tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67179992340971075872024-02-02T15:03:51.151-08:00SINGLETON LIVINGSIMPLE THOUGHTS OF A SIMPLE-MINDED SINGLE GALKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-70270101651523169142011-09-29T15:30:00.000-07:002011-09-29T15:30:20.646-07:00This is my confessionI don't know if this is the forum for this....but I think it's time. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5IjRqttuaC2cqhJfmHVJTEj-jin5utoWhDAvN5utdYuaP1QVmN2FOLS1xq5sZU_6KSqGKC1EUSQD4Sz392TyQay3yf0ctq6T2zT8AvJC0ULTw5Czdf4PtbK-EJpW89ySzCrnEFPlwes/s1600/281784_10150346424048623_713623622_9745493_3779738_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5IjRqttuaC2cqhJfmHVJTEj-jin5utoWhDAvN5utdYuaP1QVmN2FOLS1xq5sZU_6KSqGKC1EUSQD4Sz392TyQay3yf0ctq6T2zT8AvJC0ULTw5Czdf4PtbK-EJpW89ySzCrnEFPlwes/s320/281784_10150346424048623_713623622_9745493_3779738_n.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My sweet little friend Whitney moved to China a few weeks ago....so naturally my office needed to have a PD-Day. You know, professional development, aka "hang out and get to know each other during the work day" You know what I'm saying? How else would we send our girl off, but a trip to the fun park. We did a round of lazertag and while waiting for our bowling lane, we decided to take advantage of the arcade. Naturally, we got addicted to playing this game where you hit this button while it lights up a section and the section gets smaller and smaller as you go, and obviously the stakes get higher. 5...10...25...50....and jackpot. The jackpot was sitting at over 1,200 tickets. After spending a good 20 minutes and $10 on this game the majority of my office had wandered off, only to hear Whitney start to scream!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLsUG5nEpLkxWDyCDnNKP3ZumIeZ-ctmiy9H4wyVVz-JjZXYGW-88ZJmpxQ6qCZTb7xgnmkoh0fNcKJ-OJQ-Kf6ak6cXeYssW6DMIg_adcNa0OGp1hBgv59i81iLT_kqoXboHj0PTyBs/s1600/184127_10150346423953623_713623622_9745492_6958431_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLsUG5nEpLkxWDyCDnNKP3ZumIeZ-ctmiy9H4wyVVz-JjZXYGW-88ZJmpxQ6qCZTb7xgnmkoh0fNcKJ-OJQ-Kf6ak6cXeYssW6DMIg_adcNa0OGp1hBgv59i81iLT_kqoXboHj0PTyBs/s320/184127_10150346423953623_713623622_9745492_6958431_n.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">SHE HAD HIT THE JACKPOT! And 1,200+ tickets started spewing out of the machine. See, look at all those tickets!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I got so excited that I started jumping up and down and screaming. I then ditched my round of skee ball and started running over to her, and something happened. I don't know if it was the shock, the jealousy, the excitement, the blinking lights, but whatever it was, it forced me to pee my pants. I'm talking full on. How? Hey, I'm just as confused as you are. Obviously I didn't have a change of clothes and I knew if I told my office they would NEVER let me live it down. So, I did what any 28 year old girl that just peed their pants would do. I picked myself up by the boot straps, walked to the bathroom, did as much damage control as I could, called Lisa to laugh about it and continued on to my game of bowling. What other option did I have?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">How am I 28 and still getting that excited about 1,200 tickets? Agh, it feels good to come clean.</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-21107977825822508222011-08-29T12:12:00.000-07:002011-08-29T12:15:09.117-07:00In the Jugle....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzE8xl0Yik7QDoH-FMZry-RaLo7h5L3EVctrj5IQiugriUSGTqmPk96TOjBaCJAZVNVH2vaDgpWOGUYHsPazg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>I have been thinking a lot about my trip to Thailand recently. It's weird to say it, but I miss it. Truth be told, sometimes I feel homesick for it. I know I was only there for 2 weeks, but I fell in love with it. So, don't be surprised if I start sharing random stories as I think of them. Mostly I feel like it's a once in a lifetime vacation and I want to semi-document the stories. If you know me at all you know I would never fall under the category of "awesome record keeper" Sorry about that posterity....<br />
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When Lisa and I were getting ready for the trip and people would ask us what we were doing there we always said, "get massages, lots of shopping, and riding an elephant." Aren't we retarded? But seriously, those were our 3 goals of the trip and I'm happy to report, check, check, CHECK! <br />
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This video says it all doesn't it? Let me set up the clip for you. Imagine us asking this man a million questions to which he doesn't respond due to a language barrier. Lucky for us,we discover that he sings English, yes, just doesn't speak it. I got the camera out just in time. Imagine, lots of laughter and smiles passed around by the 3 of us.<br />
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Lisa sounds like an<strike> Angel</strike> doesn't she? It was a little pitchy dawg.<br />
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I still smile and laugh everytime I watch....Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-59897269050445470672011-08-22T13:42:00.000-07:002011-08-22T14:19:55.696-07:00Guess Who's Back....<div><span id="goog_1517867157"></span><span id="goog_1517867158"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">BUCKET LIST ITEMS COMPLETED:</span></strong></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tax refund well spent am I right?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little bid one eBay, a quick trip to AZ, and it was all mine....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm too old to fully enjoy a T-Pain Concert.....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm NEVER too old to celebrate my birthday at Classic Skating</td></tr>
