QVSv5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/419A_CY9wpU/35047_143024505708867_100000039546471_415628_4493442_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="35047_143024505708867_100000039546471_415628_4493442_n" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG61IWHSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SHRdGrXLj0Y/s1600-h/38415_143024659042185_100000039546471_415646_7131494_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="38415_143024659042185_100000039546471_415646_7131494_n" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG7EUdJRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jz0jkPC7G7A/38415_143024659042185_100000039546471_415646_7131494_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="38415_143024659042185_100000039546471_415646_7131494_n" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a quote online that said, “A surprise is something you didn’t know you wanted until you got it.” I thought it was sweet, but now its truth makes me melt. It will never cease to amaze me how something I was so unprepared for can turn into my whole world. She has only been in my life for seven weeks, and yet I can’t, or rather, don’t want to, recall how it was before her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up this uncharacteristically sappy blog entry, the past seven weeks have been the hardest, yet easiest of my life. The longest, yet shortest. I have dived head first into motherhood: a world of the unknown and downright scary, and yet it comes natural. Even though its cliché, everything about this new life is truly a God given miracle. This love for my daughter has brought even greater love for the One who made her. I will be forever thankful, forever in awe, forever in love. Thank you, Lord. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whenever a woman is in labor she has pain, because her hour has come; but when she gives birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy that a child has been born into the world." &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 16:21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8550221483327583226?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8550221483327583226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-blogger.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8550221483327583226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8550221483327583226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-blogger.html' title='Forever Love'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_y40lShLd_As/TEeG3zC8UNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BVs7nYm_lHQ/s72-c/894533967_f38MB-L_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-1469845134330365459</id><published>2009-06-24T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:14:00.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, Its Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, a lot has happened since my last personal post about washing the bugs out of my dog’s hair. We do not have any more creepy crawlers in the house. Woo hoo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last weekend I flew to Las Vegas for my cousin Shane’s wedding. I am so excited he and his wife, Kayleen, are finally married and she is an official part of the family. We took tons of pictures, and as soon as my cousin posts them on her Facebook I'’ll be sure to put them here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The wedding was Saturday night, then Sunday morning my dad, brother, and I set off on a 3-day road trip back to Georgia. We made very good time and arrived last night (Tuesday) around 5 pm. We plan on staying here until June 28, then will be renting a U-Haul and towing the majority of my stuff back to California. Drew leaves for NTC on July 1st for the entire month, so I decided to go back home and spend that time with my friends and family. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, that’s all I can write about today. We are getting ready to go out and see the sights (or lack thereof) in Columbus. I got a brand new laptop yesterday and it has a Blog editing program that I was dying to try out. It works, obviously, and is SO cool!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope everyone is doing well. I’ll be sure to catch up on all your blogs asap =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Katelyn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-1469845134330365459?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1469845134330365459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1469845134330365459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1469845134330365459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops-its-been-awhile.html' title='Oops, Its Been Awhile'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-3175716934116816424</id><published>2009-06-09T12:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:42:47.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outraged against Media Bias</title><content type='html'>WHY has this not been more widely published??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Two soldiers, just back from basic training, were gunned down Monday morning in front of an Army/Navy recruiting station located at Rodney Parham and Reservoir Rd. in Little Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Luplow had just parked his car across the street when he heard the shots. "At least 6 or 7 good shots, loud bangs, big gun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he ran to the scene he found both soldiers on the ground in uniform and bleeding. One of them, Quinton Ezeagwula of Jacksonville, was still conscious and had been shot in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one guy was saying, 'I can't believe this is happening' and he crawled into the store," Luplow says. "And the other guy was sort of out of it. He just had a blank stare, just looking up at the sky. He wasn't moving or anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That soldier was 23-year-old William Long of Conway. He died an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes after the shooting, Little Rock Police arrested Abdul Hakim Mujahid Muhammad, formerly known as Carlos Bledsoe.  He faces a murder charge and 16 counts of terroristic acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad moved to Little Rock within the past few months.  Police say he didn't know the victims.  "I think he was targeting military personnel, and these military personnel were in uniform at the military facility and that's how they became targets," says Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pvt. Long, 23, was from Conway.  He joined the military in January and finished basic training in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pvt. Ezeagwula, 18, is from Jacksonville.  He is still in the hospital, but is expected to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Media Gatekeepers Decide what's News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By RICHARD BENEDETTO&lt;br /&gt;Which is more newsworthy — the murder of an abortion doctor in Wichita, Kan., by an alleged anti-abortion activist or the murder of an Army recruiter and the wounding of another in Little Rock, Ark., by an alleged Muslim convert who is said to hate the U.S. military?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people not involved in news-placement decisions would probably say they were equally newsworthy. But those in the news media actually making those decisions had a different view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the way the two stories were played last week in the American mainstream news media, the shooting of the abortion doctor was far more newsworthy than the shooting of the two young soldiers, even though the two incidents occurred within one day of each other and seemed to follow a similar pattern: Both men were killed by men allegedly acting out their political, religious and moral disagreements with their victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here’s how the media played the two stories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Murder of abortion doctor on Sunday — front-page news in most major newspapers and a lead story on network TV news shows on Sunday and Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Murder of one Army recruiter and wounding of another on Monday — buried inside the same papers and newscasts on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, follow-up stories and columns on the abortion doctor still got bigger play in at least four major newspapers — The Washington Post, USA Today, The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal — than the shooting of the soldiers got on its first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall Street Journal had at least one story or column on each of the first four days following the abortion doctor’s shooting. It made no mention in its print edition and only two on its website of the Army recruiter’s murder in the first four days after it occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One angry Washington Post reader wrote in a letter to the editor published on Saturday, “The doctor received front-page coverage June 1 and 2 and several opinion pieces, but the soldiers received five paragraphs in the June 2 Nation Digest (on Page A16).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These obvious, big differences in media play of the two incidents raise questions about not only news judgment but also, and more important, media bias. Abortion rights have long been a signature issue for the liberal left. A strong military has largely been a bedrock issue of the conservative right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might conclude that news editors, the gatekeepers who choose how to play stories, are more attuned or more sympathetic to the views of the liberal left than the conservative right and make news placements accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moreover, many news stories, editorials, columns and TV talk shows last week were devoted to trying to place blame for the abortion killing on Christian extremists and conservative commentators who condemned late-term abortions performed by the murdered doctor. There was little similar media finger-pointing at militant Muslims for the shooting of the Army recruiters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even President Barack Obama apparently was more appalled by the killing of the abortion doctor than the Army shootings. Within hours of the doctor’s murder, he issued an official statement: “I am shocked and outraged by the murder of Dr. George Tiller as he attended church services this morning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It took the commander in chief two days to issue a statement on the shooting of the soldiers. But rather than express “shock and outrage,” Obama was “deeply saddened.” And instead of sending the statement as an official news release to all media, as he did with the abortion doctor statement, it appears to have been released only to The Associated Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the delay and softer language were intended to avoid appearing critical of Muslims on the eve of his June 4 speech in Cairo seeking a new start with the Muslim world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Rosenstiel, director of the nonpartisan Pew Research Center’s Project for Excellence in Journalism, which tracks news-story placement, said he was surprised by the media’s downplay of the shooting of the Army recruiters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The shooting of the Army recruiters is related to a larger threat to national security and the war on terror, while the intensity of the abortion issue has been fading,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell that to the gatekeepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Up until someone posted the latter article on the debate board, I had not heard about the soldier shootings. I have a total of four television channels which I barely watch and have heard more than a fair share about the abortion doctor. Not to mention the flashing headlines every time I logon to the internet. Nothing about the soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. I am outraged by it, and can't believe the amount of disrespect towards our military that has been formed on our own homeland. Where is the pride, and the support? It amazes me how [a certain group of people] can direct the views and knowledge of the rest of the country, by controlling the media and overshadowing everything they don't agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two soldiers fresh out of basic can't even be safe on their own home front. They never even had a chance to deploy, to fight, to do what they signed up for. THAT, my friends, is news worthy. THAT is something the whole country should be up in arms about. But no, we will brush it off our shoulders and move on, and focus solely on the abortion doctor that was obviously contributing something much more important to our society. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-3175716934116816424?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3175716934116816424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/outraged-against-media-bias.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3175716934116816424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3175716934116816424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/outraged-against-media-bias.html' title='Outraged against Media Bias'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-391874701005049430</id><published>2009-06-06T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:41:54.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Wash Those Bugs Right Outta Your Hair!</title><content type='html'>They're here. Drew's grandparents just pulled into Columbus, and are going to be at our house any minute, so I'm sitting here on the couch psyching myself out by thinking that the house isn't clean enough, or that I don't have anything to cook for tonight, or that my wimpy dog is going to bark the whole time they are here. Blog.. I must blog to ease my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody is doing much better. Since we have been in Georgia, I have religiously applied Frontline Plus and given him Hartguard heartworm preventative at the beginning of each month, due to the overwhelming amount of creepy crawlers that can make his (and my) life miserable. I can't believe how bad fleas and ticks are around here. In California, a monthly dose of Frontline will do the job and you'll never see a flea or tick. Here, the Frontline kills "98%" of fleas and ticks -- nevermind the fact that the other 2% is an unbelievabe amount. Its almost impossible to keep animals completely pest-free.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my last post I notice a couple fleas on Brody and realized he must be having allergic reactions to the bites. Bulldogs are known to have skin allergies, and a single bite could send their immune system over the edge. And, of course, Brody is not the exception. Thursday night Brody and I went on a mission -- to exterminate all the fleas in existence on him and anywhere near him. He woke me up by scratching himself at 2:30 am, and I was so bothered by it that I could not go back to sleep. Then, to top it all off, his stomach started growling because he hadn't eaten much the day before. I got out of bed and cooked him a bland diet meal (chicken and rice, fabulous for an upset stomach), which he loved. I know he likes being sick because he always gets his special meal, sometimes I think he fakes it. After he ate and his stomach finally stopped growling, I put him in the bath tub and scrubbed him head to toe in Dawn Dishoap, which is the home remedy for fleas.&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting on the edge of the tub rinsing him off, I remembered a song my mom used to sing to me EVERY time she would bathe my brother and I when we were babies. "I'm gonna wash that man right outta your hair, gonna wash that man right outta your hair." Why there would be a man in my hair, I have no idea. You know those things your parents did as you were growing up that you swore you would NEVER do? That always tends to bite me in the butt, because every day I remind myself more of my mom. Within minutes of Brody's bath, I was singing "I'm gonna wash those bugs right outta your hair, gonna wash those bugs right outta your hair." My version is much more realistic, and better.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Brody's bath I found some flea &amp;amp; tick killer for carpet/upholstery, and we completely fumigated the whole house. Now, all the fleas are in the vacuum or down the drain, and Brody has a fresh application of Frontline. Take that bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby just called me and advised that he and the grandparents are enroute to the house. He met them at the RV Park to help park and hook everything up. I need to log off and mentally prepare my special needs dog so he can handle their visit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure anyone who reads my blog thinks I have the worst dog in the whole wide world. Drew woud agree with you. I think he's the child only a Momma would love. Don't tell him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has officially been the most scatterbrained blog on the face of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Tootles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-391874701005049430?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/391874701005049430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/gonna-wash-those-bugs-right-outta-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/391874701005049430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/391874701005049430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/gonna-wash-those-bugs-right-outta-your.html' title='Gonna Wash Those Bugs Right Outta Your Hair!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4133200666273602937</id><published>2009-06-04T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:59:08.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Canine Child</title><content type='html'>My dog is driving me craaaaazy. I think he is developing major skin allergies, and is CONSTANTLY itching and biting at himself. The sound of it is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I feel horrible for him, and I can't get him into the vet until our next paycheck. It is absolutely horrible knowing exactly what he needs (shot of Depo-Medrol &amp;amp; GentaVed Spray) and not being able to provide it for him. I yell at him to stop itching, and he looks at me like, "Mom, my whole body itches!!" and it makes me want to cry. He has a big sore on his ear from where he scratched himself to hard, and is starting to get bald spots aroud his hind end. Lord knows that Brody has been a saving grace for me since we've been here. He has literally kept me sane through the long days and sometimes weeks without Drew. But, sometimes I question my decision to get him in the first place. Is it really fair to keep him when I can't afford to care for him properly? If he were a human child I would probably have CPS all over me right now. Drew tells me I go to extremes when analyzing the situation, but in all reality, my thought process is accurate. When I worked as a veterinary technician, I used to HATE owners like me who didn't bring their animals in until they had chewed themselves raw. Granted, I do know how to care for him better than your average owner, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is just a quick blog to rant about something that is literally making me go insane. I need to go fill up Brody's Kong ball so he can chew on that instead of himself. Great, now my dog is going to be bald AND fat when all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4133200666273602937?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4133200666273602937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-canine-child.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4133200666273602937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4133200666273602937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-canine-child.html' title='My Canine Child'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-1940693788500282882</id><published>2009-06-02T12:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:27:05.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Justice and Air Assault</title><content type='html'>As of today, I am officially a student of Kaplan University. I have access to my online classroom and school e-mail, and have been touring the "campus" all day to familiarize myself with it. I have to say, it is quite amazing. There is absolutely everything you could expect from a regular classroom. I can speak with my fellow classmates about assignments through discussion boards and chats, and I can chat directly with my professors. Every week, there is a class seminar that I must log in to and it has interactive white boards, polls, question, etc from the professor. Thank God for technology, or school would be a no go for me.&lt;div&gt;Last night I had to do a timed Academic Readiness Assessment. My Admissions Advisor called me today and told me that I killed the test and received a 26 (he had told me to try to get at least an 18) and I don't have to do an introductory classes. I'm going straight in to my Criminal Justice classes, instead of Math, Science, and Reading. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feelings towards the Army today are a bit misguided. First, I am very happy that the military easily provides $6000 to spouses who wish to go to school for career advancement. It is a brand new program, and I am extremely impressed with it. I applied last week and have already been approved and my files sent over to the school for tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I am being taken care of, I have to complain about the way Drew is being treated. During my blogging absence, Drew had been approved for Air Assault School, which he was completely stoked about. He spent the last two weeks preparing for it, spending money we did not have to complete the packing list and frantically trying to get everything just perfect so nothing could go wrong. When he went in for the physical, he found out that his medical records had not been transferred from Sand Hill (where he went for basic training) to 3rd ID (his current unit). Without a physical and a complete medical packet, he would not be able to go to Air Assault, so he spent about two days attempting to locate them. Heaven forbid the army attempts to correct their wrong, right? Anyway, the records were found, his physical was complete, and school was on again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew was constantly hearing about how physically demanding Air Assault School is, and spent last weekend resting, sleeping, and making sure his packing list was ready to go. Yesterday was just an orientation and sign-in day, much to his relief, so he did what was required then went golfing with a friend to get his mind off it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, he woke up at the butt crack of dawn and left for Day 2. At noon, he called me, and his first words were, "I didn't even get a chance." When he had shown up, there were 350 guys and only 215 spots available. Drew passed the first 2 stages, then was waiting in line to do the 3rd, when they announced all the spots had been filled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now he is back to square one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely hate to see him bummed out and upset. I'm going to have to make him something extra special for dinner tonight. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm off to do a million errands today. Logging off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-1940693788500282882?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1940693788500282882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/criminal-justice-and-air-assault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1940693788500282882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1940693788500282882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/criminal-justice-and-air-assault.html' title='Criminal Justice and Air Assault'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5837988071820625589</id><published>2009-06-01T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:02:40.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Fellow Bloggers...</title><content type='html'>OK, so I've been inspired. My blogging is back in action, and [hopefully] I will no longer neglect it. I think I've figure out the problem, though. Up until now my only followers have been family from back at home, and my blog was orientated towards letting them know what is happening here in Georgia. Its pretty disheartening, though, and hard to follow through with a blog that consistently receives no comments from fellow bloggers. So, after this, I am off to find Blogger friends to associate with. Don't get me wrong -- I love my family reading this and following along with me, but sometimes ya just need some blogging friends. Wow, I'm officially a nerd, yeah?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I actually blogged (instead of just posting a horse racing article, which I'm sure has bored everyone except me), I mentioned that I had started a Fort Benning Army Wives meetup group. Well, two weeks later, I have 61 members and have had three official meetups, all of which have gone well. Last Friday, five of us met at Olive Garden for lunch and had an awesome time. The girls that showed up were exactly the kind of girls I have been wanting to meet. Fun, interesting, outgoing, and all with common interests. One of them mentioned that she found my blog a few weeks previously and was excited to find a fellow Benning wife. I had no idea you could do a search via blogger for people with common interests. Anyway, I think this is a wonderful way to advertise the meetup group and will do my best to get the word out about it. I think its something every wife needs to be a part of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to start the women's boot camp again today, but other financial obligations have forced me to not enroll. I'm very disappointed, but am determined to hold myself accountable (who knew it was possible?) to get back in shape. After I finished camp last time, I was down to a nine minute mile and running every day, but that state of mind disappeared during my trip back to California, where I ate anything and everything. No more of that. I will finish the carton of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's that is currently in the fridge and then NO MORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most exciting news lately has been my decision to enroll in college!! I will be starting classes at Kaplan Online University on June 10th, to get my Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice, with specialization in Crime Scene Investigation and Forensics. I am absolutely ecstatic about my decision and persistence thus far to follow through with the enrollment and Financial Aid process. Up until a week ago, I was still undecided about what I wanted to do with my life and future career. I've put a lot of thought and prayer into the decision, and have come to the conclusion that I have the most talent and interest in law enforcement. It was between that and Veterinary Science, but I realize I don't have the persistence, time, and/or money to start and complete at LEAST 8 years of veterinary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew is so proud of me for starting school, and has been so supportive of everything. Everything has been going perfectly for us, and I am so lucky to have him and have the opportunity to do whatever I want with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew's grandparents are currently enroute to Georgia, and should be here by this weekend. They are driving their RV from California and stopping to visit relatives in Texas, then continuing cross country. Once they stop and visit us here, they will head down to Florida for another week or so then start back to wonderful Cali. Someday when Drew gets out of the army we will have to go on one of their RV adventures with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, I am frantically cleaning the apartment to make it spotless for their arrival. I want to impress them with my wifely abilities, but am nervous due to the fact that I can't keep the house clean for the life of me. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dryer just buzzed, which means its time for me to sign off and go fold towels. I'm so very excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time... (which will be tomorrow, I swear!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5837988071820625589?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5837988071820625589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-fellow-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5837988071820625589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5837988071820625589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-fellow-bloggers.html' title='To My Fellow Bloggers...'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-2580873060055870791</id><published>2009-05-31T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:43:42.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hints of Ruffian, But Not Quite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hints of Ruffian, but Rachel Is Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;By COURTNEY HARTNETT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As the dark, spindly silhouette that was Rachel Alexandra strode into the gate at Pimlico this May, racing fans in the grandstand and at home on living room sofas were reminded of the champion filly Ruffian of the late 1970s. The Medaglia d’Oro daughter’s streamlined face, dignified bend at the poll, and snappy, self-assured stride radiated success, potential greatness, even. The best horse that Calvin Borel had ever been on was looking to be the best horse in the field — a field that included the Derby winner Mine That Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The racing world remembers all too well the outcome of Ruffian’s fateful match race against the 1976 Derby winner Foolish Pleasure. Still, Rachel’s run in the Preakness was eerily reminiscent of the drama surrounding the great match of July 6, 1976. Borel’s choice of the stakes-winning filly over the Derby gelding wasn’t unlike Jacinto Vasquez’s decision to ride Ruffian in a match race against the colt he’d piloted to victory at Churchill Downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And while the American public didn’t go so far as to distribute and wear buttons emblazoned with “HIM” or “HER” to publicly declare which horse they’d put money on, there was a measure, albeit a contained one, of Battle of the Sexes drama played out in the middle pages of the sports sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Like Ruffian, Rachel Alexandra has been good for the sport of horse racing. She hasn’t brought record numbers to the grandstand or made the Pimlico infield packed beyond capacity, but TV ratings for the 2009 Preakness were the highest they’ve been in almost a decade. Circumstances, then, brought to mind Ruffian, but the real measure of our 2009 Preakness filly against the 1976 champion would be in the actual running. Rachel Alexandra and Borel were always a force in the race, but Rachel didn’t seize immediate control as the hotheaded Ruffian so famously — and so often — did. Vasquez often had to restrain the filly, knowing she had the field beaten but fearing she’d injure herself. Rachel Alexandra took command in the stretch, fending off Mine That Bird by a decisive, yet narrow, margin. The general consensus was that, given more ground, the gelding could have overtaken her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still, though, Rachel Alexandra’s win of the Preakness is no small feat. As the first filly to win in 85 years, she’s proven herself more than the average Kentucky Oaks winner. Immediately after the victory, Calvin Borel again praised her as the best horse he’d ridden but acknowledged that she wasn’t quite in top form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That being said, 12 furlongs in the Belmont would have been a stretch for the filly, whose victories have mainly fallen within the 8-9 furlong range, with the 9.5 furlong Preakness being the longest race she’s won. Her strength was noticeably waning in the final strides, indicating that 9.5 furlongs – let alone 12 – is a bit of a stretch. Her sire, Medaglia d’Oro, similarly excelled in the 8-9 furlong range; the greatest distance at which he’s won is 10 furlongs in the Travers Stakes. He ran the Belmont and placed second. Second place might have been doable for the filly. If she had run, she would have likely placed behind the almost-formulaic race-end kick of Mine That Bird, whose sire Birdstone so famously upset Smarty Jones’s surefire bid at the Crown. The filly has found the distance that works for her, and it was unwise to push her beyond her clearly defined limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So is Rachel Alexandra our new Ruffian? Not quite. Her dark, lean, impressive frame may give us a touch of déjà vu, as may her recent stakes victories, but she isn’t the gripping heroine that Ruffian proved to be. Granted, her 3-year-old season isn’t over, and any number of things can happen. At best, Rachel Alexandra is close to what Ruffian was. But for the fleet-footed filly who swiped the Triple Crown’s second jewel from a colt many thought had a likely shot at winning all three, close may well be just enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-2580873060055870791?