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<strong>IN OTHER NEWS:</strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I cut off these luscious locks.....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Added another little nugget to the family, isn't he yummy?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And got this old girl married off, AKA, my very best friend. Wasn't she a pretty bride?</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">In summary, I'm happy. I'm still in SLC. I'm still addicted to Diet Coke. Some good things never change. XO.</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-22141527016829993882009-12-11T15:41:00.001-08:002009-12-11T15:49:43.354-08:00Who's Your Mommy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lZ5r933pBhxXNv4g91AoK3g2U-ZDitfeshsWDIBQoE1Vl3DTBKCxHpMpNRL_1iOs9ebrp9uAx0qWMao-lMLX9QhQV5q1a2xFGl8ZJzQmsAlOxk6Es51IZ1BtzfVR26vtQE2ZsL1dAWY/s1600-h/STP62343.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414128129789631890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lZ5r933pBhxXNv4g91AoK3g2U-ZDitfeshsWDIBQoE1Vl3DTBKCxHpMpNRL_1iOs9ebrp9uAx0qWMao-lMLX9QhQV5q1a2xFGl8ZJzQmsAlOxk6Es51IZ1BtzfVR26vtQE2ZsL1dAWY/s320/STP62343.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is my facebook profile picture right now. This is my friend Christin and I. I love this girl, her and I have been friends since college and for quite some time she has been my college bud, my travel partner and concert companion. We have been EVERYWHERE together. So naturally, everywhere we go everyone asks if we are twins/sisters/cousins etc. We usually go with it because its more fun than explaining that no, we are just friends that look alike. Honestly, we do kind of look alike, same coloring, she's 6'1'' I'm 5'10'', be both have blonde hair, apple cheeks and blue eyes...you know very Arian nation if you will. A few weeks ago I got a friendship request from someone I don't know staying:<br /><p>"A mother-daughter shot, I assume. Though, you seem to be carbon copies. Lol. Hi, I might be moving to Utah and just getting a head start on making friends. Cheers, Dany."</p><p>So, if Dany doesn't know me....and he doesn't know Christin....which one of us does he think is the mom of the mother-daughter shot? Please don't be me....<br /></p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-73908588873572086722009-12-07T15:02:00.000-08:002009-12-07T15:23:12.345-08:00Massage Parlor?Well, I'm back. I'm so lame. I have had so many funny things that I didn't document since the candle ordeal and now it's been so long that I don't think they are funny anymore. Lame.<br /><br />Anyways, in other happier news, Lisa got the postcard for this weekends 2 for 1 at Utah College of Massage Therapy, so naturally we signed up. I know you are thinking, Kate, you work full time and your are single, don't you just pay to go and get real massages? Nope, I'm too cheap. So off we went at 8 am to go stand in line with the other trashy/cheap people of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SLC</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">UCMT</span>. While we waited we were talking about if you would rather have a male or female and Lisa decided males because they are stronger. Luckily, fish got her wish and Lisa ended up with a male.... he was a tiny Hispanic man that couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs sopping wet. But don't worry, he assured her he could do a good job because he "has 2 months of experience under his belt." Perfect, no need to worry then. I ended up with Erica who looked like Sharon Osborn with the hair of Kate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Goslin</span>. Erica did a nice job besides the fact that she was really stingy with the lotion so at points I was worried my skin was going to come off the bone, and she kept doing this weird move on my legs where it felt like she was trying to scrape water off my calf and feet, like a quick sweeping motion. It was weird, I didn't like it. But for $12.50 for an hour massage what can you really expect?<br /><br />I got done first and as I was walking to the lobby feeling really good about my $12.50 experience when this random guy (he graduated from the program a few years ago and now does laundry for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">UCMT</span>....not sure if I am putting a lot of stock into this program) asked if me and my friend wanted to go again. Apparently they needed more people....so it turned into a 4 for 1 situation. Naturally I signed Lisa and I up for a round 2. This time I ended up with a great girl (who was liberal with the lotion) but my massage was extremely hard to enjoy due to the man next to me. If you have never been to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">UCMT</span> this might be hard to understand, but you aren't in rooms. You are pretty much in a giant room with curtains dividing. AKA, no talking. He was asking the girl, where she was from, how long she had been with the program, what do you want to do after etc.....and not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">whispering.</span> Also, it was extremely distracting because he made lots of noises, noises I would only expect to hear at a place called "Happy Ending Massage Parlor." Honestly, there couldn't have been more moaning, heavy breathing, and on several <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">occasions</span> he said, oh yeah, it hurts so good. It was gross. Then to top it off, he said, "Sorry about my belly noises, I had Greek for breakfast." At that point I opened my eyes and made eye contact with my massage therapist and she had to stop massaging because we were laughing too hard. <br /><br />All in all a quality <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">experience</span>.....and FYI the 2 for 1 goes again this weekend. Think about it.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-78492700306818161532009-09-16T15:47:00.000-07:002009-09-16T15:56:50.292-07:00I'm not myselfI really pride myself, I'm not a klutzy person. I don't trip on stuff, I don't break stuff, I don't run into things. Well, I didn't used to. I did the dumbest thing last night. Lisa and I had just gotten home from spinning and we were about to make dinner when I noticed the limes that I had forgotten that I had bought. In my excitement I reached over and grabbed the bag....which was underneath the candle warmer. As you can imagine the candle was which was completely melted went everywhere....and I mean everywhere.... I tried to catch it, but just wound up making it worse. It was all over my body, the floor, cupboard and door. Awesome.