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2580873060055870791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/hints-of-ruffian-but-not-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2580873060055870791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2580873060055870791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/hints-of-ruffian-but-not-quite.html' title='Hints of Ruffian, But Not Quite.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-1637416564857394876</id><published>2009-05-15T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:14:31.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive...</title><content type='html'>I'm the worst blogger in the world, who neglects her blog constantly. Sorry to all those in B-Town that actually follow this on a regular basis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew has leave starting today. He will be off until May 25. A whole week! I never thought I would see the day. We are going to drive down to Panama City this weekend with two other couples, which is very exciting, considering I have officially made more friends. Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also started a Meetup group, specifically for Ft. Benning wives. I am quite proud of myself... little introverted, non-social Katelyn has finally got the guts to organize a group. I already have 34 members in my first three days, and we had our first lunch meeting yesterday. I have been working my butt off trying to advertise it. I swear I've been on every single military website there is to advertise it, and all over myspace, facebook, etc. I have also put up tear-off flyers on all the bulletin boards I find around town, and Drew has done his part by passing out cards to the guys at work (although I don't think any of them actually remembered to give it to their wives...). Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the site at http://www.meetup.com/columbusarmywives  -- I'm pretty proud of it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, just a short blog to let y'all know I'm still alive. Its 1:13 and I'm still not packed for our trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preakness is tomorrow!!! Be sure to watch it, whether you are a horse racing fan or not. Its going to be fabulous. Boys vs. GIRL =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-1637416564857394876?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1637416564857394876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1637416564857394876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1637416564857394876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/alive.html' title='Alive...'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-3290429128990592655</id><published>2009-05-12T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:04:46.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Article So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the best article I have been able to find on the decision to run Rachel Alexandra in the Preakness. I really, really think her previous owners had it right... To skip the Triple Crown races and run her in the Acorn. Has racing history taught them nothing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It scares me. It reminds me way too much of Ruffian, Go For Wand, Eight Belles... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yet, I'm still hopeful that she will be the exception and show all those boys who is boss. It definitely adds to the excitement and anticipation of the Preakness, which before this I was not so looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who Will Speak for Racing and Rachel Alexandra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;By JIM SQUIRES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Published: May 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If the Preakness Stakes did not have enough trouble with its proprietor, Magna Entertainment, being bankrupt and Pimlico in disrepair, now there is the embarrassing squabble between the people who want Rachel Alexandra in the Preakness and the people who tried to keep her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Figuring out exactly how it all started in the first place is problematic because the credibility of almost everyone involved has yet to be established. And that is the least offensive of all that is wrong with this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;First, there are the people who want to take her there, primarily her new owner, Jess Jackson, who has signaled his intentions to ship her to Pimlico without declaring she will be entered. This in itself shows little regard for the owners of the Kentucky Derby winner Mine that Bird, the only horse with a chance to win the Triple Crown, and Rachel Alexandra’s regular jockey, Calvin Borel, who would be in the saddle of Mine that Bird if she is not among the 14 starters Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O.K., so that is part of the game. Keep Borel and everyone else off balance as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just let those new guys — Mine That Bird’s owners and trainer — sweat it out. They are only rubes from New Mexico. Welcome to thoroughbred racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But what about those rubes? They don’t want Rachel in because they lose the jockey without whom Mine That Bird, no matter how good a horse he is, would probably still be stuck in a traffic jam somewhere way back down the stretch at Churchill Downs. That is easy to understand. Nobody but Borel would have come down that rail lane that was so well packed, or scraped so clean, that his horse barely left footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So the New Mexicans announced plans to enter another horse to try to take up a spot that might go to Rachel, who as a supplemental nominee gets last call to the entry box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That sounded like such a good idea that the rich owner of Pioneerof the Nile, Ahmed Zayat, whose horse would probably be the favorite in Baltimore if Rachel does not enter and would probably have to run her down from behind if she does, said he might enter as many horses as necessary to keep her out. And he has enough. When that drew a negative reaction, Zayat changed his mind and left the impression he just got the idea from the New Mexicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The only show of class so far came from Marylou Whitney, who planned to run her horse Luv Gov but said she would not if it cost Rachel a spot among the starters. Salute Marylou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to wonder what Rachel thinks about it all. There are basically three kinds of people in horse racing — those in it for the money, those in it for themselves and those in it for the horse. So far, we have heard from only the first two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody should speak up for Rachel and for the sport. Although she is obviously physically capable of running back in two short weeks and probably lapping this field of 3-year-old boys, the question of why she needs to do it ought to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She will not be any more valuable or any more famous if she does than she would be if she just wins four or five Grade I races and the Breeders’ Cup next fall. And she can win just as much money taking the Delaware Handicap in a few weeks. Besides, how much money and self-esteem does one long-striding, young female need? She is already big-headed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fact is, she may come out of racing a lot healthier of mind and body if she just runs away from other girls for the rest of her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bypassing the certain efforts to box her up before she gets away or banged around by envious and rowdy colts on the narrow turns of Pimlico is not such a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Her presence would undoubtedly increase fan interest and television ratings, and maybe the handle, too, although the opposite effect is possible as well. There we go talking about those in it for the money again, but while we are at it, imagine the outcry against racing if she was hurt running against the colts. The game is in bad enough shape already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One thing is for sure — Rachel’s chances of bearing a regal offspring of Curlin’s down the road and improving the breed will not be affected one iota. And that was the reason Jackson gave for buying her anyway, wasn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-3290429128990592655?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3290429128990592655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-article-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3290429128990592655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3290429128990592655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-article-so-far.html' title='The Best Article So Far'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8491078869133823980</id><published>2009-05-12T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:58:16.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preakness Update -- To Run Her or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jockeys might play musical saddles for the Preakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-05/46811926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If Mine That Bird jockey Calvin Borel switches horses, that could start a deluge of jockey changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bill Dwyre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;May 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All of a sudden, heading into the second leg of horse racing's Triple Crown, the humans are stealing the show. It's enough to make a good thoroughbred rear up and whinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The story of the day Friday was that Jess Jackson, new owner of super filly Rachel Alexandra, got a commitment from jockey Calvin Borel to ride the horse in the May 16 Preakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Borel rode Rachel Alexandra to a 20 1/4 -length victory in last Friday's Kentucky Oaks, which is the female counterpart to the next day's Kentucky Derby. Then, in that Kentucky Derby, Borel stole the show again. Riding 50-1 shot Mine That Bird, who most observers felt would have been 100-1 had he not been on him, Borel weaved through traffic to the finish like Mario Andretti at Indy and left millions stunned. And with two questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was that and where did he come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;There were other utterances, especially from the trainers of the 18 other horses, but none are printable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For a day or so, the story was whether this Kentucky Derby winner from out of nowhere -- O.K., New Mexico, same thing -- would be the second, third, or even fourth betting choice in the Preakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It seemed certain that the only way Borel would get through on the rail this time against the likes of Garrett Gomez and Rafael Bejarano was with a snow plow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But all that started to take a back seat when Jackson, the wealthy founder of Kendall-Jackson Winery and the owner of Curlin, fell in love with Rachel Alexandra and pulled out his checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Suddenly, a filly that hadn't even been nominated for the Triple Crown races by her previous owners, who could have done so for $600 before Feb. 8 or $6,000 before March 28, became a factor in the Preakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday, Jackson seemed likely to enter her, as long as his trainer, Steve Asmussen, liked what he saw in workouts this weekend. Since she wasn't nominated, it will take $100,000 for Jackson to supplement her into the Preakness pot, where he can then pay another $10,000 to enter her and yet another $10,000 to get her to the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That's lots of Merlot, but worth it to Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Even with cash at the ready, however, he could be shut out by the rules if 14 other nominated entrants fill the starting gate first. That is an unlikely scenario, because there have been only two full fields in the Preakness since 1979. There have also been only four winning fillies, the last Nellie Morse in 1924.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Assuming Rachel Alexandra gets in, that means Borel will be the first jockey to get off a winning Derby horse and get on another to compete against that Derby champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So who gets the ride on the Derby champion, Mine That Bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"If the filly gets in, I'll ride him," Hall-of-Famer Mike Smith said Friday, en route to a normal work night at Hollywood Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Smith rode Jenny Craig's Chocolate Candy in the Derby and said that Chocolate Candy is likely to be back for the Belmont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;More jockey-musical-chairs ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8491078869133823980?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8491078869133823980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/preakness-update-to-run-her-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8491078869133823980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8491078869133823980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/preakness-update-to-run-her-or-not.html' title='Preakness Update -- To Run Her or Not?'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-3151561998243499446</id><published>2009-05-04T14:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:54:32.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Pig Attacked My Dog!</title><content type='html'>Brody has made new friends. He gets along so well with Amanda and Rob's two dogs, Rollo and Bella. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their pig, Daisy, on the other hand... Brody has yet to get her approval:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxVpR_0yy78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxVpR_0yy78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqAwoRq2EgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqAwoRq2EgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-3151561998243499446?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3151561998243499446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil-pig-attacked-my-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3151561998243499446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3151561998243499446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil-pig-attacked-my-dog.html' title='Evil Pig Attacked My Dog!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4155920601674688486</id><published>2009-05-03T14:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:37:18.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby 135 Recap</title><content type='html'>OK, so obviously I failed miserably at my choices for the Kentucky Derby. I have to admit, Mine That Bird's victory was unbelievable, the second biggest Derby upset in history (last one was Donerail in 1913). He was second to last throughout the entire race, then suddenly he was in front and no one even knew who he was, not even the announcer. Although I am impressed by the run, I think it will be Mine That Bird's last show. I don't have high hopes for a Preakness win, and especially not the Belmont. The other more talented horses in the field should have better trips the next time out, and will blow past him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This commentary and recap of the race says it best:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Scully's Derby Recap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;posted by James Scully on May 03, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Double Eagle Ranch and Bueno Suerte Equine's MINE THAT BIRD (Birdstone), a New Mexico-based gelding who lost his first two starts this year in the Borderland Derby and Sunland Derby, rallied from last to win the 135th running of the Kentucky Derby (G1). And it wasn't even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The top Kentucky Derby jockey this century, Calvin Borel, got to the rail after the break and stuck -- nobody saves ground better than the Cajun. Borel knew the inside was best and was in no hurry after being squeezed at the start, and Mine That Bird dropped out of it early on, trailing as much as six lengths behind the next-to-place runner. He entered the far turn with a lot of ground to make up, but the Kentucky-bred kicked it in like he was shot out of a rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mine That Bird was the only horse to finish strongly, registering a 113 BRIS Late Pace number, and it was really something to see Borel work his magic. He skillfully negotiated Mine That Bird around a rival approaching the top of the stretch and then quickly darted back to the rail, rapidly reeling the leaders in with every stride, but there didn't appear to be any place to go nearing the quarter-pole, with pacesetter JOIN IN THE DANCE (Sky Mesa) racing along the inside. Borel has no fear, though, and squeezed the diminutive Mine That Bird through tight quarters, skimming the rail in classic Borel style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The race was over in the blink of an eye as Mine That Bird kicked clear, and the Canadian champion earned an outstanding 110 Speed figure for the 6 3/4-length decision. His final time of 2:02.66 is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Borel won his second Derby in the last three years, and he finished third in 2008. He captured Friday's Kentucky Oaks (G1) by 20 1/4 lengths with Rachel Alexandra (Medaglia d'Oro). The 42-year-old journeyman was one of the weekend's biggest stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There were troubled trips to go around. FRIESAN FIRE (A.P. Indy) grabbed a quarter and was bleeding after being hit hard out of the gate, essentially just galloping home under Gabriel Saez. DUNKIRK (Unbridled's Song) stumbled a couple of jumps after the break, but that wasn't as much of a factor as Edgar Prado's guidance -- he was rushing the gray colt forward like he was aboard a front runner and got his mount slammed around for no reason approaching the first turn. Prado could have taken a lesson from Borel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mine That Bird closed from far back, but the front runners still ran well. Second-placer PIONEEROF THE NILE (Empire Maker) enjoyed a terrific trip under Garrett Gomez, closely tracking Join in the Dance from the start, and looked like a winner approaching the stretch. Fourth-placer PAPA CLEM (Smart Strike) was forwardly placed, stalking in fourth most of the way with Rafael Bejarano, and just missed third by a head. Join in the Dance turned in a respectable effort, much better than expected from the maiden winner, and led the way into the stretch. He weakened only to seventh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSKET MAN (Yonaguska) was farther back during the early stages following a bad start but still raced within striking range under Eibar Coa. They took the overland route to reach contention turning for home and wound up only a nose back of Pioneerof the Nile in third. Bred to be a six-furlong specialist, Musket Man is as hard-hitting as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The defections of Quality Road (Elusive Quality) and I Want Revenge (Stephen Got Even) hurt the depth of the field, and the Derby was held over a sloppy track. Most people will label Mine That Bird's victory as a complete fluke, an impossible winner who will be up the track two weeks later in the Preakness S. (G1). But that's horse racing; 50-1 upsets happen. Mine That Bird was the best horse on Saturday, and I give credit to Chip Woolley for a great training performance -- he had the former $9,500 yearling ready for the race of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hv8x9x5A49s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hv8x9x5A49s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If anyone questions the impact the jockey's ride has on a race, this would be the perfect thing to shut them up. Good ride vs. Bad ride. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I'm much more excited about the Acorn Stakes. The Kentucky Oaks winner Rachel Alexandra (now known as "Alexandra the Great") is outstanding, and I am still in awe at her victory. She has a very big future ahead of her. She is the definition of elegance. Her victory was effortless. Watching this race is like watching Ruffian... and for me to say that is HUGE, because up until now I thought nothing compared to Ruffian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those that have not seen this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRGvbUmqv-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRGvbUmqv-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew, Amanda, Rob, and I went to Victoryland casino to watch the race. I absolutely loved it, but I don't think the others were quite into the excitement. I taught them how to place bets, even though it ended up just costing us money with no return. Drew wanted to bet on a 50-1 horse, so the payoff would be huge if by chance it won. Unfortunately, he picked the WRONG 50-1 horse. He put $10 down on Flying Private, who finished dead last. If he had picked Mine That Bird, they payback would have been $1032.00. My pick, Friesan Fire, finished 19th... Thats by far the worst I have ever done. To his credit, though, he had a horrible trip and just finished the race at a gallop. He had already lost at the beginning of the race. The Preakness may be better for him, if he runs. Dunkirk also had a really bad trip, and I think he will do wonderfully in the Preakness with the shorter distance. General Quarters was my Place pick, and he finished 12th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I've come to the conclusion that as soon as I bet on a horse it is doomed. Next year, I think I'll bet for the horses I don't like. Someday, I will find a strategy that works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However interesting it was not, that is my derby recap. I'm going to post another blog in a bit with the experiences of the rest of our night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Derby Day... and did better than me with betting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4155920601674688486?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4155920601674688486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/derby-135-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4155920601674688486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4155920601674688486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/derby-135-recap.html' title='Derby 135 Recap'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5562748016658339290</id><published>2009-05-02T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:59:23.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Derby 135</title><content type='html'>Today is my absolute favorite day of the year, Kentucky Derby day. Unfortunately, due to our financial situation, we do not have cable, and therefore I am unable to watch any of the daily coverage. My usual routine on this day is to wake up at the crack of dawn, watch ESPN's coverage nonstop, then switch over to the main channel for the race. Instead, I'm doing all my research on the web and trying to decide who to pick from there. Its quite frustrating. On the other hand, though, it may be better in the long run, because my choice will not be inspired by a sob story or my weakness for the underdog. Today, my choice will be strictly strategic and knowledge based. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Watch me lose. Eh, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda, Rob, Drew, and I are going to Victoryland Casino in Shorter, AL for the race. If you can't watch it at home, might as well watch it from a live simulcast with live betting, right? Absolutely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, my picks are leaning towards:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Win: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresian Fire&lt;/span&gt; -- won the Louisiana Derby convincingly over a sloppy track, with dirt in his face. The mud didn't bother him, and he won it running away from the pack. The Churchill Downs track today is very sloppy, and will definitely be a huge factor in the outcome of the race. Also, his trainer is Larry Jones, who trained Eight Belles and Hard Spun (the last two 2nd place Derby finishers), so I think he is due for a win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Quarters&lt;/span&gt; -- OK, so maybe my weakness for the underdog is still influencing me. I love this horse. The derby tends to favor the overlooked horses, and I think General Quarters will be that one that was overlooked. He is hard to ignore. And to top it all off, his trainer's story will melt anyone's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still choosing my Show to finish out the Trifecta... I was really rooting towards I Want Revenge and/or Quality Road, but they are both out due to injury. Ugh. Dunkirk looks VERY good and I'm a sucker for grays, but I can't get over his lack of experience. A lot of people are talking about Pioneer of the Nile and Papa Clem, but neither of them are really catching my eye. Desert Party looks promising, but I only root for American horses in an American race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda just told me she is picking Chocolate Candy because she likes his name. I'm starting to think that is a very smart and much less stressful betting strategy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw statistics. I'm rooting for the pretty horse. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5562748016658339290?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5562748016658339290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/kentucky-derby-135.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5562748016658339290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5562748016658339290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/kentucky-derby-135.html' title='Kentucky Derby 135'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-3631682509060297642</id><published>2009-04-30T13:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:27:09.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My birthday was fabulous!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnfA0hygWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q5ZAYl6azz4/s1600-h/21st5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnfA0hygWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q5ZAYl6azz4/s320/21st5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536839163052386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnfAx4ZrBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DG4YKUOcaT8/s1600-h/21st4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnfAx4ZrBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DG4YKUOcaT8/s320/21st4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536838452587538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Sfnex9DbYlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BFN9w8WKvEw/s1600-h/21st3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Sfnex9DbYlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BFN9w8WKvEw/s320/21st3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536583753589330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnexxgsPKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_IxJeubVPBs/s1600-h/21st2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnexxgsPKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_IxJeubVPBs/s320/21st2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536580655103138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnexunFCJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SDuEzbd6NpY/s1600-h/21st1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnexunFCJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SDuEzbd6NpY/s320/21st1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536579876587666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-3631682509060297642?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3631682509060297642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3631682509060297642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3631682509060297642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/21st-birthday.html' title='21st Birthday'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SfnfA0hygWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q5ZAYl6azz4/s72-c/21st5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8568646158109255177</id><published>2009-04-24T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:41:47.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh California..</title><content type='html'>I've obviously been horrible at blogging during my stay in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to fly home last Sunday, April 19, and spend my birthday, April 28, with Drew in Georgia. Well, when Drew got home from Cali, he found out he would be sent out to the field on Monday for ten days, and would miss my birthday. We decided it would be best for me to stay in Cali with my family and friends for awhile longer, so I wouldn't have to celebrate my 21st at home, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to be staying here longer, and am having a blast. But, I would give this up just to be with Drew for my birthday. Its really devastating, especially to him. He had some kind of surprise planned for me, but as the Army is quickly teaching us, we can never plan for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back in Georgia on Wednesday, April 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again later with pictures from my trip, so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8568646158109255177?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8568646158109255177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhh-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8568646158109255177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8568646158109255177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhh-california.html' title='Ahhhh California..'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7526733551058266033</id><published>2009-04-11T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:07:53.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>The time has come!! I'm about to leave for Atlanta airport, and will be on the plane, headed home, in four hours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to see you all in Bakersfield. I love and miss you so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 hours and counting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7526733551058266033?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7526733551058266033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7526733551058266033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7526733551058266033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-3903730711315376367</id><published>2009-04-09T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:22:32.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to Cali!