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvtuojny9WX81eEjwBGANAeZnJWetauiNRSrmwI5Jk7kgzh55WRW7Pe___KttAL0dGjXSZLbKE5bk4CW3mWtNiYAnNV7lg-SScxzpMrFgwmSGxd16LLKxIYJk3PP64tDFmEuezMt73Vw/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382201602194991378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvtuojny9WX81eEjwBGANAeZnJWetauiNRSrmwI5Jk7kgzh55WRW7Pe___KttAL0dGjXSZLbKE5bk4CW3mWtNiYAnNV7lg-SScxzpMrFgwmSGxd16LLKxIYJk3PP64tDFmEuezMt73Vw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMRRclvbuIoyURd0bN6a8VKii56ieSeo0KS0h3n2RYOSqFkO2V_ehSdxcOHWYsZrr9m-uWgVK6QK68wPjPhWNu9l9_Tww0eE2ICqjjWyDJddsieGNaAMzhc22K4vknOQ7JeVozRA5kIQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382201613340926242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMRRclvbuIoyURd0bN6a8VKii56ieSeo0KS0h3n2RYOSqFkO2V_ehSdxcOHWYsZrr9m-uWgVK6QK68wPjPhWNu9l9_Tww0eE2ICqjjWyDJddsieGNaAMzhc22K4vknOQ7JeVozRA5kIQ/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Luckily this was the second time this has happened so we were able to get right down to business. And since we had just gotten home from spinning we were in the best mood so we just scraped the wax off with pancake turners while singing an EXCELLENT rendition of "Shoop" By Salt and Peppa. "Here I go, here I go, here I go again....girls what's my weakness? Men! Ok then chillin, chillin, mindin my business....."<br /><br />I think it's time to find a new spot for the candle warmer....Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-26102055886164185092009-09-06T10:26:00.000-07:002009-09-06T10:28:54.520-07:00PSALast night when I was driving home from the movies I saw a disturbing license plate cover. On the back of the Nissan Sentra it read, "Who needs a man when I have cats?"<br /><br />Please don't let me turn into a crazy cat lady....please!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-47810248391601014702009-08-27T15:34:00.000-07:002009-08-27T15:59:24.493-07:00It's still in....After several discussions the verdict is in....apparently blogging is still in. Anyways, I have a couple stories to share:<br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>A</strong> couple weeks ago I was able to head back up to Logan for a wedding of my cute little friend Enz. True to "Mormon Wedding Code", she over invited so there wasn't enough chairs to sit in. So, my friends Stacie, Erin and I went ahead and shared the 2 chairs left. Naturally, we were sitting really close and I had my arms around them to keep us from falling on the floor. After the wedding, a stranger (seriously never met this man before) comes up to me and says, "The way you were holding on to those girls in there I could really tell that you really really want to get married. Don't worry.....it's going to happen for you someday." Um....thanks. There's nothing like getting pitty looks and pep talks from complete strangers to lift my poor, sad, depressing, pathetic single spirit. I don't tell you this story to get sympathy, mostly to remind myself when I am older not to do this to us single folks. But the silver lining....this man DID have a single son at the wedding. He pointed him out to me, sadly I had to run and "find my purse" and "I got lost" and had to use "a different exit". I'm sure he and I would have been really happy together. Damn.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>In</strong> other news, I made my annual trip to Raging Water's this past weekend. It was everything I could have wanted out of my Saturday afternoon in West Valley. A couple highlights from the trip:</div><div>*Our cute special needs friend Marcos came along with us, priceless! We did accidentally have him go last on the water slide....which we had to coax him down for about 5 minutes. Sadly, it was Marco's first and only trip down the slides. Sorry we ruined it for ya bud.</div><div>*Ashley and I got in a fight with a group of about 20 teenage Polynesian boys in the wave pool. We talked a good talk, but let's just say we couldn't walk the walk. They won this round, but only because in the middle of the wave pool they came up from behind us and tipped the tube which resulted in me nearly drowning and me kicking Ashley in the jaw. We made a hasty exit. </div><div>*My debit card was stolen and used. Seriously....am I not one with the universe? I'm the only one that got stolen from....shocking. But, it was nice to fill out my 3rd police report of the year. I swear I am totally going for the Gold Medal, watch out Michael Phelps.</div><div>*Don't worry, I was ablt to escape without a mamogram or losing my bottoms. All in all....perfect.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>And </strong>lastly....this week for my ward we did a little service project where we shuttled refugee's to their new charter school. What an experience, I seriously fell in love with these kids. I love refugee's. Honestly, they don't know me, and they just hand me 3 kids under 10 and just tell me to bring them back. We had quite the time. I rolled down all the windows, rolled down the sunroof and off we went with the music blasting into the sunset. They spoke very little English, but with rap music it's more about the beat...right? I taught them some American Dance moves and all they kept doing is laughing and telling me I was crazy. We took them and showed them where their classes were, oddly the teachers kept thinking since I brought them that I was the interpreter....sorry lady I speak ZERO Nepalese. But, we did the best we could with drawings, pointing, shaking heads and lots of smiles and thumbs up. Don't worry, I took them home at the end of the night....even though I kind of wanted to keep them....<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyuoTZd5F9wyMxIIQ4NwQfeUIYMpCFlOJ_r2KT_fM3Q96tr1a0KBnjCCkv9XSrREh8p-bgFfpRJsVamXwFSWOTdIYnl_sXJk_lSyMfbkBeliF35dKYQa_AzrPRlBNkOhMd_w1ug8DPds/s1600-h/IMG00044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374777843570715234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyuoTZd5F9wyMxIIQ4NwQfeUIYMpCFlOJ_r2KT_fM3Q96tr1a0KBnjCCkv9XSrREh8p-bgFfpRJsVamXwFSWOTdIYnl_sXJk_lSyMfbkBeliF35dKYQa_AzrPRlBNkOhMd_w1ug8DPds/s320/IMG00044.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-17728567437384480402009-08-21T15:12:00.000-07:002009-08-21T15:22:16.706-07:00Bionic Booty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01W0sN6T7S64Qes13zEAcHt7WHgiWtC8lD4cegnltrP6603cv6K40EF33ClwuqIP8SAMuxouGRS_uP9mznbabSPgJI9NRSKX9Hnhla9xLyBugQZdFBHGDyTsdH56GdxtoMYrabMmVGDg/s1600-h/A26JUJJCA6GAWEOCAHZVISRCAZCZ483CAA7S2MJCA0AG1ZVCABIX1DDCA1IQ0HMCAX4XJSOCADPIEXFCAF7UX1ZCAJ08U21CACGQHVSCA6A4U0GCA6V0AYBCAKNJYN4CAT3KKUACAHCBOSRCA4I0QGZ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372544444637114898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01W0sN6T7S64Qes13zEAcHt7WHgiWtC8lD4cegnltrP6603cv6K40EF33ClwuqIP8SAMuxouGRS_uP9mznbabSPgJI9NRSKX9Hnhla9xLyBugQZdFBHGDyTsdH56GdxtoMYrabMmVGDg/s320/A26JUJJCA6GAWEOCAHZVISRCAZCZ483CAA7S2MJCA0AG1ZVCABIX1DDCA1IQ0HMCAX4XJSOCADPIEXFCAF7UX1ZCAJ08U21CACGQHVSCA6A4U0GCA6V0AYBCAKNJYN4CAT3KKUACAHCBOSRCA4I0QGZ.jpg" border="0" /></a>So last night I got home from Bear Lake to find the "Buns of Steel" circa 1980's VHS sitting in my room.....um Lisa....what's this. She explained that she had borrowed it from her sister in hopes of getting a better butt. If you can't beat em....join em. So if you needed me last night around 10:30 at night, sorry I was busy. Busy as Lisa and I were turning our Buns to Steel. It's a little crammed with the 2 of us in my room so we had to take turns moving from the bed to the floor. It was a sight to be seen. Laugh as you must right now, but when I have a Bionic Booty next year....who's gonna be the one laughing?<br /><br />In case you have never seen the video....<a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://s.ecrater.com/stores/4619/47aca14a581de_4619n.jpg&imgrefurl=http://yesteryearsgoodies.ecrater.com/product.php%3Fpid%3D1994969&usg=__N8QfVjQh1VxNzg774DY6sbowlCA=&h=500&w=284&sz=40&hl=en&start=2&tbnid=jbcJE1GMGXfNXM:&tbnh=130&tbnw=74&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbuns%2Bof%2Bsteel%2Boriginal%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"></a><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://s.ecrater.com/stores/4619/47aca14a581de_4619n.jpg&imgrefurl=http://yesteryearsgoodies.ecrater.com/product.php%3Fpid%3D1994969&usg=__N8QfVjQh1VxNzg774DY6sbowlCA=&h=500&w=284&sz=40&hl=en&start=2&tbnid=jbcJE1GMGXfNXM:&tbnh=130&tbnw=74&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbuns%2Bof%2Bsteel%2Boriginal%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"></a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ou6_HKVZ_Y&feature=related#watch-main-area">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ou6_HKVZ_Y&feature=related#watch-main-area</a> (and yes, please imagine those people to be Lisa and I)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-11858958197717675332009-08-10T08:51:00.000-07:002009-08-10T09:32:46.671-07:00July....it came and wentIs blogging still in? I have no idea, I feel a little out of touch with the whole things these days....but I did want to remember a couple things from July, so here goes:<br /><br /><strong>George Straight:</strong><br />My sweet friend Christin invited me to go to the George Straight concert with her out at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">USANA</span>. Now, just as a reminder I am in no way a country music fan, but let's be honest is there anything better than an outdoor concert in the summer? I think not. Plus, let's be honest is there anything better than people watching, and let me tell you, it was at an all time prime. I am still always amazing that I co-exist with these people 365 days of the year. There were too many highlights to document....like when I watched K Bull throw stuff into the crowd and watched it nail this girl in the eyeball and watched as she struggled to hold back tears, classic. This actually happened to Angela Roberts in HS, except it was a tape from U92 and it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">happened</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wam</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bam</span> Summer Jam...but you get the idea. Anyways, the complete highlight was getting to watch some police action right on my row. As the concert started, knowing good concert etiquette, I took my seat. This group of 4 on my row obviously didn't get the memo and refused to sit down. No matter how many death threats and f words used, they refused to sit down. Then the police showed up, and they still wouldn't sit down even when the police came to the row and said, either you sit down or we take you out of here. The went with option B to which the crowd went wild. The man of the group was actually arrested, what a tool.<br /><br /><strong>Annual Lagoon Trip:</strong><br />Lisa, Matt our friend Jonathan and I made our annual trip to Lagoon last month, will I ever outgrow Lagoon? I hope not. Obviously Lisa and I make Lagoon an annual event, Jonathan hadn't been in 10 years and Matt had never been....so it was quite the experience. In fact, Matt actually thought Lagoon had bark grounds....anyways, as always Lagoon never disappoints. Great rides, EXTREME people watching and bad BO. What more could you want out of a Saturday? On our 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nd</span> ride I witnessed the coolest thing I have ever seen in my life. While on the Wicked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">roller coaster</span> all the sudden Matt's hand <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">whacked</span> me in the face, we made awkward eye contact and he just shouted at me "PHONE!" I look down, and in mid air he had caught <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">someones</span> cell phone that was flying through the air. If only Ashley had been so lucky 3 years ago at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Frightmares</span>.... Anyways, moving on. Sadly, about an hour into the trip Jonathan got sick so the majority of the day it was a lot of 3 Amigo's action. Probably the highlight was going on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Jetstar</span> 2, after waiting in line for 20 minutes we realized that you had to be in groups of 2 in order to ride. Luckily, we found another group of 3 and I was able to pair up with a 14 year old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Hispanic</span> boy with braces. Since I was the larger of the two of us, I took back...which meant I got to straddle him for the duration of the ride. It wasn't awkward for any of us. Matt told him as the ride was going that if anything <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">inappropriate</span> happened during the ride to let him know....thanks Matt. Let's just say it was a quick silent ride.