</title><content type='html'>Well, Drew is currently on the plane, homeward bound to Bakersfield, CA. Unfortunately, when we found out that he would be getting a four day weekend this week and could go home, we couldn't change my tickets from Saturday to Thursday. So, now, I'm at home all alone, while my hubby flies to meet my family in Los Angeles. Its pretty bittersweet. I am so thrilled that he gets to go home for the weekend, but would have loved to spend more time with him there. I'll get there Saturday afternoon, and he will leave Monday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there will be another week while I'm in Cali and he is back here in Georgia... That will be the ultimate bittersweet time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being away from him for a day... It only makes me think more about his future deployment. How will I ever survive a year without my other half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Eric Church's new album last week and have been listening to it nonstop. Eric is seriously the most overlooked country artist out there. He is unbelievable, but I never really hear much about him. Anyway, Drew heard this song and believes it was written about me. He loves it, and says he plays it over and over again because it always reminds him of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No if, and's, but's or maybe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you wanna be her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can read your face like a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah it looks easy to love her but believe me brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's harder than it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's as pretty as a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every bit as funny as she is smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got a smile that'll hold you together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a touch that'll tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's yours she brings the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's gone the world goes dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah she's heaven on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But boy she's hell on the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah she's good when she's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's cute when she's mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she does all the wrong things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah boy it's a fact when they're made like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You ain't ever gonna sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's as pretty as a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every bit as funny as she is smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got a smile that'll hold you together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a touch that'll tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's yours she brings the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's gone the world goes dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah she's heaven on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But boy she's hell on the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once you feel her touch and you've felt that rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna mess up your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But here's the kicker son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your old ticker's gonna beat you half to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's as pretty as a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every bit as funny as she is smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got a smile that'll hold you together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a touch that'll tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's yours she brings the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's gone the world goes dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah she's heaven on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But boy she's hell on the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah she's hell on the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to admit, its pretty dang true. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-3903730711315376367?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3903730711315376367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-more-days-to-cali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3903730711315376367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/3903730711315376367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-more-days-to-cali.html' title='2 more days to Cali!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5237412791314227098</id><published>2009-04-09T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:10:01.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintain A Healthy Level of Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks . Once Everyone has Gotten Over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write ' For Marijuana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Skip down the hall Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Sing Along At The Opera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, Yelling 'Run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Your Lives! They're Loose!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13 . Tell Your Children Over Dinner, 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Let One Of You Go.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. PICK UP A BOX OF CONDOMS AT THE PHARMACY, GO TO THE COUNTER AND ASK WERE THE FITTING ROOM IS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5237412791314227098?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5237412791314227098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/maintain-healthy-level-of-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5237412791314227098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5237412791314227098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/maintain-healthy-level-of-insanity.html' title='Maintain A Healthy Level of Insanity'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5432488006814076026</id><published>2009-04-06T17:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:44:03.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Sdp3ava31rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/c6btntsJQrU/s1600-h/meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Sdp3ava31rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/c6btntsJQrU/s320/meee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321697210981144242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dark hair with new bangs =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5432488006814076026?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5432488006814076026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-hair-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5432488006814076026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5432488006814076026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-hair-pic.html' title='New Hair Pic'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Sdp3ava31rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/c6btntsJQrU/s72-c/meee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-6768233641444261899</id><published>2009-04-06T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:45:25.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Broke, But Still Happy =)</title><content type='html'>Columbus Bank &amp;amp; Trust is really, really making me mad. I'm not a confrontational person, but tomorrow when Drew gets home we are going to go talk to the manager and take our business elsewhere if need be.&lt;div&gt;I have yet to deposit a check without them putting a five day hold on it, which has caused HUGE inconveniences when we needed the money that day. Due to them, our rent check has been considerably late and we were threatened with eviction. This morning, they refused to deposit the large check we received for Drew's retirement plan from his previous job without putting a hold on it. Its an OFFICIAL check. I could understand them putting a hold on personal checks, but this is ridiculous. Also, I have never had a problem depositing checks made out to only Drew, as long as he signed them, but this morning that posed a problem as well. I won't be able to put the deposit in until tomorrow when Drew can go with me, which means the money won't be available until Sunday, and we NEED that money to fly home on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wal-Mart won't cash this check, either, because the amount exceeds their limit. I'm going to get my hair cut and colored today, and had to cash in my collection of change to have enough money for it. Why don't I ever learn not to depend on money that isn't tangible yet? I guess I had this coming, but I continue to believe that the next time will be the exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at eight this morning and went straight to the bank, and fought that for about an hour with no success. Maybe Drew will be able to negotiate better tomorrow. Afterward, I went to Wal Mart's CoinStar with a purse filled to the top with change, and got $125 out of it! I love collecting change, but now my empty change bottle is a very depressing site. Its screaming at me "YOU'RE OFFICIALLY DEAD BROKE!!!" I'm going to have to find a new, hidden, place for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around ten this morning I went to the gym and ran a mile on the treadmill. I'm down to a 9 1/2 minute mile! Two weeks ago I couldn't run one lap without having to stop and walk. The weather is cold and ugly today, so I used the tanning beds, which is not nearly as wonderful as laying by the waterfall pool. I went home to do my ab workouts and free weights. The gym full of big, buff soldiers is pretty intimidating for me, and when I can never feel comfortable enough to really get a good work out. Besides, I like to be my own workout DJ with my own pump-up music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its almost time for my hair appointment... I'm dying it dark again and getting my bangs cut short. I'll post pics later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-6768233641444261899?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6768233641444261899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/dead-broke-but-still-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/6768233641444261899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/6768233641444261899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/dead-broke-but-still-happy.html' title='Dead Broke, But Still Happy =)'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-2314549066605861427</id><published>2009-04-05T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:28:47.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I AM still alive. Boot camp did not kill me. Thanks to all those that texted and messaged me just to make sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially am grateful and so, so happy that Drew convinced me to go to boot camp. I can't believe the change that has occurred in just two weeks. I have so much more energy, am in an overall better mood at [mostly] all times, extremely motivated, and TONED. After the first week, I was already noticing definition in my arms, abs, and legs, but I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me. Last week, though, Drew actually mentioned how different I look and confirmed my thoughts. I have lost five pounds, which is surprising considering how much muscle I have gained. I've always had a very athletic build, but now its just intensified and I look like I never stopped being an athlete after high school. My tennis game has even improved, because of the strength in my arms. I absolutely kill Drew at tennis now... don't tell him I said that though.&lt;br /&gt;I knew the last day of camp was going to be intense, and I was right. We went to a high school on the very top of a big hill, and it has steps leading all the way up to the entrance. We had to run up and down the four flights of steps ten times, then did five sets of lunges up the steps. I thought I wouldn't be able to do it, but I was the first one in the group that finished and was still able to jog back to the park afterwards. Its amazing how every day's activities intensify, but you go home feeling better and better.&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest achievement... I dug out my bikini from two years ago from the bottom of the moving boxes (yes, we still have unpacked boxes..) and went to tan by the pool... and I felt confident the whole time. Last year I NEVER went out without a tank top over the bikini. Drew and I have been tanning by the pool every day this week, and we look very ready for California next week! Our apartment complex has six gorgeous pools with WiFi in the area. Drew brings the laptop out and I read a book. Its bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I don't have camp, so Amanda and I are going to take fitness classes on post. They have step classes (which we did one class of last week), belly dancing, cardio dance, spin, water aerobics, and lots more for only $3 a class. Amanda and her husband are going to the Bahamas next week while Drew and I are back in Cali, so we both have the motivation for our last blast workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of California... Only SIX more days until I'm there! And even better, Drew gets a four-day weekend so my mom bought him a last minute ticket for him to visit Friday - Monday. It couldn't have worked out more perfect, and I think he is even more excited than I am to visit. He is very, very homesick. He went out to the field again today and will be back Tuesday. Hopefully the excitement for Cali will keep him motivated this week. Only 4 more days, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ton has happened since I last wrote, but this is starting to become a novel. Drew and I have been hanging out with Amanda and her husband, Rob, a lot lately and it has been fabulous. We went to Atlanta last weekend and had a blast, although we do NOT understand the huge hype over Atlanta. Our consensus is that it is extremely overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all my personal blogging for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to politics... Did anyone see that Obama bowed down to the Saudi Arabia king at the world leader convention?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;President Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; greeted the king of Saudi Arabia with a full bow from the waist yesterday, a move one commentator described as a violation of protocol and not worthy of the office he holds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am quite certain that this is not the protocol, and is most unbecoming a president of the United States," writes Clarice Feldman in an American Thinker commentary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The situation developed as leaders of the world attending the G20 summit in London assembled for a photograph to mark the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In this first image, after the king extended his hand while Obama approached, Obama bends from the waist until his head is nearly at the monarch's waist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The action appeared especially awkward since among the dozens of world leaders and their spouses, handshakes abounded, but there appeared to be no other bowing in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The U.S. State Department's office of protocol did not respond to a WND request for the proper etiquette for two heads of state meeting, but the online Travel Etiquette website for Saudi Arabia said handshakes are common greetings between members of the same sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dakotavoice.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/obamabow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This article says it best:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;President of the United States Bows to Foreign King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;By Bob Ellis on April 2nd, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Didn’t anyone tell President Obama that Americans don’t bow down to anyone? Didn’t anyone tell President Obama that the President of the United States especially doesn’t bow down to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Didn’t anyone tell President Obama that Americans fought a long and bloody war so we wouldn’t have to bow down to a king anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To my knowledge, even the Queen of England (a nation with values similar to our own) didn’t get this kind of worshipful treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it a Muslim thing?  The Saudi king is, after all, a Muslim. Is it something Obama picked up while registered as a Muslim in school in Jakarta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t want to make a mountain out of a mole hill, but when one bows, one signifies the superiority of the one bowed to.  It is a gesture of submission.  The leader of the most free nation in the world should not be slobbering on the ring of some king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was embarrassing when President Obama ungratefully gave back the gift from the British of  the bust of Winston Churchill (one of their greatest prime ministers and one of America’s greatest foreign friends).  It was embarrassing when the British gave President Obama a gift made from historic wood and President Obama gave the British…some DVDs–that won’t even play in their DVD players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s been embarrassing enough to see other foreign relations gaffes (e.g. the red button we gave to Russia), feeling as if the White House was being run by a 9th grade school social club, but now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been bad enough to hear Obama attempt to curry favor with the despots, tyrants and socialists around the world–since even before he was elected.  It has been bad enough to see the President of the United States worried about what a bunch of European snivelers think of the United States.  It has been bad enough to see the President of the United States treat terrorists and sponsors of terrorism as anything other than the dregs of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But to now actually see the President of the United States rendering obeisance to the king of a foreign nation, one with a poor human rights record–from which 15 out of 19 hijackers on September 11 came…I’m feeling sick (and something else, too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And then there was his American arrogance speech to Europe. Direct quote from Obama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"In America, there is a failure to appreciate Europe's leading role in the world. Instead of celebrating your dynamic union and seeking to partner with you to meet common challenges, there have been times where America has shown arrogance and been dismissive, even derisive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Has he not read the memo that America is the leading force and leading nation in the world? Its not an opinion, its a fact. And now we have elected a President that believes Americans wrongfully THINK their country is superior. We are clearly not equals to other nations. Well, up until now I thought that was pretty clear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the Huckabee show last night, they showed a new comic of Obama giving that speech and holding up one of those big foam fingers that said "We are only 1 of 20." Nothing special, just one of many. Thats all that really needs to be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-2314549066605861427?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2314549066605861427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2314549066605861427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2314549066605861427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4337905068858424144</id><published>2009-03-24T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:23:46.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Boot Camp, Day 2</title><content type='html'>Well, boot camp has killed me. Ok, not quite KILLED me, but it has definitely kicked my butt. Yesterday, I was so tired that I went straight home afterwards and took a three hour nap. I literally can barely walk up the steps to our apartment, sit on the toilet, walk, bend over, or any other habitual daily activity. When I woke up this morning, I thought of every reason in the world to skip camp today. I couldn't even roll over in bed without needing to groan in pain. I made it out of bed, though, but didn't do my hair because I couldn't raise my arms up high enough. Camp was slightly better today, because I paced myself much better (instead of going all out the first half, then feeling nauseated the last half, like on Monday). &lt;br /&gt;In just two days I have done countless push ups, crunches, jumping jacks, bicep curls, pull ups, lunges, sprints, and other painful activities I don't know the names of. The worst part about this, is that my lovely husband, who wanted me to do this in the first place, is out in the field. I'm sitting at home having to fend for myself. I'm seriously contemplating putting a plug in Brody's butt so he doesn't have to poop for the next few days. When he whines at the front door I cringe... To get to the grass I must go down a small flight of stairs, then walk across the parking lot. Doesn't he know?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I were planning on watching Twilight together yesterday, but needless to say I was good for nothing after boot camp. I postponed it today, and fortunately I felt okay after camp today, and spent a couple hours at her house. We watched Twilight and ate pecan pie (don't judge me! I can have it, because I'm working my butt off in the mornings now). She introduced me to Winn Dixie's fresh baked ready-to-eat pies which are amazing. I refuse to get addicted though. I refuse, I refuse, I refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at home now, and excruciatingly sore. I'll probably be on this couch the rest of the night, with small trips outside for potty breaks. Fortunately American Idol is on tonight, to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can write for now. When I type, my forearms are unhappy. And I'm at my body's mercy at this point in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4337905068858424144?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4337905068858424144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/fitness-boot-camp-day-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4337905068858424144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4337905068858424144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/fitness-boot-camp-day-2.html' title='Fitness Boot Camp, Day 2'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-2475643411278451265</id><published>2009-03-22T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:12:00.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Memories</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago on Facebook, I got this crazy idea to completely read through my old blog from high school, on a site called Xanga. I actually didn't think it would even exist anymore and/or would have deleted all my posts from way back when, but amazingly I was able to remember all my log in information, and voila -- I had access to the past. &lt;div&gt;It literally took me hours upon hours to read through three years of posts, but I never really noticed the lapse of time. Mostly, I laughed out loud at the memories of the "good ol' days", and sometimes I would cry, or roll my eyes at the way I was so in love with people who are no longer in my life. It amazes me how experiences can shape you and lead you on to the path of maturity, and when those experiences have done their job, we erase them from our mind either intentionally, or just because time fades them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging may be a fad now, but I truly believe its one of the better ideas that has come from modern technology. Keeping journals and diaries is part of every little girls' world, but now those experiences can come to life and can be shared by every big girl. Its a candid look into someone's life, and I find it fascinating. I admit, my life and writing ability isn't the most enthralling phenomena on the internet, but ten years from now I can look back on this and laugh, cry, and roll my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should start making these blogs more interesting, then. I'm starting to believe I will bore my future self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few of the memories that were worthy of posting on Facebook. They are worth sharing. My mom reads these blogs and I think she'll remember a lot of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Anna everyday. I wish she could come to Georgia for a week or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, January 24 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just got back from the Verizon Wireless store, and found the cell phone I'm going to get next. One of those picture phones!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dude, there was a time before picture phones? I can't remember it!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, February 25, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anna and I went over to my friend Chad's house to try some cake he made, and I was cutting the cake with a spatula in his house, when Anna decides that I'm taking too long, so she grabs the spatula and presses down so hard on it that it completely broke in half!! OMG we started laughing so hard.. I couldn't believe it. Then Chad makes it worse and goes "That's my dad's favorite spatula!!" I felt sooooo bad. I think I should buy him a new one. Haha. So sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, February 26, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anna bought Chad a new spatula and brought it to school today. It was sooo funny. Its a really nice spatula, too. Lifetime guarantee.. In other words, Anna Proof. We took pictures and got one of Anna and I with the spatula. That'll be good memories forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember how his dad ended up hating the Lifetime guarantee spatula?? ha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, February 27, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We brought home Anna, Katie, Jordan, and Chad today. Katie, Chad, Anna, and I sat in the back (me on Anna's lap). Anyway, as we were pulling out of the school parking lot, Anna and I saw this freshman guy who is SOOOOOO cute, and we both started yelling "That's Him!" (we had been talking about him 7th period) so we started describing him to my mom. He was in front of our car, going to his car with a few of his friends, and we couldn't see his face. My mom kept waiting for him to turn around, but he never did. So Anna decides to roll down the window and yell "BLAAAAKE" really loud. Now.. keep in mind that this kid has NO CLUE who we are. A few minutes before, Chad had just told us what his name was! So he turns around as we all duck and try to hide behind the seats, cracking up laughing the whole time. He kept staring at our car, and my poor mom and Jordan were in the front and not able to hide behind anything. My mom just shook her head at him like she didn't know who called him. Ha ha. It was the funniest thing in the world. As we drove past him, he kept staring at our car, and we were all hiding behind the seats in the back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Anna..  I thought we yelled FIDO?? Where did that come from?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, March 02, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday when my mom and I were dropping Anna off at her house after school, my mom remembered that she had a bag of pads in the trunk, and she was starting to get really embarrassed because she thought she forgot to cover them up and thought they were visible when the trunk was opened. Since we take so many people home, we all put our backpacks and stuff in the trunk. So anyway, Anna was the last one to drop off yesterday and when she was getting her stuff, I whispered to her and asked if she could see the pads. So she starts DIGGING through the trunk, then a few moments later she holds the bag up and yells "Yep! They're right here!" ... Did I forget to mention there were two men in front of the house next door?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, March 08, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, my geometry teacher just out of the blue told me I blink a lot, lol. The whole period he kept looking over at me and start blinking really fast. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna came over to work on our P.E. project. We have to make up a game that can be played in P.E... Our game is called Peg-A-Leg. hahaha. Yeah, I'll leave that up to your imagination ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, March 09, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Anna because I am once again over at Katelyn's house so I thought I would be extra special and write Katelyn's daily xanga report. Don't tell her I told you though.  Um, but she will figure it out sooner or later.  Like in 1 min.  Anyway, today I (I am speaking if I was Katelyn) had an extra special day with R i mean Schedule and we talked and such.  Katie looked really cute with her crush sunglasses and PE was rather boring as usual.  Okay, some random music just played and it scared me.  Um, Also, I went to math and saw Anna...I liked her butt. No jk.  (but seriously my mom did) Lunch was rather exciting, I got to talk to everyone and then debate with Anna on how to do our Peg-a-leg form.  Anyway, Nice seeing everyone on here and Hi Ligaya! that was my shout out and anyone else?? Hmmm okay HI Blake, Katie, Johnathan, Kaitlin, Anna, and others Don't look katelyn! yes okay! bye bye!!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNA------&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, March 26, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Geometry today, the phone rang, and since I sit closes to it, Mr. Tucker asked me to answer it. As I was walking to the phone, he told me to say "Room 1104, Blinkie speaking", so I did. I think it was a parent or something on the other line, and she just asked for the teacher. Afterwards, Mr. Tucker gave me five extra credit points, because he thought I was too shy to say that, so he was proud of me, lol. It was cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I MISS MR. TUCKER!!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, July 01, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday was Katie's birthday part We all met at Katie's house and ate pizza, then we went bowling. Jordan, Katie, Blake, Jane, Jonathan, and I drove to the bowling alley in the same car. On the way there, we talked about termite eggs being laid in someone's mouth, then hatching and all the babies would start coming out of the mouth while the person was talking. APPARANTLY, according to Jordan, a lady ate meat from Taco Bell that had termite eggs in it and they got embedded in her gums.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home our conversation consisted of how in Idaho (or some other state, can't remember which one) speed bumps are called 'Slow Humps' and Katie's mom thought that was really funny. Then Jordan started talking about how we should have a Humpday.... and I have NO IDEA where that came from. He just started jabbering away about that and I was just like....... okay Jordan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, November 12, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so last night was the best thing ever. I had all my friends over (Katie, Blake, Anna, Jordan, Kim, Megan, Cody, and Garret and Shane came by for a bit too). We watched What Lies Beneath because Cody was set on a scary movie.  ANYWAY it was a really good movie but watching movies like that with Anna freaks me out because she screams then I scream and then its just 1000 times scarier... if that made any sense. I know it made sense to Anna and I guess thats all that matters lol. The movie was pretty long, though, so we didn't get to play Catch Phrase which is just a TRADITION. This weekend people, ok? And we'll tape it so we can add to what we taped last night. ANNA GONE WILD!! hahahaha. Not really. Well not like that anyway. More like Anna Gone Spazzy. First she goes on an advertisement for a plastic cup, then she trips over Katie, then throws a pillow at me, then advertises a wine bottle, then tears up my moms decorative grapes, throws them at me, proposes to me, asks me to be her bodyguard.... I think thats it? Oh yeah I'm so putting that on video tape so we can watch it when we're like 80"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[hahaha I remember this night so well.. And I still have the video tape!