<br /><br /><strong>Dreams coming true, Tori Amos:</strong><br />For Katie Jo's birthday, Jason Sanders and I took Katie to the Tori Amos concert here in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">SLC</span>. For those of you that don't know, I am a HUGE Tori fan. I know it's going to be hard to convince you that I am not a lesbian at this point, but I love her. Seriously though, wanna know who loves her more than the lesbians here in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">SLC</span>? The gay men here in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">SLC</span>. Honestly, I think it was worse than Cher, Elton John and Judy Garland combined....but I enjoyed it all the same. It was quite the crowd, lots of normals, lots of mid 30 yr old men with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">pedo</span> haircuts braided belts and tucked in plaid shirts, lots of goths and lots of lesbians in floor length leather gowns. Fine by me. The concert was hysterical. At one point due to the loud music and blinking lights I thought I was going to go into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">epileptic</span> shock....but luckily she moved onto the next song. However, am I the only one that was extremely disappointed that she didn't sing "Silent all These Years?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-70676578082770515422009-07-17T09:05:00.000-07:002009-07-17T11:14:48.547-07:00Buffalo Bills....the stuff dreams are made ofSorry it took me so long to get this post up, but who has time to blog when there's so manyMichael Jackson specials to watched. I'm dead serious. I become obsessed with things like this even if I don't even care about the person....but when it's someone I really like (like MJ) it's off the charts, borderline ridiculous. I have even been combing through the dish daily to see if anything needs to be recorded while I am at work, I have watched everything youtube has to offer, I have read every magazine, every news story, watched every E special...I know I speak for all of us when I say I wish I was kidding....I'm not. I will now hang my head in shame.<br /><div><div><br /><div>Anyways, moving on. I just returned from an exciting weekend in Primm with the family....for those that don't know Primm is located 30 min away from Vegas.....one word, CLASSY. It's the half way point for us Utahan's to rendezvous with those from California. Originally it was supposed to be the entire family, but due to this and that it only wound up being my parents and Kristine and Jordan and I, you know the 5 Amigos, but we had a great time. Friday night started off to a bang when we realized that Buffalo Bills was hosting the "Snoop Dawg" concert that night. It's always nice to be sharing the hotel with Gangsta's Paradise, 80 year old grandmas and the "Gang Unit" from the LVPD. Seriously, this was a sight to be seen. On several occasions I thought I saw Snoop, and I'm not the only one. Jordan was convinced he was behind us in line while we were at McDonald's, sadly it was just one of the many, MANY lookalikes sharing the weekend with us. To be honest I was kind of surprised that Snoop was playing in Primm, but even more shocking was the fact that all of these people knew that Snoop was playing there and would actually travel to see him, but I'm not here to judge. Sadly, most of the Snoop crew left on Saturday, but the hot boxing in the elevator was fun while it lasted. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>The rest of the trip was spent eating, shopping, watching MJ speculations and tributes and sitting poolside...aka my dream life. Oh, excuse me, how could I forget the Bonnie and Clyde exhibit next door....pardon me. As always the trip was also filled with hours and hours of laughing. That's something that my family is really good at, we laugh a lot together and genuinely enjoy being with each other which I feel really grateful for. On Monday after checking out we were walking to the parking lot and all the sudden my Dad noticed that all his windows in his truck were extremely smokey. So he runs over....and sure enough it was on fire. The previous day my Mom had set a brand new silver bowl filled with cute IKEA napkins on the seat and somehow due to the heat they caught on fire. I have never heard of this happening, but see for yourself. It's always nice to end the trip on a high....Thank you family for the great trip! And seriously "Keith Sweat" and "Montel Jordan" are coming to Primm next month....please let me know if your calendar clears up and you can make it, I'll see if Buffalo Bills offers any good bounce-back rates...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPAowoN0AwDBvFq6q6gIXe9OIDGncSFoyJpdCDJ9YEUB0NUDAUqvpGw4j3wO8n0cXJV33Xl7bObpUTaV6pZTJUmEImU5QBrgF75V0bMhmTciuax4OWOj-053R6v0DsIyobiB6sgRNjak/s1600-h/IMG00028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359493637200137954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPAowoN0AwDBvFq6q6gIXe9OIDGncSFoyJpdCDJ9YEUB0NUDAUqvpGw4j3wO8n0cXJV33Xl7bObpUTaV6pZTJUmEImU5QBrgF75V0bMhmTciuax4OWOj-053R6v0DsIyobiB6sgRNjak/s320/IMG00028.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-24961857276263593122009-07-06T14:42:00.000-07:002009-07-17T11:15:16.484-07:00Hello.....Summer....Well, I for one can't believe it's July. I feel as if the summer is already over....sad. So, I haven't written forever. I still always have things to write about....and then like a week goes by and I feel as if the post is now, a- not that cool or b- not that funny. But, I sure didn't want that to happen this time. You know, sometimes me and my sister Nat can't tell if stuff is appropriate or not....so....yeah....is this appropriate? Probably not, but that's a chance I am willing to take.