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, November 19, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today was awesome. After school, Anna came over and we goofed off for about an hour before Blake came over and we all ate dinner at my house. We had Frugatti's and they made fun of me because I took practically all the toppings out of my calzone. Then we ate a triple chocolate cheesecake which was SO rich but SO good.&lt;br /&gt;Let see... after that we went to Megan's and jumped on her trampoline for forever and a year. It was so awesome. My sides hurt from laughing so hard (and getting thrown into the air a few times...)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anna... DON'T CHILL THE CHILDREN!!!! Haha I told you I'd put that in my Xanga. Wasn't there another Xanga moment today? I can't remember..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wasn't this the night we weren't supposed to be on the trampoline?? And Anna almost broke it?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, November 26, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.... how 'bout some lovely pictures??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/anname2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Me. Aww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/friends3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, Jordan, Blake, Katie, Jane. I love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/friends4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Pepsi: It does a body good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/friends2JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, Katie, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, December 05, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...We watched Garret and Cody try to beat each other at who could go farthest on the unicycle. Then Cody showed us the dead ducks his brother had brought back from hunting, and Anna flipped out because she thought Cody was going to beat her with it. Afterwards we drank some more Chai out in the courtyard and Garret and Anna told jokes, which was really funny. Anna: A barn CAN'T JUMP!!. Cody's mom said she was going to take Garret home, so we were cleaning up and then I dropped one of the mugs and it completely broke. I felt sooo bad. But its kind of funny how accident-prone I am. I mean... go figure. And THEN when Anna and I are together... we are the most accident-prone people ever. Anna - does SPATULA ring a bell? geez aweez. ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, December 21, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Anna and I went to go see The Notebook in the dollar theater. It was the 3rd time I'd seen it... and it was great as always :)&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to Frugatti's and laughed so hard. I was imitating my hamster jumping when I scared him, and when I threw my hands up I let go of my fork and it hit me in the eye. I think we all peed our pants. My poor mom almost gave herself a hernia. I didn't think we were going to be able to get her out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days have been the best EVER. I spent like 30 hours straight with Anna. We laughed soooo much. I think we have like 10 new personal jokes. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dude, I remember almost stabbing myself with that stupid fork. And I don't think I've ever seen my mom laugh that hard.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, Janary 09, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/2005formal14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/2005formal15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seductive look. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/2005formal22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/2005formal27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/2005formal30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk on Shirley Temples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/2005formal33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding out in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, March 08, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Camp Concert Pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;Concert Pictures!! OMG.. the most amazing night ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/P1010091.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the elevator! It had a mirror roof lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/CAfilly/P1010090.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And finally in the Convention Center... waiting for the concert to start. So we took goofy pics to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up were Monk &amp;amp; Neagle who were AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;..And we got a picture with Michael Neagle afterwards. He was so nice. Anna came up to him and was like... "What'ssss uppppppp NEAGLE?" and he goes "What's up GIRL?" Cute Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/OneSweetCzech/P1010093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, March 11, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cruisin' around Rosedale with Blake, Anna, Nick, and Macy is the most fun I've had in a really long time... Hahaha my cheeks hurt from laughing so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, March 18, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I went to Olive Garden with Anna, her mom, and Blake. It was so fun. So many funny stories. And song time! Part of your woooooorld.... haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's the night I became obsessed with Skye Sweetnam's version of Part of Your World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, March 28, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toilet papering a completely random house with Cody, Anna, and Chris is the craziest thing I have ever done, and I can't stop laughing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, April 19, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The lunch conversation today was SO funny, Anna...&lt;br /&gt;"Did you say... Billy... I love you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Say I'm a bird!"&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody Come On!"&lt;br /&gt;And the best....&lt;br /&gt;"WOMAN'S FERTILIZER?"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks chica for making the day so much better. *Muah*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, May 15, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was amazingly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/OneSweetCzech/ecb3dafb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have to take goofy pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/OneSweetCzech/b1fc30f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/OneSweetCzech/d9f81e06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls: Me, Anna, and Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/OneSweetCzech/8b168626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner: Outback Steakhouse. Me, Anna, Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/OneSweetCzech/cdc5969e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, June 04, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cody, Blake, Nick, Anna, and Me went to Boomers and rode the go-karts, then the bumper boats where these little 10 year old boys got me soaked because I had a white shirt on. Little perverts. They just kept chasing me yelling "White Shirt! White Shirt!!" Yes, and afterwards I was getting lots of weird looks. Walking through Boomers with a see-through shirt is quite embarrassing. Afterwards we went to Carl's Jr. where Cody ordered a cock-a-cola and 5 waters. OMG. And then we chucked ice out the window as we were driving and it made me laugh so hard that I spit water alllll over the place and Nick called me a retard.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yesterday will be yet another memory to write down in Anna's yearbook, which I haven't yet finished signing. Still many more memories to remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, June 08, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG today was hecka fun.&lt;br /&gt;From seeing Anna in Centennial's parking lot and hanging out the windows to overly PDI (hahaha Anna...) in the theatre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[OMG Anna do you remember this? PDI... Public Display of Intercourse! In reference to the kids behind us while we were trying to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants!!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, June 19, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;3 Anna.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my curfew being at 12 instead of 11.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 driving around with Chris driving.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Anna's laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 personal jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Anna and I's tanning hearts (and playboy bunny)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 hot fudge brownies..&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my dogs&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 our turkey call&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 listening to rap music in a car with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 watching home videos.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 taking pictures with Anna.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 crazy spur-of-the-moment ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 being able to talk openly to 2 people in my life. They are all I need.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 songs with meaningful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 playing Catch Phrase with friends &amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 lunch with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 joy rides with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 everything with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 how Anna knows what I'm thinking and one look can set us off laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 getting new messages on MySpace..&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 random Starbucks trips.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 being able to be myself around the people I love most.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 feeling pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 thinking of all the things I &lt;3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.... And then I quit Xanga! This took me ALL DAY to do so I hope you guys laughed. hehe =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-2475643411278451265?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2475643411278451265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-for-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2475643411278451265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2475643411278451265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the Memories'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-591760815673826886</id><published>2009-03-22T13:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:50:03.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric Obsession</title><content type='html'>So, I just heard a new Miranda Lambert song, and of course, love it. Anything she does is amazing, but this is even better, because its a song about the military/war/politics, etc. Anyway, I was looking up the lyrics to post on my Blog, and then realized that Miranda's version is a cover to Merle Haggard's original song. Whoops. I guess I'm not too knowledgeable about classic country.&lt;br /&gt;I do know, though, that country music is the most patriotic. And no matter who sings it, it gets me pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fightin' Side of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miranda Lambert..... or Merle Haggard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear people talkin' bad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About the way they have to live here in this country,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harpin' on the wars we fight, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mind 'em switchin' sides, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An' standin' up for things that they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When they're runnin' down our country, man, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runnin' down the way of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't love it, leave it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let this song that I'm singin' be a warnin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're runnin' down our country, hoss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I read about some squirrely guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who claims, that he just don't believe in fightin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An' I wonder just how long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rest of us can count on bein' free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They love our milk an' honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But they preach about some other way of livin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they're runnin' down our country, man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runnin' down the way of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't love it, leave it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let this song that I'm singin' be a warnin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're runnin' down my country, man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runnin' down a way of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't love it, leave it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let this song that I'm singin' be a warnin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're runnin' down my country, hoss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was cruisin' today, with the windows rolled down and Brody shotgun beside me, this song came on. And it was perfect, to say the least. When I sing at the top of my lungs and make up my own drivin' dance moves, Georgian drivers look at me weird. Its a Cali thing, I guess... or maybe just a Katelyn thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got no money in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a hole in my jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a job and I lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it won't get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm ridin' with my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're on the wings of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flyin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the sun is shinin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This road keeps windin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the prettiest country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Georgia to Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I got the one I love beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My troubles behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm alive and I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who wouldn't wanna be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got no money in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a hole in my jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're on the wings of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh.. The fact of me being broke was quite alright at that point in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drew is out in the field until Wednesday, so its just me and Brody (aka Bubba). I start boot camp tomorrow, so if I survive, I'll write about the experience tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-591760815673826886?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/591760815673826886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyric-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/591760815673826886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/591760815673826886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyric-obsession.html' title='Lyric Obsession'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7494641219588386811</id><published>2009-03-20T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:59:36.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody Video!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself for figuring this out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FB-8CEUEwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FB-8CEUEwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7494641219588386811?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7494641219588386811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/brody-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7494641219588386811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7494641219588386811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/brody-video.html' title='Brody Video!!!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5762535408270945401</id><published>2009-03-20T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:28:42.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbkgtZleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VAU_v059W6g/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbkgtZleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VAU_v059W6g/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474143017801186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbkPYnPUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ME_zpqYkk_I/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbkPYnPUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ME_zpqYkk_I/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474138367212866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbjoRYiII/AAAAAAAAAGc/nuWXCTJ6cZI/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbjoRYiII/AAAAAAAAAGc/nuWXCTJ6cZI/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474127867906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbjdjiy8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dlLLLJFVf58/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbjdjiy8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dlLLLJFVf58/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474124991286210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbjDYTAQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A-NrhR_qVjY/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbjDYTAQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A-NrhR_qVjY/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474117964792066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My boys and I had a wonderful time at Flat Rock Park today. I think Brody liked it the best, though. Here are a few pictures from our fabulous day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how to upload the video of Brody chasing sticks in the creek. It is so, so cute. Hopefully I'll be able to get it on here later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5762535408270945401?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5762535408270945401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/picnic-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5762535408270945401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5762535408270945401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/picnic-pictures.html' title='Picnic Pictures'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/ScRbkgtZleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VAU_v059W6g/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8407067319413040220</id><published>2009-03-20T12:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:31:43.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny-Bop</title><content type='html'>Up until last night, I thought the Twilight mania was stupid. A bunch of teeny-bopper girls swooning over a stupid vampire? Give me a break. Well, my curiosity finally got the best of me so Drew and I went to see it at the dollar theatre last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, count me in on the mania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome. Normally I despise anything unrealistic, such as vampires, but this completely changed my mind. I'm going to buy the movie, and start reading the books... I've been looking for a new series to start anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really, really wish my Kindle worked so I could buy the book right now for cheap. But, of course, it broke right when I was becoming reliant on it. Just reading a regular book seems so yesterday. Good grief I really am turning into a teeny-bopper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add to that, I'm officially addicted to Twitter and texting Google. Did anyone know you can now text Google? You send any question to 466453 (GOOGLE) and it texts you back with the answers. Last night, I found out the weather for the next week in Columbus, movie times, directions from Bakersfield to Las Vegas, and how many teaspoons are in a tablespoon. I'm hooked. What was life like before we could text Google? That was just yesterday, and I can't even recall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last two nights I have made dinner and Drew has LOVED them. I'll post the recipes sometime later today, as they are definitely worth sharing. Buffalo-style pizza and homemade chicken flautas.  Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats about all the time I have right now. The weather is absolutely GORGEOUS today... Perfect for a road trip in the jeep to Flat Rock Park. We are going to pack lunch and have a picnic with Brody. I'll take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all... And to you in Bakersfield... I love and miss you... 21 days until I'm there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8407067319413040220?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8407067319413040220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/teeny-bop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8407067319413040220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8407067319413040220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/teeny-bop.html' title='Teeny-Bop'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-194292519217406063</id><published>2009-03-19T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:56:59.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Swoon*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kris Allen is my boyfriend. And yes, mom, Drew is aware of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdM5dgE-1ZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdM5dgE-1ZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-194292519217406063?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/194292519217406063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/swoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/194292519217406063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/194292519217406063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/swoon.html' title='*Swoon*'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-1317010716921417521</id><published>2009-03-19T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:39:29.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caved In...</title><content type='html'>... and got a Twitter. You can see my updates automatically on my blog...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right there over on the left hand side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty neat, huh? Well, I think so. I, like, won't even have to blog anymore, because I can say everything that I'm doing AS I'm doing it, from my phone. Whaaaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had a cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee, which has been rumored is the best coffee ever (even better than Starbucks -- blasphemy!!), and I must admit... It is quite yummy. Drew and I got a small bag of regular roast, with Cinnamon Coffee Mate. I may have just found my new [current] love. I am so hyper now. I can't even type in literate sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Amanda and I went to Olive Garden and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for our lunch date. She told me that Olive Garden has a lunch special for unlimited salad, breadsticks, and soup for only seven bucks. SEVEN bucks! So yummy. The lunch special didn't include my Black Tie Mousse Cake (I think I would have fainted from sheer excitement if it did), so I refrained from getting it, also because we had previously decided on Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's... fresh scooped at the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's store, which is just 100 times better than the containers from the store, that all y'all in Cali only have. muahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew. There are only so many run-on sentences you can type without wearing yourself out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho... check back later today to see my Twitter Updates!! Cause I'll be doing something else! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-1317010716921417521?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1317010716921417521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-caved-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1317010716921417521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/1317010716921417521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-caved-in.html' title='I Caved In...'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-197686288056543309</id><published>2009-03-18T17:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:18:06.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Bill Our Heroes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am infuriated at the following, and have been in an uproar about it for the past two days when it was brought up on my debate board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want proof that Obama lied and made promises he never intended to keep during the election, eat your heart out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Article during the election:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obama says he needs to earn troops' respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Rick Maze - Jul. 7, 2008 12:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;Army Times&lt;br /&gt;COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. - Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama knows that to win military votes, he has to prove himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Precisely because I have not served in uniform, I am somebody who strongly believes I have to earn the trust of men and women in uniform," Obama said as he contrasted his lack of service with that of Republican presidential candidate John McCain, a former prisoner of war, Vietnam veteran and Navy retiree who has years of experience in Congress working on national security issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not presume that from the day I am sworn in, every single service man or woman suddenly says, This guy knows what he is doing,' " said Obama, a freshman senator from Illinois, in his most extensive interview to date on a wide range of military issues.&lt;br /&gt;The 46-year-old former community organizer and civil-rights lawyer will formally become the Democratic Party's presidential nominee at the party's August convention in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama said he hopes the military community will see him as "a guy looking out for us and not someone trying to score cheap political points."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Military members and their families deserve better pay and benefits, he said, and although money might be hard to find for a generous increase, he supports increasing basic pay to keep up with inflation and private-sector salaries, and he believes housing allowances need to be increased so young service members and their families can afford adequate places to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He also wants to spend more to improve veterans' health care and reduce the wait for a disability claim to be processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know a higher priority than making sure that the men and women who are putting themselves in harm's way, day in and day out, are getting decent pay and decent benefits," he said. "These are just basic requirements of a grateful nation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now that he's elected... guess what he is proposing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourvoice.legion.org/story/1448/legion-white-house-dont-bill-our-heroes"&gt;http://ourvoice.legion.org/story/1448/legion-white-house-dont-bill-our-heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WASHINGTON, DC (March 16, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;– The leader of the nation’s largest veterans organization says he is “deeply disappointed and concerned” after a meeting with President Obama today to discuss a proposal to force private insurance companies to pay for the treatment of military veterans who have suffered  service-connected disabilities and injuries. The Obama administration recently revealed a plan to require private insurance carriers to reimburse the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) in such cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It became apparent during our discussion today that the President intends to move forward with this unreasonable plan,” said Commander David K. Rehbein of The American Legion.  “He says he is looking to generate $540-million by this method, but refused to hear arguments about the moral and government-avowed obligations that would be compromised by it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Commander, clearly angered as he emerged from the session said, “This reimbursement plan would be inconsistent with the mandate ‘… to care for him who shall have borne the battle…’ given that the United States government sent members of the armed forces into harm’s way, and not private insurance companies.  I say again that The American Legion does not and will not support any plan that seeks to bill a veteran for treatment of a service connected disability at the very agency that was created to treat the unique need of America’s veterans!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commander Rehbein was among a group of senior officials from veterans service organizations joining the President, White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emmanuel, Secretary of Veterans Affairs Eric Shinseki and Steven Kosiak, the overseer of defense spending at the Office of Management and Budget (OMB). The group’s early afternoon conversation at The White House was precipitated by a letter of protest presented to the President earlier this month. The letter, co-signed by Commander Rehbein and the heads of ten colleague organizations, read, in part, “ There is simply no logical explanation for billing a veteran’s personal insurance for care that the VA has a responsibility to provide.  While we understand the fiscal difficulties this country faces right now, placing the burden of those fiscal problems on the men and women who have already sacrificed a great deal for this country is unconscionable.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commander Rehbein reiterated points made last week in testimony to both House and Senate Veterans’ Affairs Committees.  It was stated then that The American Legion believes that the reimbursement plan would be inconsistent with the mandate that VA treat service-connected injuries and disabilities given that the United States government sends members of the armed forces into harm’s way, and not private insurance companies. The proposed requirement for these companies to reimburse the VA would not only be unfair, says the Legion, but would have an adverse impact on service-connected disabled veterans and their families.  