<br /><br />Since Lisa and I both had Friday off of work, naturally we made our way to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ol</span>' public pool. Can I even tell you how much I LOVE public pools? Seriously, I could go day after day after day....hello prime people watching. I must say though, this week I really outdid myself. So, we went to the Steiner Pool and as we were walking I saw this lady in neon bikini bottoms with no top on lying face down. Why you can't handle string bikini lines is beyond me....however as I got closer I realized that this was in fact a man. A man in neon bikini bottoms. Naturally, Lisa and I set up shop. I was nervous about attempting to get the pics....but boy am I glad I did. And then when it was time to flip, seriously? It was also really special when he got too hot and had to dump water all over his crotch to cool off....naturally....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2c7r7AYI8MgyC2k2MLIbzbFHs6pn8brKSexDcFqeqF6gudo-O3uzQmgVKLIU1bwvJJeC6kQSawjkzzwrPDKoxr8OzFXBzpLf7M0Y5a1QwJswQTi9cEs5M_R9RpsnRKOH9tihaIv5mKQ/s1600-h/IMG00022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355466521336235682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2c7r7AYI8MgyC2k2MLIbzbFHs6pn8brKSexDcFqeqF6gudo-O3uzQmgVKLIU1bwvJJeC6kQSawjkzzwrPDKoxr8OzFXBzpLf7M0Y5a1QwJswQTi9cEs5M_R9RpsnRKOH9tihaIv5mKQ/s320/IMG00022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucgiQRA-VW-omzhCduWpljZpfMPVxAPS8KKm1tR8Jpmt3ib914amuzp1RVhox8sU1JAx9pOSImzUOZ8lFkSxSPE23dD55mv1v-8h0xr1gsbYtzaNhtk2qyRXvs7GmCFKIM4peThsd-Tw/s1600-h/IMG00023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355466525763116706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucgiQRA-VW-omzhCduWpljZpfMPVxAPS8KKm1tR8Jpmt3ib914amuzp1RVhox8sU1JAx9pOSImzUOZ8lFkSxSPE23dD55mv1v-8h0xr1gsbYtzaNhtk2qyRXvs7GmCFKIM4peThsd-Tw/s320/IMG00023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">weird</span> part was that no one seemed phased or distracted by this except me and Lisa. He kept us entertained for hours. So....if this is your Dad/Brother/Uncle/Neighbor/Grandpa/Cousin/Co-worker....please give him a huge thanks from Lisa and I... We can only hope to catch you next week. Same time....same place?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-49332768321538284802009-06-01T14:00:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:04:47.664-07:00New Favorite....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx04VKf26M9J7nPxdpetm-CdOyRb4kWbj7DpDdJdo3mW1Lx85hQvJK_SOcTbfLCJ7zcAkZiWB5IDGCSR2qfljxq-3oihs7wKrXoNRh9GA_g_ILKu0tECCJ6rTuIRwLQD2zwN1Q36gpXIc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469484745535634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx04VKf26M9J7nPxdpetm-CdOyRb4kWbj7DpDdJdo3mW1Lx85hQvJK_SOcTbfLCJ7zcAkZiWB5IDGCSR2qfljxq-3oihs7wKrXoNRh9GA_g_ILKu0tECCJ6rTuIRwLQD2zwN1Q36gpXIc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> Seriously, if my boss didn't read my blog I would admit how many hours I could spend on this website. Honestly, when I get stressed or frustrated and work....I just head on over to this website and I am literally laughing all alone at my desk. I feel like I wish someone from my family would donate my 7th grade photo. Just to give you an idea of what it looked like:<br /><br />-No makeup<br />-Pre-eyebrow plucking<br />-Pre-teeth whitening<br />-Pre-Chi day's<br />-The "Mormon Claw Bangs"<br />-Now the shirt, try and imagine the following: A baby blue, baby pink and white plaid waffle print....with the kicker....a denim collar. If that wasn't bad enough, apparently I was a prude back then and I had it buttoned to the tip top. So hot.<br /><br />But in all seriousness, if you need some SERIOUS entertainment go ahead and log onto <a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/">http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/</a> Go on....you know you want to....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5gCmYTv7llqpvJQEZVaNbANDVyuS9pRYwcio4zjtTSAAPua_JkkUlhXSzsMOcDEikSz_U4MlGIikjT7SR8Ul3ZaYB3MW9u_W-MHvfPfDpHRMNIT1r2k-HFRqK6iw08ZeE16-2fNvE_g/s1600-h/pooh1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469477398832290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5gCmYTv7llqpvJQEZVaNbANDVyuS9pRYwcio4zjtTSAAPua_JkkUlhXSzsMOcDEikSz_U4MlGIikjT7SR8Ul3ZaYB3MW9u_W-MHvfPfDpHRMNIT1r2k-HFRqK6iw08ZeE16-2fNvE_g/s320/pooh1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJJGea6hKaX9vcYBH-Mc4JzfHM6z_lN2cCtvjVh6rM_hQDT7Jgv43r6YwVBQcWTV30KKT5K5BcjNDCdyPtAIym9DA8AUdBmi2SfRx1-kaCt5FqELy97MVQS3AmXBIIeSWdcBWrqbcZe8/s1600-h/Grin+and+Bear+it.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469476103927058" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCKO3WBVS-fc4AI87KeW4XtqYhx0s1ge4_Iqd7Kui4iLxuwX1vLChm5buaQn5UyVK_AfoFYM7AGxSLq6PG1TT2vCU019gDGHHe1OwZmeIBtI5-cYlTDuQrS1zAhOXGPpRFRhFmk-X3qE/s320/birds.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiGrQzK8fD0TfQaTNYqgO8oFWyBNXgAPpB4dz-ItS8ux9IQ5MjSwJwCmalrjFFajRCiyqaeF3C8Po_xg2IoLoPf-WuFlXn0Nhtv892k-ee8pvkKaLba1NbZMmcCKpC_ih_tU2kXbamAU/s1600-h/by-julia-awkward.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-12069568688018082622009-05-20T10:15:00.001-07:002009-05-20T10:56:43.108-07:00Dominican Republic....No Problem....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtk3qAz4Ce-lWgfGFojktocvJ1tm71CPo90eIrL6Fxq9pWdzwpN0u8gQtUtxLcf8B9Nw-0tN0jKximEtEZKrB2XT6igwMlVn_UmspN6aN633a2DNTWYfGRS7B8BY9YF2g_V1M_zuO6FCw/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337957643450276354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtk3qAz4Ce-lWgfGFojktocvJ1tm71CPo90eIrL6Fxq9pWdzwpN0u8gQtUtxLcf8B9Nw-0tN0jKximEtEZKrB2XT6igwMlVn_UmspN6aN633a2DNTWYfGRS7B8BY9YF2g_V1M_zuO6FCw/s320/Lisa's+camera+217.JPG" border="0" /></a> So I just got back from an EXCELLENT trip to Dominican Republic last week. Can I even tell you....AMAZING. I don't know how many times on the trip I said things like, "I love the Dominican's...they are so cool here."<br /><br />The trip started off a little rocky with our overnight stay in the Philadelphia airport. It was horrible. There were a few highlights though. Like when they kept paging "Brian McKnight to Baggage Carousel 5" which would result in Lisa and I singing out, "One....your like a dream come true....Two....just wanna be with you...." And while trying to sleep the creepy janitor lady kept vacuuming under our seats and yelling to her boss "I don't give a shit..." Then on our flight from Miami we met quite the character who was going to Dominican by herself for an emergency vacation because she broke up with her boyfriend. She wanted to chat the ENTIRE flight which was fine except she was being loose gums about everything except why her and her live in boyfriend of 3 years had broken up. The one thing a nosy person like myself actually wanted to hear about....