The Legion argues that, depending on the severity of the medical conditions involved, maximum insurance coverage limits could be reached through treatment of the veteran’s condition alone. That would leave the rest of the family without health care benefits.  The Legion also points out that many health insurance companies require deductibles to be paid before any benefits are covered.  Additionally, the Legion is concerned that private insurance premiums would be elevated to cover service-connected disabled veterans and their families, especially if the veterans are self-employed or employed in small businesses unable to negotiate more favorable across-the-board insurance policy pricing.  The American Legion also believes that some employers, especially small businesses, would be reluctant to hire veterans with service-connected disabilities due to the negative impact their employment might have on obtaining and financing company health care benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I got the distinct impression that the only hope of this plan not being enacted,” said Commander Rehbein, “is for an alternative plan to be developed that would generate the desired $540-million in revenue. The American Legion has long advocated for Medicare reimbursement to VA for the treatment of veterans. This, we believe, would more easily meet the President’s financial goal.  We will present that idea in an anticipated conference call with White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emmanuel in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I only hope the administration will really listen to us then.  This matter has far more serious ramifications than the President is imagining,” concluded the Commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-197686288056543309?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/197686288056543309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-bill-our-heroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/197686288056543309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/197686288056543309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-bill-our-heroes.html' title='Don&apos;t Bill Our Heroes!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5427305800443908605</id><published>2009-03-17T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:28:42.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Math and Gun Control</title><content type='html'>I just received these e-mails and think they are too good not to share.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fifty two Years of Math 1957 - 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her.   She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help.  Why do I tell you this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teaching Math In 1950s&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teaching Math In 1960s&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Teaching Math In 1970s&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teaching Math In 1980s&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truck load of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teaching Math In 1990s&lt;br /&gt;A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it's ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teaching Math In 2000s&lt;br /&gt;If you have special needs or just feel you need assistance because of race, color, religion, sex, sexual orientation, age, childhood memories, criminal background, then don't answer and the correct answer will be provided for you.  There are no wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Teaching Math In 2008&lt;br /&gt;Un hachero vende una carrtada de maderapara 100 pesos. El costo de la producciones es 80 pesos. Cuanto dinero ha hecho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A LITTLE GUN HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 1929 to 1953,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 1911, Turkey established gun control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 1915 to 1917,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Germany established gun control in 1938&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and from 1939 to 1945,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;China established gun control in 1935. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 1948 to 1952,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 20 million political dissidents, unable to defend themselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guatemala established gun control in 1964.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 1964 to 1981, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---- ------------- -------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uganda established gun control in 1970. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 1971 to 1979, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cambodia established gun control in 1956. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 1975 to 1977,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; one million educated people, unable to defend themselves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has now been 12 months since gun owners in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Australia were forced by new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own Government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than $500 million dollars. The first year results are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;List of 7 items:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Australia-wide, assaults are up 8.6 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, 44 percent)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;firearms are now up 300 percent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note that while the law-abiding citizens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turned them in, the criminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drastically upward in the past 12 months, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since criminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Australian politicians are at a loss to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how public safety has decreased, after such monumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;effort, and expense was expended in successfully ridding Australian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;society of guns. The Australian experience and the other historical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;facts above prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You won't see this data on the US evening news &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or hear politicians disseminating this information.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guns in the hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only the law-abiding citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take note my fellow Americans, before it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remind them of this history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With guns, we are 'citizens'. Without them, we are subjects'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During WWII the Japanese decided not to invade America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because they knew most Americans were ARMED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you value your freedom, please spread this anti-gun control message to all of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All else is supplemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWITZERLAND ISSUES EVERY HOUSEHOLD A GUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWITZERLAND'S GOVERNMENT TRAINS EVERY ADULT THEY ISSUE A RIFLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWITZERLAND HAS THE LOWEST GUN RELATED CRIME RATE OF ANY CIVILIZED COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S A NO BRAINER! DON'T LET OUR GOVERNMENT WASTE MILLIONS OF OUR TAX DOLLARS IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE ALL LAW ABIDING CITIZENS AN EASY TARGET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a firm believer of the 2nd Amendment! If you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too, please forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5427305800443908605?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5427305800443908605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/modern-math-and-gun-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5427305800443908605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5427305800443908605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/modern-math-and-gun-control.html' title='Modern Math and Gun Control'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8105604619103248729</id><published>2009-03-17T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:03:24.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia On My Mind</title><content type='html'>Drew and I have come to the realization that the world revolves around Georgia.&lt;div&gt;You don't realize how often it is mentioned in songs and television until you live here and it stands out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a country lover, I hear it in practically every song. And even Drew's punk rock songs mention Georgia. And last night even my new favorite show Castle was set in Columbus. I love it. Drew, on the other hand, thinks we are being haunted by Georgia. He hasn't quite developed my love for it, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank the Lord he did love Tennessee, though. I think I may be able to convince him to live there or in Kentucky someday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down where I was born it was heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You either lived on a farm or wish you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus always walked close by our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a lot about life you can learn on a bus, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God we get more than just one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that long ago, it's apart of my soul. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My kids will [hopefully] get to grow up around here... Somewhere. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week, the weather was SO bright and sunny every day, and absolutely gorgeous. It stayed in the low 80's for two days. It was perfect. Drew was so excited that he could finally take the top and doors off his Jeep and drive "Georgia style". Well, that was a fantastic idea, except that the doors and top were still off when the Georgia rain attacked us for two days straight. There was literally never enough time for Drew to put everything back on. He ended up just draping a tarp over the top of the Jeep, which caved in within a couple hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found it funny. Well, until this morning when Drew had to go to work and realized that driving in the rain in a stripped Jeep would not be fun, so he took my car. An hour ago the rain FINALLY broke and it is beautiful and sunny yet again. I would love to take Brody to Flat Rock Park, but I'm stuck here. Ugh. The sun better do a good job of drying the inside of the jeep so its drivable tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here is the information on the Boot Camp I mentioned in a previous post. I enrolled myself in the 2-week course, and have a feeling I will hate life for the first couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Columbus GA Adventure Boot Camp is a four week outdoor fitness program that offers fitness instruction, nutritional counseling and motivational training - packed with fun and energizing activities designed to help you reach your fitness goals. Whether you want to lose weight to fit into that special dress, shed the extra pounds from a pregnancy or just get fit before that special occasion, this is the program for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expected results when you complete camp are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;• 3-5% reduction in body fat&lt;br /&gt;• 5-12 pounds weight loss&lt;br /&gt;• 25% improvement in strength&lt;br /&gt;• 100% Gain in self confidence&lt;br /&gt;• 1-3 inch decrease in the midsection&lt;br /&gt;• 25% improvement in endurance&lt;br /&gt;• Greatly improved posture&lt;br /&gt;• Better relaxation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exercises include: Core conditioning, distance running, muscular strength, jumping rope, circuit training, hiking, sport yoga, fitness kick boxing, pilates, sport drills, obstacle courses, surprises, and more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and just in case that doesn't sound fun enough, upon registration I had to sign an agreement that I will not be late, will not miss a day, come prepared with all my gear, will never cuss, will put 100% effort into everything, and a lot more I can't remember. For each offense, the consequence is at least twenty pushups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drew is already laughing at me. Jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, thats enough for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you like written on your tombstone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They would have seen Gina!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Aww only Danielle will understand that. It really is super funny though. I hate explaining personal jokes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's your favorite ingredient to cook with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Anything chicken. Dur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8105604619103248729?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8105604619103248729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgia-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8105604619103248729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8105604619103248729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Georgia On My Mind'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-2111552027271413781</id><published>2009-03-15T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:49:04.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My current love: American Radio by Carolina Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first time I kissed Julianne in a Chevy Van &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was my old mans, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was George Strait's baby blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when she move back to San Jose, it was Missing You and Purple Rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I leaned on to get me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its been the soundtrack to my life since I remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My memories are all in stereo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American radio, keeps me singing along, living my life to the words of the songs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of lovers, dreamers and hopeless believers, like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter where I go I can always find an old friend somewhere there all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To sing me right back home on American radio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I have to do is hear two notes, of give me three steps and im back on a boat with my Grandad in 1989 and all I need to hear are the first few words of Jumpin' Jack Flash or even Free Bird and I'm ready for a good time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American radio, keeps me singing along, living my life to the words of the songs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of lovers, dreamers and hopeless believers, like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter where I go I can always find an old friend somewhere there all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To sing me right back home on American radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was Randy Travis on the beach, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Barry White in that back seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ups and downs, my highs and lows, Ive lived them all in stereo, American radio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I'm still singing along, making up half of the words to the songs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of lovers and dreamers and hopeless believers like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter where I go I can always find an old friend somewhere there all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To sing me right back home (sing me home) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya, Come on sing me right back home on American radio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American radio, American radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someday soon I'm going to change some of the lyrics to include MY songs that have literally gotten me through life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-2111552027271413781?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2111552027271413781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2111552027271413781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2111552027271413781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-radio.html' title='American Radio'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-283414454216322341</id><published>2009-03-15T18:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:01:06.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week in a Nutshell.</title><content type='html'>So much has been happening the last few days. I have barely even had time to get on the computer, let alone write a blog entry. As some of you may know, I am actively involved in an online message board community, and even they noticed my absence. I signed on Wednesday to see a new topic specifically for me, and asking me where I've been. I should probably be sad to say that people I know only through the internet noticed me being gone, but it actually made me feel pretty special. I guess I should probably look into something other than online communities. ha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say I am not too happy with the Army right now, and have experienced some major cons to the military life this week. Drew and I have been having a major financial crisis due to various things, but this month I had a mis-communication with our bank and the car payment for Drew's jeep was withdrawn the same day our rent was also supposed to be deducted. Well, the rent check bounced, so on Tuesday we were frantically trying to get the whole situation worked out, but anything that could go wrong did go wrong. Unfortunately, our Columbus bank account will not automatically deposit out-of-state checks. They put a five day hold on them to clear, which is very inconvenient when you need the money immediately. And, come to find out, absolutely NO store in Columbus will cash personal checks. Drew was allowed to come home for a couple hours to help me, but by the end of the day we gave up hope and realized we would have to pay the fine for the late rent check. &lt;/div&gt;A friend of ours told us about an Emergency Relief Loan the Army provides for soldiers, which gives a certain amount of money at no interest. When it is ready to be paid back, it can start to be withdrawn from a paycheck. We were told it would be no big deal to apply for, so we decided that that would be the way to go. Of course, though, it did turn into a big deal. Drew applied for it Wednesday morning, and by Wednesday afternoon his first sergeant called him in. The chain of command came to the conclusion that we are "living beyond our means", and we were "ordered" to move to a house on-post. As soon as Drew told me this, I obviously was furious and had plenty of concerns... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't see how living on-post will help us, when it is going to take all of our BAH? Right now, our apartment is about $100 less than our BAH so how can that be considered living beyond our means? And if they are going to order us to move, they BETTER move all of our stuff for free, and get us out of our lease without any penalties. We also owe the apartment complex a $500 pet fee for having a large dog upon our lease expiration, so are they going to pay that as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, we went to post and got to walk-through the only house that was available for immediate move in (they wanted us to move by this weekend). It was an old, two-story duplex with three bedrooms, and two and a half bathrooms. Our two bedroom, one and a half bath apartment is too big for us right now. Also, the new house had absolutely no carpet anywhere, and it shared a yard with the neighbors. My biggest concern was that Brody does NOT like little kids, and the first thing we saw when we drove up were the neighbors' three young kids playing in the yard. Fantastic. I expressed these concerns to the housing agent, and she told us of another on-post community that consists of smaller houses with their own fenced yard. We drove through that area, and loved the looks of them. They all were brick, southern-style houses with screened front porches. Of course, none are currently available and we would have to be on a waiting list (anywhere from one week to two months wait). Our plan was to put our name on the list, and hope that Drew's chain of command would be okay with the fact that we are at least trying for on-post housing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next step was to talk to our apartment complex and see what the process would be to break our lease. On Friday, Drew called the finance manager, and was told that the military clause (which protects soldiers from penalty of needing to break a lease due to official orders, such as deployment or PCS) does not cover orders to move on-post, since they are not considered "official". Consequently, we would have to give sixty days notice to vacant the unit, and if we moved out before then, we would still owe two months rent. Also, we would lose our deposit and any money that we have put towards the apartment thus far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much puts the moving plan to a halt. Drew has a four day weekend, so on Tuesday he is going to have to tell his sergeant that there is no possible way moving would help us. Please pray that they understand, because they have the ability to make our lives hell if they choose to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, Drew has a FOUR DAY WEEKEND!! I have been hanging out with Amanda a lot this week, also. Wednesday we went shopping for a birthday present for our friend Jessica's son, who had his first birthday on Friday. Then on Thursday we took her dogs to Flat Rock Park and walked one of the trails. Friday, I went with her to take her dogs to the veterinary clinic on-post, which was an experience in itself. The entire hospital was unorganized and chaotic, and neither of us felt comfortable. There were way too many dogs crammed into one small lobby. Fortunately, both her dogs were excellent. I think they were more relaxed than we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Drew and I went to Danny's first birthday party and had an awesome time. Danny is SO adorable, and he was very worn out at the end of the party. Everyone stayed long after he fell asleep, and we didn't get home until after midnight. When we got home, I set the alarm clock wrong and it didn't go off to wake us up for church. Last Sunday we were in Nashville, so this is the second time in a row we have missed it. We feel horrible, so have agreed to do extra devotionals and bible studies tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a lazy day. Right now we are watching Mr. Brooks... one of my favorite movies ever. Later we are going to go to Winn-Dixie, because we finally have some money to get groceries. Drew and I have made a pact to start eating healthier and get in better shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me that I forgot to write about the Fitness Boot Camp I have enrolled myself in. I'll write much more about that in the next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-283414454216322341?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/283414454216322341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-week-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/283414454216322341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/283414454216322341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-week-in-nutshell.html' title='Last Week in a Nutshell.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-6224116132274195510</id><published>2009-03-10T16:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:37:16.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Hand of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have seen the many faces of fear and of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have watched the tears fall plenty from heart ache and strain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if life's journey has you weary and afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There´s rest in the shadow of His wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have walked through the valleys, the mountains and plains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have held the hand of freedom that washes all my stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you feel the weight of many trials and burdens from this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There´s freedom in the shelter of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have seen the healing hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaching out and mending broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taste and see the fullness of His peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hold on to what´s being held out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The healing hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have touched the scars upon His hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see if they were real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has walked the road before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He knows just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you feel there is not anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who understands your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just remember all of Jesus' suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have seen the healing hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaching out and mending broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taste and see the fullness of His peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hold on to what´s being held out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The healing hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast all your cares on Him for He cares for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's near to the broken and confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By His stripes our spirit is renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So enter in the joy prepared for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have seen the healing hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaching out and mending broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taste and see the fullness of His peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hold on to what´s being held out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The healing hand of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Jeremy Camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song has gotten me through a HORRIBLE day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-6224116132274195510?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6224116132274195510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/healing-hand-of-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/6224116132274195510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/6224116132274195510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/healing-hand-of-god.html' title='Healing Hand of God'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4816677691719115914</id><published>2009-03-09T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:15:05.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Lover's Dream!</title><content type='html'>Wow I just realized how long it has been since I last wrote. Time flies by when your husband is actually HOME! Drew got home around 4 pm on Wednesday (I foolishly trusted his sergeants when they quoted a dismissal time of 10 am. Never again!) and we celebrated by going out to eat. He, with the help of my strong hints, chose Olive Garden for dinner and we had a wonderful time. In the middle of dinner, though, we suddenly realized we were missing our finance class. Its the first time we have just completely forgotten about it, and it made the situation worse due to the fact we were out spending money. Whoops. Drew hadn't had a good meal in a week, though, and it was much needed. Besides, when that Black Tie Mousse Cake arrived at our table it was like God saying, "Yes, you both deserve this." Okay, MAYBE I'm pulling at strings there, but overall dinner was worth it and our budget will be back in full swing for this week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, Drew left for PT at 4 am, and got dismissed right after their morning session. He was back home at 9 am before I was even out of bed. He broke the news to me that they would have the weekend off! Finally! The first free weekend in a month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In late December, we had bought tickets for a show at the Grand Ol' Opry and were planning a weekend trip to Nashville. Well, when we got to Nashville, we ended up finding an American Bulldog puppy for sale (now commonly known as Brody) and our plans changed. Drew called the Opry and asked if there was a way to keep the tickets on hold for a future show. To my disbelief, they did agree to hold the tickets and we could redeem them at any time. Or so I thought. Where the miscommunication occurred, I have no idea, but the truth was that the tickets would only be held until the end of January, and apparently Drew knew that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my thought on Thursday morning... What would we do with our free weekend? Well, redeem our Opry tickets and spend time in Nashville, of course! I checked the internet to see who would be playing, and low and behold... Carrie Underwood and Josh Turner! Some of my favorites! I was ecstatic, and couldn't believe my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See a problem with this story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally told Drew my plan, he got this, "Oh man, I'm in trouble" look on his face. "Baby, the tickets were only good until the end of January... I thought you knew that... I thought you were just going to let them go... I didn't know you had been thinking about them this whole time..." blah blah blah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?!?! Why would I just nonchalantly let GRAND OL' OPRY tickets go?! I'm a country music fanatic, I would hold onto those with my life.&lt;/span&gt; I was defeated, and upset. I took a shower, and when I got out I heard Drew on the phone with someone, so I hurriedly threw on some clothes and ran into the living room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uh hi ma'am, my wife and I had bought tickets to a show in December, but never used them and put them on hold, and I was wondering if they are still available ... Oh they expired in January? ... Oh, well I'm in the military and have not had any available time to use them and this is my first available weekend, and we were unaware that the tickets would expire, and ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I need to give my wife a special weekend, and this would mean so much to her, and she is terminally ill and it would be her last dying wish to go the wonderful and historic Grand Ol Opry, and you would just be a hero to us if you could pull some strings...] &lt;/span&gt;(okay, that was an edit but you get the point). In the end, the manager told Drew that she would call him back and let him know if we could use the tickets for Saturday night's show, which was already "Sold Out." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough, a half hour later she called back and said we could redeem the tickets for the last two side-by-side seats in the house. They were limited view mezzanine seats, but we were in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention I have the best husband ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night, we went out with two of Drew's friends to play pool (which I was awesome at!!) and for hookah. We went to Waffle House at 1 am, and have decided it is SO much better than Denny's, especially late at night. Oh, and I absolutely love grits. Who would have known?