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQh2k5qq8wXoqAiQwMslZeHwzt32XD_ovLcXsEkLGb4SN7rG25BnAzQNANMRN3sXv1ZswA4j36CRElC1CVez3HUUXEAWiQG3rvdkruZo9CDma2p0uvDwCr9O6l1uaow8RtAoqgLEI0io/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337956647451367442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQh2k5qq8wXoqAiQwMslZeHwzt32XD_ovLcXsEkLGb4SN7rG25BnAzQNANMRN3sXv1ZswA4j36CRElC1CVez3HUUXEAWiQG3rvdkruZo9CDma2p0uvDwCr9O6l1uaow8RtAoqgLEI0io/s320/Lisa's+camera+174.JPG" border="0" /></a> But, once we got there....hello heaven. Right on the beach, hot weather, bright sun, blue skies, and tons of sexual harassment by the workers that took some getting used to. I assumed that all the workers would speak English, boy am I an ass. I also assumed that there were going to be a lot of Americans....boy am I an ass. Tons of Europeans and Dominican's that speak zero English. At one point I had a conversation with a Dutchman in "Spanish"....yeah. There were several moments of "Lost in Translation" like when Lisa was trying to tell a little kids parents that their son was handsome, but accidentally called him fat.<br /><br /><div>But we had plenty of time for tons of R & R. Actually, we wound up never even doing our hair or makeup the entire trip. Which made us look like the following: First, we have a mix of Uncle Jessie and an American Fork Mom. I know, "Have Mercy" and here's Lisa as a mix of a seventh grader and a lead in a Jane Austen Film.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sH8-FSIIFqY43xZR3KnhyH8qqHNCEilBsUUtzkwakbXIOk31Z1ibxs7XbiyIz0WFylyY8R2buYMggT9flitLPlVDRkcztm9bHE9L7oTcyG0QC3eAXaE4ZWieJhl85X-wu0IOjWQzpAw/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337956644522949538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sH8-FSIIFqY43xZR3KnhyH8qqHNCEilBsUUtzkwakbXIOk31Z1ibxs7XbiyIz0WFylyY8R2buYMggT9flitLPlVDRkcztm9bHE9L7oTcyG0QC3eAXaE4ZWieJhl85X-wu0IOjWQzpAw/s320/Lisa's+camera+170.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4tj8SwC3G0vpjtpL_bdxuuyZUnAHzyqXXNa7idmoUDTfut4i6m3osFLLiSMz18mvhf2QoEtPr6cL6H9WuQghTcY9dv613wuJVQZJuNLPixmlhUdrHWFlD9kEjhuZXWzALF5vTTOTReQ/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337956651526877586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4tj8SwC3G0vpjtpL_bdxuuyZUnAHzyqXXNa7idmoUDTfut4i6m3osFLLiSMz18mvhf2QoEtPr6cL6H9WuQghTcY9dv613wuJVQZJuNLPixmlhUdrHWFlD9kEjhuZXWzALF5vTTOTReQ/s320/Lisa's+camera+165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br />One day we did venture away from the resort to go to "Ocean World" where we had a day full of laughs. Once again, they were so cool there. Wanna get in the cages with the animals? No problem (yeah, in case you were wondering, I still don't like animals).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphen8ojFtUdg09D-ivruPiOsBY-kgDyYz0_4BsVtSsLwCOK6gtgqdE2BEoxJ8Ve1wuVzKxwUXfCsxeOS8cHymUv_MtC1HHcI4rII8xyt_0tHZuCfF_HPqoxDL-ud7wFIlXzn14tRr5CYrM/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+190.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337957639170868738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphen8ojFtUdg09D-ivruPiOsBY-kgDyYz0_4BsVtSsLwCOK6gtgqdE2BEoxJ8Ve1wuVzKxwUXfCsxeOS8cHymUv_MtC1HHcI4rII8xyt_0tHZuCfF_HPqoxDL-ud7wFIlXzn14tRr5CYrM/s320/Lisa's+camera+190.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />While we were there we also went to this Shark Show where we about laughed our heads off. Once again, a lot of "Lost in Translation" moments, but here's them chasing Lisa down because she yelled out "yes" when they asked if anyone wanted to see the shark's "money maker"<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMqFVWO4eM9TJt0jvhK9kzg75JHUUDqAgW5Yra6eEVNkm3mm8GDNNwR56FFAcvyAafkIDgooz8s9Kzo0FDgc42PUIxDfIoyQC3uBaVfA6RtUPd4RsH9V8Hci59cpiHNJljEBfNK0mZeY/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337957633655073490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMqFVWO4eM9TJt0jvhK9kzg75JHUUDqAgW5Yra6eEVNkm3mm8GDNNwR56FFAcvyAafkIDgooz8s9Kzo0FDgc42PUIxDfIoyQC3uBaVfA6RtUPd4RsH9V8Hci59cpiHNJljEBfNK0mZeY/s320/Lisa's+camera+198.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There really are just so many funny stories, but I will just give highlights:</div><div></div><div>-We almost starved to death because we hated the food. I'm sorry I can't handle eating "Cow Paw Stew" or eating off an entire pig that's on the chopping block with it's eyes still in tact.</div><div></div><div>-Us laying side by side on the lounges and a worker coming and laying in between us calling it a Dominican Sandwich.</div><div></div><div>-Lots of European Banana Hammocks....and watching a Dominican worker slap a guy on the butt in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">speedo</span>. Then, watching the Dominican worker chase the Europeans friend around the lounges trying to hit him in the crotch with a flip flop for laughing...</div><div></div><div>-Seriously, anytime we needed anything on the resort they would say, "Dominican Republic, no problem"</div><div>-Sitting on our balcony daily and watching American's do the strangest things.....like attempting yoga.</div><div>-The housekeeper walking all the way into our room daily without knocking at 8 am.</div><div>-The Dominican's tickling my feet, armpits and knocking me on the head while we were laying at the pool.</div><div></div><div>-The Dominican male workers explaining to me that if I wanted to stay, then he would take care of me. He also was able to explain to me that you don't need to be married to have 2 kids...</div><div></div><div>-Lisa and I getting rat tail braid in our hair.</div><div></div><div>-Forgetting that European women don't like to wear swim tops...