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left for Nashville Saturday morning, Brody in tow, and took our time on the way. We stopped a few times, including Atlanta for Starbucks. Finally in Nashville, we explored Opryland Hotel and downtown. The show was at 9:30 at the Opry and was so good!! I loved it. Even Drew liked it, which surprised me (he's not exactly the classic country type). Ray Price also performed, and I have to admit, he is a dang good singer for being over 80 years old. After the show, we went to Dave &amp;amp; Buster's for dinner. I had never been before, but always heard people talking about it, so figured it would be a  good opportunity. It did not disappoint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now we are back home and yet again, I'm sitting here waiting for Drew. I'm looking forward to Dancing With the Stars season premier tonight. My mom just told me that Melissa from the Bachelor will be competing. She was a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, so I think she will be really good. There is my fluff talk for the day. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a fabulous day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVceL1OmQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8ZA5gDfV9yY/s1600-h/trip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVceL1OmQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8ZA5gDfV9yY/s320/trip3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311253009195243778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVceDVb1KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fruSLb_PuWM/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVceDVb1KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fruSLb_PuWM/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311253006914409634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVcdqnzOdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1SXNgY7oR2o/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVcdqnzOdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1SXNgY7oR2o/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311253000280553938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4816677691719115914?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4816677691719115914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-lovers-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4816677691719115914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4816677691719115914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-lovers-dream.html' title='Country Lover&apos;s Dream!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SbVceL1OmQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8ZA5gDfV9yY/s72-c/trip3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4137115836058489101</id><published>2009-03-04T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:01:09.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here waiting....</title><content type='html'>Drew was supposed to be home at 10 am this morning, but has yet to walk through the door. Urgh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody is doing much better this morning. He made it through the night without needing to go outside, and his diarrhea is completely gone. There is still three days worth of antibiotics, but Brody is starting to get smart about swallowing the pill. I have to back his butt up to a corner so that he can't run away from me, and it usually takes three tries to get him to swallow. He really is the best puppy ever, and I pray that he grows out of his nervous personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QOTD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you collect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model racehorses. Anything horse related, really. And I used to collect souvenir spoons, but have been lacking lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4137115836058489101?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4137115836058489101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-here-waiting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4137115836058489101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4137115836058489101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-here-waiting.html' title='Right here waiting....'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7903586699941270333</id><published>2009-03-02T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:24:07.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>I don't really feel like writing today. I'm in a pretty down mood. I just miss Drew, and am worried about Brody. I took him to the vet today and have to keep him on a bland diet and antibiotics for the next few days, but the main problem is just his personality in general. He is SO timid and nervous about anything and everything. So much so, that I'm scared he will turn aggressive as he gets older. Yesterday Amanda came over to the apartment and Brody never really did warm up to her, and she was never able to pet any part of him except the top of his head. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew called me this morning when I was still half-asleep and we talked for about ten minutes. He should be home Wednesday morning. It seems like forever away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7903586699941270333?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7903586699941270333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7903586699941270333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7903586699941270333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4021902357189998586</id><published>2009-03-01T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:56:15.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politically Correct Debate</title><content type='html'>I've been getting involved in this debate board lately, and its really interesting. I didn't mean to get addicted to it, but I posted my opinion on one topic, and now find myself responding to many other topics. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the one that has my interest today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you use the words gay and retarded a lot? For example, "That's gay," meaning "that's stupid." Or, "God, you're so retarded," etc.&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it acceptable? Unacceptable?&lt;br /&gt;Do you use it in private, around friends you trust? Not at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone who knows me and is reading this probably just laughed, because you know that I use the term retarded ALL the time. Last year, on my Myspace, I even had one fact about me written: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I use the terms "jerk" and "retard" quite frequently. They are terms of endearment =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Key to the following debate: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Red = My Side &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Blue = Opposing Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's my response to the original questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I use both terms frequently, particularly retarded, and have never met anyone who has been offended (or at least, told me so) by the way I use the words, because its pretty obvious that I do NOT mean them in an offensive way towards a particular group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to point out, I have a good friend who's brother is mentally challenged, and two of my co-workers/friends are lesbians, and when I'm around them I do make a conscious effort to not use those words, but when I slip they did not take offense to it, and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this society is way too caught up in political correctness, as I was also saying in the other thread on this topic. My friends and I call each other "Gangsta" sometimes, and "Hobo". Do we mean it in a derogatory way towards those groups? Not at all. Its just the generation of 20-something year-olds and younger that have made this terminology the norm, and I don't have a problem with it when its not blatantly used against a certain group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the first post in the thread from someone who does not find these terms politically incorrect, so obviously, I got a lot of questions in return. Fortunately, other people on my side started jumping in and holding up my end of the debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you don't think these words are offensive and it's okay to use them, why would you try not to use them in front of those people? Obviously you realize that there might be something wrong in doing that. If you had a child with Down Syndrome would you want others to use the word retarded when making fun of something? This has nothing to do with political correctness, it's plain and simple, it's cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Following response courtesy of another user]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To me this debate isn't just about the word retarded, or the word gay. It's about language &amp;amp; the bottom line is there will always be a word or phrase that another is going to find offensive. ...&lt;br /&gt;I also disagree with the argument that because someone chooses to not use a word around a certain someone, due to whatever the reason may be that that person would then have to admit that they ARE indeed wrong &amp;amp; that word shouldn't be used. No, it's called being polite &amp;amp; there's nothing wrong with that, but neither does it mean that using that word is wrong. As an example, I have friends who are a certain religion &amp;amp; so there are words I refrain from using around them, it's not because *I* feel the words are wrong I am simply trying to be respectful of them. It's a situation I think we will all find ourselves in &amp;amp; we use our best judement while in them. If this is the example that's going to be used then I'm going to go out on a limb and say were ALL wrong in one way or another, because no doubt every single one of us will at one point in our lives find ourselves in a similar situation, &amp;amp; while in that situation we'll have to decide how best to behave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Words are never just words. They are what we use to communicate, they are all we have. Can you(general you, that uses these words) really find no other way of expressing yourselves other than using gay or retarded? Why would you still want to use them? Since there are so many words, why not pick others that don't insult entire groups of people. I guess I just don't get how anyone can justify using them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My response:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Anything and everything can be seen as Politically Incorrect. If someone chooses to do so, they can take offense to any chosen word. I wouldn't even put in the effort to come up with a "nicer" word to say, because give it a couple years and it will probably come up in a debate. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, people take offense to the word CHRISTMAS now. How dare we say Merry Christmas, because thats offensive.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;Should white be changed to Caucasian?&lt;br /&gt;Black to African American?&lt;br /&gt;Short to vertically challenged?&lt;br /&gt;Old to experienced?&lt;br /&gt;Fat to big boned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I disagree that "anyone can take offense". If you say "that's so gay" and you mean something is stupid or bad or lame, how is that "anyone can take offense"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I believe its a choice to be offended. I mean, obviously some things are so blatantly rude if said directly to someone. But, if its said in a joking manner and not meant towards any specific PERSON, then what is there to be offended at? It wasn't directed at you. And besides, its usually said over a situation or to an object... It doesn't even compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Different User]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I use the word retarded and gay. I never mean it in an offensive way and would never use the word r.etarded to someone who is mentally challenged. Not because I am ashamed that I use the word, but because I do not mean it in the way of making fun of someone who is mentally slow. If I knew specifically that someone did not like the word or was truly offended by it then yes, I would try to respect that and not use that word.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be offended by every little thing. I try to remember when I hear people speaking that most of the time people aren't trying to be mean and I feel that without malicious intent then there is nothing to get bent out of shape over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I would still like to know from those of you who do not think the use of the word retarded is wrong, would you feel different if YOUR child had special needs?&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, we can rationalize the meaning of a word. A child can't. If people walk around thinking it's okay to use such a word and you say it in front of a child that does not give the outward appearance of having a special need, are you seriously okay with having hurt that child/mother's feelings just because YOU think the word is "just a word" and someone like me and my [daughter] just need to get over it?&lt;br /&gt;Politically correct or not, there are just some words or images that are wrong to say or use. I don't need someone to be pc around me and my kid. I need people to be caring and compassionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't speak the WHAT IF I had a child with special needs. Yes, perhaps my viewpoint would be altered, but from my current perspective I wouldn't see that happening. I would be concerned for my child's feelings, but even children without special needs get their feelings hurt all the time in school and in the real world, and its up to the parents to be their safe zone and reassuring place. Nobody can shelter their children so much as to not get their feelings hurt. I'm not judging your parenting AT ALL, but thats just my honest opinion. From what I've seen through my high school years (which only ended two years ago), kids are just as mean to kids like them than to those that are different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What you're not understanding, or choosing not to understand, is that kids with special needs do not JUST have the capacity to get over it just because you want to keep using the word. It's not about me changing my parenting style. My [daughter] has Asperger's and there is a 60% rate of clinical depression amongst kids with Asperger's in their teenage years. MORE THAN HALF. Just because people think that I'm the one who needs to grow a thicker skin? Or that I need to teach my [daughter] that she does? What if she does not have the mental capacity to grasp what YOU want her to? Why can't you just think beyond yourself and what you WANT to say. If it doens't hurt YOUR feelings, but it does hurt someone else's, why can't you see that and choose something esle to say? This word, retarted, is not about being politically correct&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I understand that I'm not in a position to pretend that I know a lot about children with special needs, or have any knowledge about Asperger's, and I find your information interesting. However, I strongly believe that if people who have the same viewpoints as me were associated with your daughter, we would NOT be contributing to the problem. A) Because obviously it shouldn't be said around your daughter, anyone would agree to that and B) I would not use the term around you if I knew you felt so strongly against it.&lt;br /&gt;We DO NOT use the term in a demeaning or malicious way. In fact, the only way that you would ever hear me use it is if you happened to overhear a conversation between my friends and I. I don't go around town purposely calling things or people retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The poster goes on to describe the trials she has personally been through with her daughter's feelings being hurt, and her viewpoint as a mother with a special needs child. I don't want to post her personal issues for the sake of her privacy, but the stories are very touching and really made my heart go out to her and her daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My final reply:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can honestly say that you have opened my eyes to speaking like this in public and to people I don't know well enough. I'm not going to say I will try to stop saying those terms with friends, but I will recall your situation if I accidentally say it in the hearing-span of strangers. I don't have kids yet, but in the future I definitely don't want my children to be the ones that hurt or segregated your daughter. I understand that I will need to make a conscious effort to not say it in front of my children.&lt;br /&gt;I will still debate this topic, but your story did soften me and I think you're doing a great job as an advocate for your viewpoint. Thanks for being willing to share so much of your personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;OMG. I SWEAR to you that this is the nicest thing ANYONE has EVER said to me. You don't even know me, or my daughter, or what I have gone through here, and yet you were willing to put yourself with me while reading my words. Thank you. Really. Your post just meant so much to me, I'm in tears as I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;You truly, TRULY "got" what I was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess, technically, I lost the debate. But it does feel good. Its amazing how just having respect for someone else's opinions and being able to see their point of view can impact so much. Pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4021902357189998586?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4021902357189998586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/politically-correct-debate.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4021902357189998586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4021902357189998586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/politically-correct-debate.html' title='Politically Correct Debate'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5451914136221903266</id><published>2009-03-01T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:40:52.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saq9t4mc4PI/AAAAAAAAADU/--P65LiwcLw/s1600-h/snow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saq9sdacWsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QSgTB8Fkx_0/s320/snow4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263682316982978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5451914136221903266?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5451914136221903266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-snow-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5451914136221903266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5451914136221903266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-snow-stuff.html' title='More Snow Stuff.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saq9t4mc4PI/AAAAAAAAADU/--P65LiwcLw/s72-c/snow8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7681267145906107565</id><published>2009-03-01T09:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:04:54.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW in GEORGIA!!</title><content type='html'>I just woke up and already have two updates.&lt;div&gt;1) It is SNOWING in GEORGIA. There are at least two inches of snow outside my apartment, and it is still snowing very hard. The News just reported it will probably continue to snow throughout the next 4-5 hours, so we will probably have quite a snow collection by the end of the day =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Brody seems to be better.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the night was rough, with him needing to go out ever hour. Finally at 5 am I was able to give him another dose of Pepto-Bismol, and that seemed to do the trick. He slept the rest of the morning (well, until 9am when I got a million text messages saying that its snowing), and now his stools are a little more firm. Hopefully he'll continue to get better, so by tonight he can go out and play in the snow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures from early morning. The ground is already covered now. I'll update with more pictures as the day goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saqi2fh4T1I/AAAAAAAAACk/K_ScefxrbWE/s1600-h/snow!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saqi2fh4T1I/AAAAAAAAACk/K_ScefxrbWE/s320/snow!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308234167869787986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saqi2EIgTiI/AAAAAAAAACc/CWy6_Kfuvbs/s1600-h/snow!2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saqi2EIgTiI/AAAAAAAAACc/CWy6_Kfuvbs/s320/snow!2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308234160515599906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaqjSTxRhTI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y-yP1llROw8/s1600-h/snow!3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaqjSTxRhTI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y-yP1llROw8/s320/snow!3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308234645749466418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7681267145906107565?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7681267145906107565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-in-georgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7681267145906107565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7681267145906107565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-in-georgia.html' title='SNOW in GEORGIA!!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/Saqi2fh4T1I/AAAAAAAAACk/K_ScefxrbWE/s72-c/snow!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8004118727154965427</id><published>2009-03-01T00:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:31:14.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is sick.</title><content type='html'>Brody is very, very sick now. I don't want to get into the nasty details, but lets just say I got home to a very dirty kennel, and a very, very dirty dog. I have spent the last hour giving Brody a bath, and cleaning his kennel. The bed Drew &amp;amp; I bought for him two days ago was beyond hope, so I had to throw it away. I think I may be able to salvage some towels and toys that were also in there. &lt;div&gt;Thank God for 24-hour WalMart across the street. I bought some Pepto-Bismol and just gave him a good dose of it, so hopefully that will kick in soon. If not, I'm considering taking him to the emergency vet to get him started on antibiotics. There is no way he can wait until Monday, as he is already starting to get dehydrated and hasn't eaten all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is very tired, but his stomach hurts and he can't get comfortable. He has had to go outside to potty three times in the past hour. I think this is going to be a very, very long night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8004118727154965427?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8004118727154965427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-is-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8004118727154965427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8004118727154965427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-is-sick.html' title='My baby is sick.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-9086060150210586747</id><published>2009-02-28T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:10:09.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Weather Report = Crazy.</title><content type='html'>The weather here is insane. It continually poured rain throughout the night, and was still coming down when I went to bed at 1 am. Brody woke me up crying this morning at 7, and the rain was heavier than I have ever seen before. Lightning flashes lit up the room every few minutes, and the thunder that followed shook the apartment. I was able to calm Brody down enough to go back to sleep, but at 9 am we woke up to the city-wide sirens going off. I then got a text from Amanda, making sure we were okay, because there was a high tornado warning for our county. I turned on the news and sure enough, us and all the surrounding counties had been on Tornado and Severe Weather alerts since early this morning. Nearby in Salem, AL, a tornado actually touched down and destroyed a few buildings. There was also heavy traffic due to overturned vehicles caused by the heavy winds. &lt;div&gt;I knew Brody needed to go out to go potty, so during the time I was contemplating HOW to accomplish that, he peed in the living room. As I was cleaning it up, he went into the kitchen and pooped. His nerves must have really gotten to him. Over the next half hour, every time there was thunder he would poop right where he was. He is SUCH a wimp. I really, really hope he grows out of this nervous stage. I finally put him in his kennel with a bunch of towels and a bone to keep him occupied, which helped. Finally, the storm started dying down and I took him outside to go potty again, and he threw up on the grass. He still has not been interested in eating at all today, and is extremely lethargic. I think it is just extreme nervousness, and he should start feeling better tonight. At least I hope so, or I'm going to have to find money for a vet bill and antibiotics on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storm has now blown over and it is bright and sunny outside. Its 80 degrees with 70% humidity. The forecast for tonight shows a chance of showers. I pray that is all it will be, and no thunder, for Brody's sake. Tomorrow the predicted high is only 41 degrees with chance of SNOW! Well, as they say... "If you don't like the weather in Georgia, wait until tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To anyone who reads this: PLEASE keep Drew in your prayers! He has been fighting off a cold for the past two weeks, and he is outside in this horrible weather. I kept thinking the whole time during the storm about what the guys out in the field were going through. I can't believe they have to stay out there in this. That really rubs me the wrong way and I'll be ticked if he comes home with pneumonia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats my weather update for today, I'll check back here later. Have a good day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-9086060150210586747?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9086060150210586747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/columbus-weather-report-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/9086060150210586747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/9086060150210586747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/columbus-weather-report-crazy.html' title='Columbus Weather Report = Crazy.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7783882740063206071</id><published>2009-02-27T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:38:37.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in the South!</title><content type='html'>So now I'm depressed again. Well, not depressed, just.. blah. Its been pouring rain for the past hour, so tennis lessons are cancelled, and the dog park is empty. The house is way too quiet, even Brody is sleeping more than he usually does. Its almost dinner time and I forgot to thaw out the last chicken breast I have. Looks like I'll be going to Chick-fil-A.. DARN! haha. I saw a bumper sticker on a car yesterday that said "I ♥ Chick-Fil-A" and thought it was the coolest thing ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda is still at work (although this will be her last day), so I don't have anyone to text. I've gone over to Kirby's apartment twice today, but she hasn't been home. I'm kicking myself for forgetting to get her phone number last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good thing that has come out of my boredom: I bought Mark Wills' new CD on iTunes and it is amazing. Good music will always get me through a day like this. All my life, I have adored country music and thought I could relate to it, but now I realize how much I had been missing. I mean, I'm living those songs now, I'm in the place that has inspired all of them. I see that "Red Dirt Road" everywhere I go, I drive over the Chattahoochee River daily, the Georgia pines really are just as beautiful as you can imagine, when I order REGULAR ice tea they give me sweet tea (which still hasn't grown on me), and all the houses with classic wrap-around porches make me swoon and I can easily picture myself sitting there watching the kids and the dog in the green yard with no fences. Plus, almost every radio station is country music.. What do I want to listen to today? Classic country? Contemporary country? A wonderful mix of both? The street lights hang on a thick wire and they swing around in the wind, when the posted speed limit is 65, everyone drives 60 (amazingly, even me!), there is literally a Waffle House on every corner and everyone has their "usual" one where they are known, but there are only two Starbucks in town. There are drive-thru liquor stores, and yesterday I saw a Bar &amp;amp; Gas Station together, but no liquor is sold on Sundays. Contradictory? Nah, just Southern. Oh, and today I had to call a bakery to order a cake (for a secret mission, to be explained later) and asked if they do champagne cakes. The lady replied, "Champagne? Nah. But we can draw beer bottles." Only in Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of that... Current News time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;Obama Says He Will Raise Pay for Troops:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009...nefits-troops/"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009...nefits-troops/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WASHINGTON -- President Barack Obama says he wants to raise the pay of America's fighting forces and improve health care and benefits for veterans.&lt;br /&gt;The president also says he will soon announce a way to responsibly end the war in Iraq and a new path for the war in Afghanistan. Defense and foreign policy were a small part of Obama's first address to Congress on Tuesday that focused on the economic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Obama did not give specifics, but he said his new budget proposal for next year will provide for an expansion of the armed forces and increases in their pay and benefits.&lt;br /&gt;Obama says his plan to close the Guantanamo Bay prison will make the country stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Obama says he will also seek what he calls swift and certain justice for terrorists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Believe it or not? If this actually happens, I'll admittedly have to give him props and thank him for seeing something that is long overdue. But, I still don't understand his thought process behind closing Guantanamo Bay. "Make the country stronger?" How so? I would love to see another article backing that up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7783882740063206071?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7783882740063206071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-south.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7783882740063206071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7783882740063206071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-south.html' title='Only in the South!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-729506492863303188</id><published>2009-02-27T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:34:22.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katelyn has FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>Drew got home early yesterday so we went tanning and played tennis. While we were playing tennis, Bryce, a guy we met at a Superbowl party this year walked up to us and gave Drew a study guide for Airborne school. At the party, Drew had expressed an interest in Airborne and the guys talked about all the qualifications, etc. Bryce had attempted to qualify awhile back, and still had all the materials. He must have seen us playing tennis, so walked up and gave Drew the book. Bryce is leaving Fort Benning this week and being relocated, and was having a going-away dinner last night with all the people from the dog park. He invited us, too, and of course, I was ecstatic and wanted to go. Drew had the opposite feelings and didn't want to go out, but he finally agreed to tag along. The dinner was at El Vaquero Mexican Restaurant, and the first time we had mexican food since we've been here. Its weird not having mexican restaurants on every corner like in California. &lt;div&gt;The dinner went very well and was so fun. I'm really starting to get close to a girl named Kirby that I see at the dog park every night. She is awesome, and we are exactly alike. Her and her husband, who is away at Ranger school right now, got married after they dated only a couple times. They have two dogs, an Italian Greyhound named Bailey, and a beautiful Weimeraner named Major. Its funny how a LOT of the dogs at the park are named Major, or something related with the Army. Thats how you know you are in a military town. One of my friends, Jessica, is getting a Great Dane puppy today and are naming him Rugar. I wish Drew and I could have thought of a more creative name for Brody, but Drew would have never agreed to an Army related name. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I met Amanda at Starbucks and we sat and talked for an hour before she had to go to work. She is quitting her job the child care place, because she is disgusted with how unprofessional they are with the kids. She said its so bad that, when she has kids, she will be an overprotective mother when it comes to her kids' daycare. It really scares me how you can barely trust any child care, elder care, or any establishment of that nature these days. I turned in an application for her job last week, so am assuming they will call me if they lose her, which I'll turn down. I would not be able to stand working in that environment, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight the apartment complex is having Advanced tennis lessons, and I'm thinking about checking it out. Our neighbor across the hall goes every week and loves it. Drew and I played tennis with him about a month ago, and he said I'm good enough to be in the advanced group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also am going to see if we have enough money for me to go on a 24-hour women's retreat with our church in March. Stephanie, someone who I have become very close with at church and is also in our finance class, said I should go and share a room with her. I'll call the church today and see if they still have room, and if they do I'll have to scrounge up ninety dollars from somewhere. I'm sure God will provide, especially for something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, life is heavenly right now. I'm in much better spirits than I was just a few days ago. God is good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that you should never meet your heroes, who are your heroes and, given the opportunity, would you ever meet them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't look up to any celebrities or people I don't know as heroes, they are more like role models or influences. All my heroes are family, and friends, that I know and love. Specifically, Drew, my parents, grandparents, and my cousin Justin. All for different reasons. And I have a new level of respect and gratitude for the all the troops, because I've seen their demeanor and how humble they are about what they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-729506492863303188?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/729506492863303188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/katelyn-has-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/729506492863303188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/729506492863303188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/katelyn-has-friends.html' title='Katelyn has FRIENDS!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8780240347458279164</id><published>2009-02-26T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:24:32.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Requests &amp; Other Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Top 5 Things We Brought With Us to Georgia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Our GPS Navigation, affectionately referred to as Gina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Drew's camping heater. We keep it in the bathroom and turn it on in the mornings while we get ready. Its wonderful stepping out of the shower into a warm bathroom =) Oh, and because of that we haven't had to use the apartment heater for over a month, and our utility bill has been so low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Drew's laptop, for obvious reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 5-piece luggage set &amp;amp; rolling makeup bag, which I use daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Our Uggs. They were made for Georgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night before finance class Drew and I went to PetsMart to get Brody food, chew toys, cologne, and dental care products. He has gone through a 40 lb bag of puppy food in a month, consistently destroys chew toys within the first day of getting them, farts so bad it stinks up the house, and has the breath to perfectly compliment those farts. So, just in case you were wondering why we bought what we did, there you go. I make him sound lovely, don't I? He really is precious, but all that is what you get with a bulldog. Ugh. He is sitting next to me right now shredding his new rope toy, but at least it keeps him away from our shoes for a day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Brody to the vet two days ago to get Frontline and heartworm preventative, and to weigh him. I have been weighing him every three weeks since we got him. He started out at 28 lbs, then went up to 36 lbs, and now he is 44 lbs. Very consistent. Now, when I stand him up on his back legs to dance with me, his head comes up to my stomach. Drew thinks its hilarious that Brody will be taller than me in a couple months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed a pattern over the last few weeks, and last night confirmed it. Drew and I become extremely irritable towards each other the night before he is set to leave for the field again. I think we become so stressed out over it that we take it out on each other, subconsciously. We always make sure that he leaves on good terms, but just leading up to that is difficult. Its an interesting observation, and we finally agreed last night to notice when its happening and fix it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew called me this morning and said his unit is actually not heading out to the field until tomorrow, so tonight will be "Night Before Leaving: Take Two." Last night, he was dying for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's but we didn't have time, so when he gets home today I'll take him to get his ice cream. We love having an actual Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's store here in Columbus, which is coincidentally right across from the Starbucks. Heaven on Earth =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went tanning and to the gym yesterday! I'm finally taking advantage of our free membership. My goal is to lose a little bit of weight before I go home in April. Its only about a month and a half away. Drew MAY be able to get leave to go with me (prayers please!!), and if he does he is determined to start working out more before he goes home as well. Because, as you know, Army physical training isn't enough... Psh. I will never understand him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a huge prayer request, if whoever reads this could keep it on your mind. My cousin's 6 month old baby girl, Ellie, is having some serious medical problems and needs to go in for more testing within the next few weeks. I have been receiving updates from my mom only through text messaging, so I don't know the exact condition, but apparently Ellie's urine may be flowing backwards and causing severe bacteria in her kidneys. The testing process for the condition is really a big ordeal, so just getting through that will be a big step. Please, please keep Ellie and my family in your prayers. I wish I could be at home during this time, as the two babies in my extended family have become everything to me since they were born last year. Thank you in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QOTD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have four unexpected guests showing up for dinner in less than an hour, you haven't been to the store in days, and you want to impress them with a delicious meal. What do you serve them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Skillet Herb-Roasted Chicken w/ Garlicky cream sauce. I threw it together for myself the other day and it was SO easy and yummy. And its made up of the ingredients I ALWAYS have on hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDZL1f7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Ngcy3jYwgbw/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDZL1f7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Ngcy3jYwgbw/s320/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307142574458634162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDVZ0l0I/AAAAAAAAACM/iTkiV8FuT2U/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDVZ0l0I/AAAAAAAAACM/iTkiV8FuT2U/s320/Photo+55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307142573443553090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDVZ0l0I/AAAAAAAAACM/iTkiV8FuT2U/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDJi-hqI/AAAAAAAAACE/lYU0jkeXQ3M/s1600-h/Photo+60.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDJi-hqI/AAAAAAAAACE/lYU0jkeXQ3M/s1600-h/Photo+60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDJi-hqI/AAAAAAAAACE/lYU0jkeXQ3M/s320/Photo+60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307142570260727458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8780240347458279164?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8780240347458279164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-requests-other-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8780240347458279164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8780240347458279164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-requests-other-ramblings.html' title='Prayer Requests &amp; Other Ramblings'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SabCDZL1f7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Ngcy3jYwgbw/s72-c/Photo+47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7835673622898933367</id><published>2009-02-25T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:24:25.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Really Works!!</title><content type='html'>So much for continuing my last blog. When Drew got home on Monday, he was covered in dirt and had not taken a shower for the five days out in the field. He literally stunk up the entire house! Of course, he thought it was funny. Finally he took a shower and I started a HUGE load of camouflage colored laundry I could have sworn would break the washer. When he was fresh, clean, and had sprayed on his Chocolate-scented Axe (my fav!), I agreed to be seen with him in public and we headed to Atlanta Bread Company, which has become our absolute favorite food place in town. We go every once in awhile to celebrate a homecoming from the field, and considering the money I saved throughout the week, I thought we could splurge for once. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we ate, we went to see Tyler Perry's "Madea Goes to Jail." One of my favorite movies is "Diary of a Mad Black Woman," and ever since I saw it I have grown to love all of Tyler Perry's movies. This new one is no different. Drew and I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Monday night, we ate pizza at the house and watched The Bachelor... my guilty pleasure of television. Melissa is going to win next week, for sure. She has been my favorite all along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, Monday was perfect. Absolutely perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, the most amazing thing happened, and God showed Himself to me yet again. I was cleaning out the hutch in our kitchen, and found a bag with all our wedding cards from my family. I was in the mood to reminisce, and started reading all of them and missing home. Then, as I opened one of the cards from my cousin and his family, $40 fell out of it. Apparently when we had received the card, we put it and the money back in the envelope for safe keeping, and forgot about it. I said prayer of praise to God, and continued opening the cards. As I opened the next card from my Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle, a check for $200 fell out!! I stood there with my mouth open for the next few moments, not believing what had just happened. Miracles happen at the most unexpected times. Tomorrow I need to call my aunt and make sure they can still afford for me to take the money out of their account, considering they wrote the check over seven months ago. Last week at our finance class, we were told that PRAYER REALLY WORKS and to turn to God and He will provide. I cannot wait to tell this story tonight in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew just got home from work, and is preparing to go out in the field for the next six days tomorrow. Signing off until tomorrow, so I can spend this quality time with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7835673622898933367?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7835673622898933367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-really-works.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7835673622898933367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7835673622898933367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-really-works.html' title='Prayer Really Works!!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-320693345954690298</id><published>2009-02-23T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:39:14.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Continued...</title><content type='html'>I am amazed at the responses I received from my blog about Hopegivers. I still have no clue how you both found me, but praise God, as you have been an encouragement. To the anonymous care giver of M.A. Thomas, my apologies for my mistake (and possibly a few others) about the facts of the situation. I guess in my haste to write my feelings about the message, I twisted a few of the facts, but thank you for clearing that up. My prayers will be with Dr. Thomas, his family, and everyone surrounding them during this time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew and I have been actively tithing to the Church and making it a steady part of our budget, and I have seen God work through that, by providing us all our necessities. When Drew left for field training last week, we had barely anything to eat, and no more budgeted for groceries. Drew told me I could take some money out of the "Army supplies/gear" envelope and use it for food. That has been four nights ago, and I have yet to go the the store or spend one penny on food, because each night I have been able to find random items to throw together and make pretty good meals for myself. I know Drew will come home and see the barren kitchen, and think that I've been starving myself all week. I have never been one to be able to make a meal out of scraps, but God has given me this newfound ability to cook! Finally! Praise Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeek Drew just walked in the door!!!! He's back three days early. Signing off, for now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-320693345954690298?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/320693345954690298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-continued.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/320693345954690298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/320693345954690298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-continued.html' title='To Be Continued...'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-2613150267409297997</id><published>2009-02-22T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:33:57.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craigslist SCAM.</title><content type='html'>Craigslist scam really TICKS me off! I posted about 6 ads 2 weeks ago, and 90% of the responses I have received have just been [attempted] scams. I love craigslist, because it really works, but its such a shame to have to fight off scam with absolutely everything you do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beware of responses like this, as I have received:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for your quick response, I am quite satisfied with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;condition of the item and price.Am very much interested in buying the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;item from you  and I would like to make an outright purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;immediately so I will advice that you withdraw the advert from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;web. I don't mind adding $50 for you to do that. I will be paying with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a certified bank check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Furthermore my mover will be coming over for the pick up as I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;might not be available to come for the pick up myself  but am OK with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the information from the ad. I will need the following information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;details to make payment arrangement done asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1,Your full name to be on the Payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2,Your mailing address including zip code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3,Your phone number both land and mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be awaiting your response which should entail these information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was your day i will like you to know i saw the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture of your good on the ads and i am very okay by it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will like to know if you still have it available for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sale . Hope to hear from you soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have an idea: I'm going to start a scam business, only I'll be smart about it and actually write in good, literate English. I could make millions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll pitch the idea to Drew, just in case we get desperate =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-2613150267409297997?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2613150267409297997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/craigslist-scam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2613150267409297997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2613150267409297997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/craigslist-scam.html' title='Craigslist SCAM.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-5898557126264135349</id><published>2009-02-22T14:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:01:31.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Perfect Love has no Fear"</title><content type='html'>Its 2:45 pm right now, and this it the first time today I've been on the computer, so that in itself is an accomplishment. It means that I've been out doing something!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to church this morning, and they had a special guest speaker, Dr. Samuel Thomas, who is the president of &lt;a href="http://www.hopegivers.org/"&gt;Hopegivers International&lt;/a&gt;, a Christian-based orphan and abandoned children rescue in India. I didn't know this, but the founder of the organization, Dr. M.A. Thomas (Samuel's father) is currently in the Assisted Living home on our church grounds. He is in very bad health, and they are trying to stabilize him enough to fly home to India where he can live out his remaining time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Thomas gave his amazing testimony and a message that really hit home for me. This man has spent his life witnessing and surviving severe persecution by officials in India, and still has so much faith and dedication to his ministry and God. He has lived through twenty assassination attempts against him, and even an ad in the Newspaper offering $75,000 to the person who brought his head on a platter to the officials. That was in September '06. Anyway, his message was all about not living in fear, and putting all trust in God, because He will handle anything life has to throw at you. "A perfect love has no fear." You just need to take all your fears to the altar and lay them down at God's feet and give everything to Him. I was so uplifted after the sermon, and the stress I've had about our finances seemed to disappear. Drew and I have been praying every night about our finances and other situations, and there is no doubt in my mind that we will pull through this and God will provide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and here is my written promise... In the future, when Drew and I are financially straight, I will be a sponsor to one of those orphan agencies, like Hopegivers or Compassion. Freshman year, I (ok, well my parents' because I theoretically never paid) used to sponsor a little boy from Nicaragua through Compassion and it really is an amazing thing. I am such a sucker for things like that, and today almost started crying when I knew I couldn't add anything to the donation plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neighbor upstairs has been telling me about a place called Flat Rock Park here in Columbus, that is a big wooded area with lakes, campsites, creeks, hiking trails, etc. She is an avid walker (which probably explains why I haven't gone with her, I think she'd kick my butt) and goes there quite often. Drew and I have made Sundays our walking/exploring Columbus day, so I thought I'd carry that on today even with him gone. The park is only about a mile from our apartment, and is so beautiful. I took Brody with me, of course, and he loved it too. We conquered the Beginner 3 mile hiking path, and now he is sound asleep (and snoring) on the couch. I'm sure I have at least an hour of quiet time now. Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took pictures on my phone of the park. Can you believe this is all practically in our back yard? I think I'm the luckiest person ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GZ4k_aI/AAAAAAAAABk/OFfvKXuP-Sk/s1600-h/georgia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GZ4k_aI/AAAAAAAAABk/OFfvKXuP-Sk/s320/georgia3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305722057162816930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GRkfhFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jI2e8ixwWAE/s1600-h/georgia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GRkfhFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jI2e8ixwWAE/s320/georgia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305722054931088466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GU899NI/AAAAAAAAABU/VrJUsfj-b44/s1600-h/georgia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GU899NI/AAAAAAAAABU/VrJUsfj-b44/s320/georgia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305722055839053010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you could be an expert in any one field, which one would you choose?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veterinary medicine/Animal behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-5898557126264135349?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5898557126264135349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-love-has-no-fear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5898557126264135349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/5898557126264135349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-love-has-no-fear.html' title='&quot;A Perfect Love has no Fear&quot;'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SaG2GZ4k_aI/AAAAAAAAABk/OFfvKXuP-Sk/s72-c/georgia3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7480136434728349306</id><published>2009-02-21T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:12:36.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><content type='html'>Last night I met up with that girl I mentioned in my last blog. Her name is Amanda, and she lives about 20 minutes away from us in Phenix City. She and her husband rent a really cute house with land, so they can have their two big labs, a cat, and a pig! I wish Drew and I had looked into renting a house, but I love our apartment, so I'm not complaining. Amanda texted me while I was at the dog park and said they were having people over to play poker, and invited me if I felt comfortable. My first thought, as my new introverted and shy self, was that I didn't want to go by myself, but I forced myself to get over any fear and told her I'd be there.&lt;div&gt;When I got there, she and a friend met me outside and we all clicked right off the bat. It was the biggest relief I have ever felt. There were a total of three married couples there, and me, but I never felt out of place. The girls and I made some margaritas and played poker with everyone. I told everyone I KINDA knew how to play, but of course, I was the first one out. I sat there and watched the rest of the game, and had an amazing time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the first game was over, they were planning on starting another one, but I was at my 4-hour limit of Brody being locked in his crate, and had to go. When I got home, Amanda texted me to say that she had a great time and we should meet up again within the next week. I did a little dance with Brody in celebration, and went to bed. Since when has meeting new friends become like dating? I seriously feel so elated, like I'm in a new relationship or something. haha. Guess I shouldn't tell Drew that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I shouldn't tell Drew... is that I've been letting Brody sleep with me while he has been gone. I absolutely hate being alone at night, and every night while I'm trying to go to sleep, my mind races and makes up crazy scenarios about people sneaking into the apartment to get me. I'm confident that in that case, Brody would protect me, but then it dawned on me... If he's locked in his crate, what good is that going to do? The bad guy would just laugh at him! So thats it, Brody is with me. Completely legitimate reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem, is, Brody has horrible gas. And he snores louder than my dad, who I never thought could be beat. His farts are the definition of silent, but deadly. He has almost run me out of the room twice per night while I'm trying to go to sleep. And to top it off, he is a big, clingy baby that insists on being practically attached to me at every second while he's sleeping. This morning I woke up with his head on top of mine, snoring and content as can be. Throughout my entire life, I have always wanted a big, cuddly dog, and the last time I tried for that I ended up with a Siberian Husky that doesn't want anything to do with affection. Now, I'm convinced that God has a sense of humor and is looking down on my saying, "Be careful what you ask for!" Thanks, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can proudly say that I have not spent one penny since Drew left Thursday morning. I have cooked myself skillet chicken with creamy sauce over rice, spaghetti, and now I have chicken thawing for a chicken sandwich later on. I'm only eating dinner, with a couple NutriGrain bars to get me through the day. I just ate my last bar though, so I think I'll have to switch to EasyMac the rest of the week. And last night was the first time I've driven my car in four days, so I still have a full tank of gas. Instead of driving, I've been walking Brody to the mailbox and around the complex. You know, maybe this budgeting and being broke thing isn't such a bad idea. I'll lose weight, at least... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a beautiful, bright, sunny day. I have our windows open for once and am letting the apartment be lit with sunlight only. Its really gorgeous. I should take Brody out for a walk, but of course, he is sleeping on top of me right now. I actually have the laptop resting on his head. He makes a great lap desk. Maybe when he wakes up I'll make the most of the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite flavor of Ice Cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Half Baked!! GRR why did I answer that? Now I really want to go to Winn Dixie and stare at their unbelievable selection of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. Its the next best thing to spending money for one. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7480136434728349306?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7480136434728349306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7480136434728349306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7480136434728349306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be Careful What You Wish For'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7607576253121604170</id><published>2009-02-20T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:25:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I left myself in California.</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this in a very discouraged state-of-mind, so bear with me. I feel discouraged about myself as a wife and dog momma. I feel like I'm going into a mild state of depression, but I still feel happy and content with my life in general, and I'm fully aware that that sounds crazy. I don't know how best to explain it... I guess its that I feel blessed beyond belief with with what God has given me. I'm in the deep south where I've wanted to live my entire life, I have the most amazing husband that is even better than the dream guy I always had pictured in my head. Not only is he the best husband, but he is literally the most genuine and best person I have ever known. Together, we have the cutest apartment I've ever seen in the most gorgeous part of the country, and a puppy who is absolutely perfect and makes us laugh every day. So, why is it that I realize and understand what I have, yet I continually fail to make the most of all of it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only two (well three, including Brody) of us living in 1200 sq. ft. and it is impossible for me to keep it clean! I do laundry, dishes, and vacuum every day, but even when I'm done I feel like it is all cluttered. I so wish that I had some kind of interior decorating skills. My house can be sparkling clean, but I never feel that way because none of our furniture matches, there are no decorations or pictures on the wall, and things just look awkwardly placed in their designated spot. The only thing that feels like "home" is the fireplace mantle, with candles, wedding pictures, and a big framed horse picture hanging on the wall. I look at it and feel content, but then I turn my head and am discouraged. I would have the ability and encouragement to fix everything, but we are so broke that we can barely afford food, let alone curtains, pictures, and various fixtures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does everyone except me have the natural ability to keep a house clean and homey? I babysat the neighbors upstairs' little boy last week. They have the same exact floor plan as us, but as soon as I stepped in I felt like a loser. Everything was so perfect, and decorated, and their sunroom (where we just have random ugly furniture that we don't use) was an adorable little playroom for the baby, with a train set table and his own little chair &amp;amp; tv stand. SO cute and I'm admittedly so jealous. Even the baby's room was clean, with all the toys in their own bucket. I can't even keep track of Brody's dog toys! The little boy, Greyer, is absolutely precious and I had a great time with him. I hope I can babysit more often for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My self-discouragement only gets deeper when I think of having kids in the future. I long for a family, but how will I ever keep up with a baby when I can't even keep up with us as a couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads to Brody's potty training. He's been with us for over two months now and is STILL peeing in the house about once every two days. I have him on a schedule to eat, go out and poop, play, poop, sleep, eat, etc... and right when everything is going awesome he'll look at me and pee on the carpet. Urgh. Drew and I can't leave for more than 4 hours at a time, because Brody can't hold his pee that long yet. Twice in the past week we have been out too long and have come home to poop smeared all over the bottom of the crate and Brody sitting in it. We haven't really been able to enjoy any of our "Dinner &amp;amp; a Movie" date nights, because we fight over who is going to clean the cage when we get back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't ever get mad at Brody, though, and Drew gets mad at me for coddling with him, but he is seriously all I have at this point. I want to make friends, I want to go out and DO STUFF with SOMEONE. I've realized how socially awkward I am and for some reason I act so weird and introverted around new people. There is a large group of about 15 residents that meet at the dog park every night and let our dogs burn off some energy while we chat. The group is made up of mostly young army wives like myself, and we all get along great, but they have all known each other longer and my quiet self kind of gets left out. They always talk about meeting up at each others' apartments and going out for dinner, but they have yet to ask for my phone number. I'm not having a pity party for myself, because overall its my fault for not making myself known. To anyone who is reading this... I really AM a fun, outgoing, and crazy person. I am funny, sarcastic, giddy, like to dance and embarrass myself... WHY did that person stay in California? I think it stayed with my best friend and didn't want to come to Georgia. I wish Danielle would come and visit and bring the old me with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined a MeetUp group on meetup.com that is for Army Wives in the area. It is really and awesome idea and concept, but I think I am the only one without a baby. Therefore, most of the meetups are "playdates" for the little kids, and the rest of the meetups are "adult only" at the bars... which I can't get into! AAARGH. I can't win. I did finally come into contact with another 20 year old army wife who sounds awesome. We have been texting back and forth and are planning on meeting up later this week. Her husband is 22, so it would be nice to go on double dates. Right when everything seemed perfect with that, she mentioned that her husband is a Sergeant, which Drew freaked out about because he is only a Private and feels inferior, so it would be awkward. Ok babe, nevermind. Bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my criteria for a friend at this point: My age, brand new to the military, not married to anyone over E-3, no kids, extremely social to override my quietness, doesn't constantly talk crap about their husband, not an alcoholic. Hmm.. any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top everything off, Drew basically hates it here. He is more homesick than I am, and he really, really does not like the Army. I know its only because he is brand new and feels like he is overpowered by everyone he comes across, and it will get better. I have to stay strong for him and get him through this. Every single one of his friends have told me how Drew is the best soldier out there, and everyone admires him. I wish Drew could see that and understand that. He is amazing and I love him, and I love it HERE. I really do. Drew is my hero and I could never thank him enough for getting me where I am today, because even through all the trials I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. And yes, I do tell him that every day... Maybe he'll start to believe me eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its tough on a man who feels like he cannot provide for his family. Our budget and financial situation weighs on his mind 24/7 and it kills him to know that he can't just work overtime, or take a part time job, to help us. I can't even explain how hard of a worker he is. He is always looking for odd jobs to do around the house. I wish I had a supernatural bank account that I could reach into and give him every penny he deserves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned in two more applications this week at child care places that I heard were hiring. Please pray that I hear back from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for the rant. But, I do feel better. I'll be even happier 2.5 seconds after posting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7607576253121604170?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7607576253121604170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-writing-this-in-very-discouraged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7607576253121604170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7607576253121604170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-writing-this-in-very-discouraged.html' title='I left myself in California.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7978193893833222092</id><published>2009-02-20T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:05:21.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 About Me's.</title><content type='html'>1- Over the past 2 months that Drew and I have lived in Georgia, I have realized that I'm really NOT good at meeting new people. Up until this point in my life, I always thought I was a fairly outgoing, social person. This has been a true test and I feel like I have failed. Everyone here is SO nice and I love everyone, but for some reason I can't get comfortable. I guess that just comes with time, and I'm totally committed to really, really making friends for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Music is my sanctuary. I love anything and everything... From classic rock to girly pop, country to hardcore. But I'm always partial to country =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - 6 years after I first tried it, I am STILL addicted to Chai. I can't go long without my Venti Chai Latte w/ No Water. And when I don't feel like driving to Starbucks, I have Tazo Chai Mix in the refrigerator waiting for me. And Target sells it cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I still dream like a little girl about being a Trackside Veterinarian for race horses in Kentucky. Man, I really should have pursued veterinary school when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - I still feel like I'm in a dream when I think about my life. I hate to sound cliche, which is why I don't say that much. I'm definitely doing way better than I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - I absolutely adore babies, toddlers, kids, babysitting, etc. Drew and I have decided to wait to have kids, but every time I see one I long for one. And I have a new obsession with baby things, such as clothes and cool toys. Oh and to make it worse, practically everywhere I go on post has little boy ACU's and shirts that say "My daddy is my hero" or "Daddy's Little Soldier". OH MY GOSH. Love Love Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Every day I miss the good days with Anna Karlik. I miss being crazy, and not caring what other people thought. I still laugh when I think about breaking Chad Lantz's spatula, or yelling "FIDO" out the car window, or my mom saying "That car is really horny!" to the honking car in the Starbucks parking lot, or Anna sneaking into the career convention only to get kicked out by the school officials, or singing SHOW ME YO BOOTYHOLE at the top of our lungs, or wearing our Camelot Park wristbands for weeks &amp;amp; hoping someday we would use them again to get on the go karts for free. And most of all I miss writing on our Xangas at the end of each day about what funny things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - I NEVER used to cook, but since we've been in Georgia I have really made an effort to teach myself... And SURPRISE! I'm dang good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Although I now eat and cook healthy foods, I will always be a fast food junkie at heart =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - I have a fetish with a ton of random and quirky things. To name a few: Toe socks, llamas, the Chik-fil-A cows that say "Eat More Chikin!", bumper stickers, horse racing, loose change, funny street signs, and names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - I CANNOT STAND: guys who are tools, annoying girls (annoying has many sub categories as well), ignorance, blatant stupidity, gangsters who think they are cool in their crappy cars on 20" chrome rims, American "citizens" who cannot speak English, and people who do not respect authority. I am NOT in the least bit racist. There are people like that in ALL ethnicities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - If given the opportunity, I could watch reruns of The Office and Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - Someday I'm going to get back into a law enforcement career. I really want to be a crime scene technician, because I LOVE mystery, detective work, and gore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - I absolutely swear by Bare Minerals makeup and think everyone should use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - I didn't go to my 7th or 8th grade Winter Gala because I refused to wear a dress. Freshman year I stopped being such a tomboy and went to the formal in a nice long gown. By junior year, I finally got a fancy, super short dress that I sported to prom. But even now, my idea of dressing up is a nice top, jeans, and heels. I barely EVER wear a skirt or dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - Up until a year ago, I NEVER EVER cussed. Then I started on this downhill slide and now I really have to watch my mouth, and I hate that about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - Speaking of that downhill slide, I also learned that getting drunk is SO overrated. Now, I'm married, and have discovered the WONDERFUL calming effect ONE margarita, glass of wine, or hookah will provide =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - I have started an online Blog on blogger.com that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - God gave me the best family anyone could ever ask for. All my friends agree that my parents are the best, and I pray that I will do at least half as good a job at raising my kids. My brother is the coolest kid ever and I'm so proud of him. My grandparents are my heroes, each in a different way. All of my aunts &amp;amp; uncles have had such a positive impact in my life, and they gave me ALL my cousins, who have each been my best friends and/or the very best role models that I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - Growing up, my best friend Linsey and I practically lived in a big tree in front of my house. We set up a swing, and played house with our American Girl dolls. We even carved the names of ALL the boys we liked throughout the years, and our phone numbers, and messages to each other. Our entire lives from 3rd - 7th grade was documented in that tree, which is still in front of the house. Someday I'm going to drive by and if it looks like no one is home I'll climb up and see if it is all still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 - I absolutely hate being on bad terms with anyone, no matter how mad I was at them at one point. I don't hold grudges, but I DO recognize when someone isn't good in my life, and I'll cut contact with them if need be. You go your way, I'll go mine. No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - As I'm looking around at my apartment, I desperately wish I had interior decorating skills... or at least CLEANING skills. Anything to make it look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 - I am NOT an emotional person. At all. My best friend seriously believes I don't have tear ducts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 - One thing I hate about myself is how much I care about what people think of me &amp;amp; my life. I wish I could just live for my life without being influenced by what other people will think, or say what I want to without worrying about making enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 - Most importantly, I am a Christian and have given all of myself to God. I have tried to just give Him parts of me in the past, and I was not fulfilled and was not happy. I have lived and learned, and now strive to make myself a stronger Christian and overall a better wife, friend, daughter, role model, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7978193893833222092?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7978193893833222092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-about-mes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7978193893833222092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7978193893833222092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-about-mes.html' title='25 About Me&apos;s.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-7647641833097526745</id><published>2009-02-19T12:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:53:10.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you doing to save money during this economic downslide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything and everything! We are taking &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.daveramsey.com"&gt;F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;inancial Peace University&lt;/a&gt; by Dave Ramsey, which is helping us out a lot, and really opening our eyes to the financial myths that are out there. We have adopted the "envelope method", where we allocate a certain amount of cash per week for food, gas, etc, and put that amount in separate envelopes. When its gone, its gone! Drew is gone this week, so I don't feel obligated to cook and will be living off Top Ramen. We also paid off three credit cards with Drew's sign on bonus!! Only a couple more to go, and we are planning on selling Drew's jeep. Anyone know of someone wanting to buy a really nice 1991 Jeep Wrangler? I also put about 10 ads up on craigslist. If its in our house and not nailed to the ground, its for sale! I think Brody is worried that he's next... ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What challenges in life have you conquered and emerged from a better person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE breakup 3 years ago. If you know me, you know what I'm talking about. Initially I did not emerge a better person, and rather became the opposite and completely let myself go and fall away from God. But, now, I've learned from all those mistakes and am back and better than ever. I really feel that I can truly worship and give God all of myself, without anything holding me back now. Before I went through those challenges, I was naive and didn't know what I was being saved from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Released... Must-See Movies Before You Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://shopping.aol.com/articles/2008/08/08/10-movies-to-see-before-you-die/"&gt;AOL News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Godfather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titanic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star Wars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Naked Gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK... Out of all those I've seen Titanic and Batman Begins. And I thought I've seen practically every movie. Apparently I don't have any room to disagree with the list, but if I could make my own, it would include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the Titans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinderella Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's A Wonderful Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion of the Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laugh of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thank you Peggy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0O0wl_UaU8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0O0wl_UaU8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason this is so funny to me: One of my nicknames is Blinkie, because according to my Sophomore Geometry teacher, I blink more than anyone he had ever met. I blinked so much during his class, that it became distracting to him. Of course, with my luck, my best friend also happened to be in that class with me, and she took the liberty to tell everyone outside of class... And the nickname has stuck. Thank yoooou Mr. Tucker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I can't stand Pelosi... I think I have found my twin. Lord help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-7647641833097526745?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7647641833097526745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7647641833097526745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/7647641833097526745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff-of-day.html' title='Stuff of the Day.'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4141311463595158761</id><published>2009-02-19T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:08:29.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My posts have been MIA lately, because I've kept them private.  I had one long rant about the military life, and now I'm over it and feel better. But, I just feel that stuff like that shouldn't be broadcasted to the whole world, and kept as personal issues.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Drew and I had an amazing first Valentine's Day together! We drove to Panama Beach, FL with Brody and spent the weekend there. It was amazing and beautiful. Brody absolutely LOVED the beach and was going crazy in the sand... Running, hopping, spinning, and chasing the waves. It was adorable. We found a dog friendly hotel, and Brody had his very own bed. He did so well the entire trip, and waited patiently for us in the room (without peeing or pooping!!) while we went out on our own. I have found a new obsession... Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville. It was AWESOME and I had the best chicken sandwich and chicken quesadillas I've ever tasted. That is quite an honor, considering I'm the chicken sandwich and quesadilla connoisseur! Drew had the "5 o'clock somewhere" margarita and said it was excellent. OKAY OKAY, I admit, I had a couple sips too, and I approve. I'll go back when I'm 21 and have one all to myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of being 21... the countdown is on! My birthday is April 28. I'm going back home to Bakersfield April 11-19 to spend time with my family and friends. I will be back in Georgia for my actual birthday, because Drew does NOT want me turning 21 without him. I really don't think he trusts me, although he would never admit that. Thats okay, though, because I'd rather spend that night under his supervision and safety. We are planning on going out to a couple choice bars (I have been actively looking for a country-western bar around here, which would be ideal), but nothing too crazy. I've been through my drinking days, and fully believe it is completely overrated. Now, I'd much rather stay [fairly] sober, play pool, dance, have the time of my life, and remember it all the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew is out in the field for the next 5-8 days, so its me and Brody on our own. I found a child care place that is hiring and am planning on stopping by to get an application later today. I have been SO stressed out about our finances lately, and I've decided to just swallow my pride and get a part-time job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody is waking up now and will need to go outside to pee... Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2Rc0Tex3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/X69oulj1iQM/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555860375029618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2RdL7gJqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HJjItuijZII/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2RdL7gJqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HJjItuijZII/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555866716907170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2RdL7gJqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HJjItuijZII/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2RdcwKDcI/AAAAAAAAABE/WjuAOq09ZvU/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2RdcwKDcI/AAAAAAAAABE/WjuAOq09ZvU/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2RdcwKDcI/AAAAAAAAABE/WjuAOq09ZvU/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555871232724418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4141311463595158761?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4141311463595158761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-posts-have-been-mia-lately-because.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4141311463595158761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4141311463595158761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-posts-have-been-mia-lately-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SZ2Rc0Tex3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/X69oulj1iQM/s72-c/IMG_1010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-2427035037357946209</id><published>2009-02-06T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:58:57.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>At 7 am this morning, Drew came running into the room, jumped on the bed, and woke me up yelling "I'm HOME!!! Woo hoo!!" Ok, YES I was excited that he was home super early. But, I'm not the happiest morning person to begin with, and when you wake me up early I'm just plain pissed off. So, that started a chain reaction of him being pissed off. Anyway, we both fell asleep and woke up again at 12:30! I never sleep past 9am, but subconsciously I must have known he was there and didn't want to get up without him. He said that was cute, so I earned brownie points and he wasn't mad at me anymore.&lt;div&gt;Brody, my 5 month old American Bulldog, is turning out to be the greatest dog ever. I have been putting all my time and effort into his training since we got him a month ago, and it is definitely paying off. For one, I'm keeping myself SANE by not sitting around all day feeling sorry for myself. Secondly, Brody and I have been able to develop a bond that I've never had with one of my dogs before. I'm so excited for him to grow up! He should get to approximately 115 pounds. American Bulldogs are such gentle giants, but when they need to protect, watch out. He will be the perfect companion for me to have while Drew is away. Right now he weighs 40 lbs, up 15 lbs from when I got him. He knows Sit, Down, Stay, Leave It, Drop It, and Go Potty. I'm a proud momma =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew and I are going to go see the new movie He's Just Not that Into You later today. I'm praying its not too much of a chick flick. This is supposed to be Drew's turn to pick the movie, but I begged and pleaded with him to go to this one. He'll kill me if its bad! Last week I chose to see Revolutionary Road and it was the most depressing move in the world. It could have been really good with a good story line, but for some unknown reason, any movie that is "Oscar Worthy" has to go off the deep end and leave you feeling suicidal by the time its over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie we will probably go to the hookah bar downtown. I have a new-found obsession with Hookah, haha. Drew bought me one last week as an early Valentine's Day present and now our apartment smells like strawberries. Yeah, I'm a dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I made homemade gnocchi and it was SO easy and SO good. Its totally worth sharing. Drew loved it and is begging me to make it again soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry potato flakes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(side note -- I went ALOT heavier on all the seasonings, and not all the flour was needed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place potato flakes in a medium-size bowl. Pour in boiling water; stir until blended. Let cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir in egg, salt, and pepper. Blend in enough flour to make a fairly stiff dough. Turn dough out on a well floured board. Knead lightly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Divide dough in half. Shape each half into a long thin roll, the thickness of a breadstick. With a knife dipped in flour, cut into bite-size pieces.&lt;br /&gt;4. Place a few gnocchi in boiling water. As the gnocchi rise to the top of the pot, remove them with a slotted spoon. Repeat until all are cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I covered them with regular spaghetti sauce, which was awesome. Next time I'll try alfredo sauce though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start a new QOTD from another blog I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION OF THE DAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must-See TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What television show do you never miss?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor and American Idol. I'm hooked on both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okey Dokey, Drew is wanting to go the store. Have a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-2427035037357946209?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2427035037357946209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2427035037357946209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/2427035037357946209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-4181954722195941909</id><published>2009-02-06T00:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:37:32.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting the hang of this. Its funny to me how someone who is so computer literate can be thrown for a loop when it comes to this new Blogging technology. I'm only 20 years old!!! How in the world can my computer knowledge already be outdated? Its time to kick that in the butt.&lt;div&gt;I'm laying in bed listening to my puppy snore. I swear, he sounds like a freight train. Its a good thing Drew doesn't snore, or I would have to buy some ear plugs. Drew is out in the field tonight so its just me and the pup. When Drew and I first got married, everyone constantly warned me about being prepared to not have him home. I knew the Army would take him away for deployments and what not, but I really didn't know about these month-long field training things that will keep him away for a total of 4 months out of the 9 months until he deploys. And I sure as heck didn't know I'd have to adjust to a new town and new apartment on my own. I'm not complaining, and if anyone can deal with having to be independent, its me. On the other hand, though, sometimes I feel like playing the, "Why didn't someone tell me??" card, but that just makes me look stupid, because I should have been prepared. When you are young and have your mind set on something, all warnings and advice go in one ear and out the other. I will never understand why people insist on learning the hard way, and I guess that statement is pretty ironic, considering I am the worst person EVER at that. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a not-so-happier note, I just have to vent for a second and ask, WHY IN THE WORLD ARE PEOPLE STILL OBSESSING OVER OBAMA?? He's not a savior, and he's not going to wave a magic wand and make all our troubles go away. Due to my extreme boredom with Drew being gone, I have been watching The View in the mornings. Good Lord is that a headache. This morning, Joy (ooooh she is like nails on a chalkboard) was complaining about all the negativity Republicans are saying about Obama. Umm hello?! What about what Democrats were saying about Bush, the last 4 years especially?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and here is a quote I saw from Ashley Judd today... "Women voting for Sarah Palin is like a chicken voting for Colonel Sanders." hmm.. No comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note note... Its late, and I'm going to bed. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-4181954722195941909?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4181954722195941909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4181954722195941909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/4181954722195941909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-this.html' title='Love this!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-6802823982764083336</id><published>2009-02-05T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:31:32.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Joking!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary (haha),&lt;div&gt;So this blogging thing is really proving to be harder to get into than I thought it would be. A million things go through my mind a day, and every time I think, "Today should be the day to start blogging," then when I actually get around to the computer I completely forget what I was going to write. I'm hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to use that website called Xanga ALL the time throughout high school. A couple months ago I went back to that ancient "blog" and read through a lot of my entries. It was a really cool experience. Good Lord how I have changed! I've been through hell and back since that last entry, and feel so much smarter and mature. Those were the good days, though, and I would love to go back and visit that time again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difference between then and now? Then, I was some love struck teen that thought that boy was THE ONE. Now, he is THE ONE who broke my heart and turned into a jerk. Then, I was goody goody two-shoes that never thought twice about doing anything "bad." Now, I've lived the party life, made mistakes I never would have seen myself making, and realized that entire life is completely overrated. Then, everyone loved me and I was the best friend someone could ask for, and 100% loyal. Now, I think back and see that I was gullible. I'm not proud to say that I've made enemies, and some people see me as hypocritical, which they have every right to think. I still care about what people think of me, but now I'll stick up for myself and be okay if others don't agree. Then, I was best friends with Anna &amp;amp; Katie, but they admittedly were replaced by Cody (aka "THE ONE [or not]").  Now, I see the ultimate mistake in leaving friends for a boy. The girls and I are still friends, but very distant. There is now my best friend Danielle, and my HUSBAND Drew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But perhaps the biggest difference... Then, I was stuck in this bubble and didn't know who I was. Now, I've broken out of that shell, lived my life, made my mistakes, and found MYSELF in the midst of chaos. I found this crazy side of me that meets a guy, falls madly in love, then runs off to Vegas 2 months later to get married. Yep, little Miss Goody Two-Shoes DID THAT. And I've never looked back. No regrets, just happily ever after. Too good to be true? Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being an Army Wife. I'm independent and secure, and can handle the time alone. As long as I have my Jesus and my dog, I can handle anything life has to throw at me. Well, and my wonderful hubby, of course! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-6802823982764083336?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6802823982764083336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-joking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/6802823982764083336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/6802823982764083336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-joking.html' title='Just Joking!'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042269.post-8533758358686662353</id><published>2009-01-21T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:44:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, Testing...</title><content type='html'>Bear with me, I just found this Blogger account that I had originally set up over 2 years ago and completely forgot about. Now I have the idea to start blogging, and am just figuring out how to get started.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the beginning of a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042269-8533758358686662353?l=cafilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8533758358686662353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8533758358686662353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8042269/posts/default/8533758358686662353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, Testing...'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104235508512278544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y40lShLd_As/SiVTZ-mB56I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iW5AdxoD_w8/S220/IMG_3519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