</div><div></div><div>-2 American girls, getting a Chinese lettering henna tattoo, from a Dominican man. (the tat says Bad Girl in Chinese...hilarious)</div><div></div><div>-On the layover in Miami at 3 am I was able to spend 45 minutes talking to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TSA</span> Agent about drug trafficking. Not to get too graphic (even though he spared NO details) girl's get too nervous while carrying drugs up their butt that they usually wind up pooing it out....so they have to stick it somewhere else. I will leave it at that...</div><div>-The same <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TSA</span> agent asking me if it's true that Mormon's really bite people at night....I think he is confusing us for vampires.</div><div></div><div>But seriously, we had the most amazing trip! I miss it already....and don't worry. We'll be back!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9TJBHt1ulwCAIahB7V1COl2FuILymDr7XLY11CoQeDTBpvchPjMDzpXrjrHPOzP5jvIuN0pRGYml_4Rf6loZGIpaucMjjLLad1RpiMrwKZz0mL6EXe9jsSz5wmYag81naUCL7YaqS2Q/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337956646735354434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9TJBHt1ulwCAIahB7V1COl2FuILymDr7XLY11CoQeDTBpvchPjMDzpXrjrHPOzP5jvIuN0pRGYml_4Rf6loZGIpaucMjjLLad1RpiMrwKZz0mL6EXe9jsSz5wmYag81naUCL7YaqS2Q/s320/Lisa's+camera+160.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMSADEA5VvSMuLutzVbo3Z7Eah8Fdqeg_vttTey5wHVHtFGHgQCdRiPK6Ho5-Mz5j8nVjbmpMfd7n6zjO1lOBDdyEzNPKiQIM6wQLJD2Dzo3pVskwQboGyTysz1DAtwAablqv2lIfXsA/s1600-h/Lisa's+camera+204.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337957628807841362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMSADEA5VvSMuLutzVbo3Z7Eah8Fdqeg_vttTey5wHVHtFGHgQCdRiPK6Ho5-Mz5j8nVjbmpMfd7n6zjO1lOBDdyEzNPKiQIM6wQLJD2Dzo3pVskwQboGyTysz1DAtwAablqv2lIfXsA/s320/Lisa's+camera+204.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-79130620012706089952009-04-27T15:50:00.000-07:002009-04-27T16:36:31.039-07:00Lily Allen Anyone?<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329510455194164306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s320/STP61981.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"></a><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"></a><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhXwHune4QT6ruEN47B9BlW0u5AKNXGd9KDMJ4U9xk5QjTfjS3quqHACyw5xaDQJQoqD_LsE4rSUCDCDOpOBG-UVD-xgW6kLuCD6uiqLtkkrhVTh2ESAkzZVIyJqv7iD-n-sIPzkExvc/s1600-h/STP61981.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdttkYRd4480PkHotSY8-MPYDkwU7XyNDzleNklJ57R89L0GU-tZReH41K2oNs8AXsNpNWFs0dPn79gZ3ueZt8Z6-Ew_Eurn0XzRsNSzIV1B4v1EtnP6GTxsyL7-Cg8eJanWhjyQGAnXA/s1600-h/STP61965.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">A little late, but better late than never....so I went to the Lily Allen concert a couple weeks ago and it was hilarious! Truth be told, she is kind of my idol (minus the language and the smoking...) Seriously, she smoked throughout the concert, is that normal? Just kidding, not my idol but I love British accents and she is a celebrity, she's got it all.... So I took my friend Christin for her birthday and I'm not going to lie. Probably the funnest gift I have given (right Christin?) The night started off freezing our butts off waiting with the strangest people of SLC. I especially enjoyed the hippy women behind us (lesbians I assume) who I couldn't help but overhear her ranting about pigs (pre-flu). It went a little something like this...."And then they line up the lady pigs and shoot man pig up them and throw them back in their poo infested cages..." Mmm....pork. The other white meat....</p><p align="left">It was general admission so we hurried to the front and wound up super close to the stage. It didn't last long though. That's what I don't understand about GA, why do people that got there much later than me think it's ok to plow their way to the front when they obviously got there later than us? It got awkward, real fast. </p><p align="left">This mother/daughter combo was just too much for me to handle. Do they look familiar? You probably either saw them on Jerry Springer or possibly Maury (I assume paternity tests revealed) at some point. Seriously. Apparently, the daughter (the one with the Mohawk) wanted to get closer to the stage. So, her mother gets behind her and the two of them acted like a cannonball plowing through the audience. Naturally, people got ticked and at that point the mother grabbed a younger girl and held her by the collar and held her fist up to her face. Like I said, it got really awkward. Lily Allen saw the whole thing happen from the stage and told them to "(expletive) knock it off. This is my (expletive) show and if you don't knock it off I am going to come down there at (expletive) your (expletive). Yeah. I wanted to make sure you could get a visual so I had Christin take a picture of me to see how bad the flash was. I made her take the picture, and luckily we were not caught. I was worried that if Christin was caught, they might kill her, but it was a chance I was willing to take...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_-Hc5V0gt24osymxlSRZlp6bod_ww6Mcr5IoXyPVwqgWgd0AMH43CJJILlzdnDrgJyzgfaH1B4Yg1s4Po-z8MRNFIAotLtp7-uRQbEHdHDu0ddyNClyBGtVY1GaIIMRhlGPWpTJ8UYg/s1600-h/STP61984.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329512809970480450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_-Hc5V0gt24osymxlSRZlp6bod_ww6Mcr5IoXyPVwqgWgd0AMH43CJJILlzdnDrgJyzgfaH1B4Yg1s4Po-z8MRNFIAotLtp7-uRQbEHdHDu0ddyNClyBGtVY1GaIIMRhlGPWpTJ8UYg/s320/STP61984.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1i-D2EovkR1cUvNHT9vStWlg8IV0Qb55DAb8GSRmUyArlwvHdTxvvU1dIgiBudfR__PC5isTXS5UCxhLUo30HDJBgsMr-BO5XDu_wTeyaz19I5S_zdvIOlyFfFt8Esg8qhHSUgoAl7zo/s1600-h/STP61962.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513234278052946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1i-D2EovkR1cUvNHT9vStWlg8IV0Qb55DAb8GSRmUyArlwvHdTxvvU1dIgiBudfR__PC5isTXS5UCxhLUo30HDJBgsMr-BO5XDu_wTeyaz19I5S_zdvIOlyFfFt8Esg8qhHSUgoAl7zo/s320/STP61962.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAgTtiudA1vbMq0UXVoZq1WZbuS3W3YZ5QUBiZkJ2dqNGM5CMoDhiBdNWwkwrTLtJed8gr-zbwdunKhhtt5fxUdfCPM_ahuDvLh5snpCMDeMJt-s-Jt9kl-GR-IZWf8JlwdnUc4WhJRQ/s1600-h/STP62002.JPG"></a><br />Another highlight of the concert is when Lily dedicated a song to all the women and gay's in the audience. She only confirmed my suspicions....about 80% of the men in SLC are gay. You heard it here first. So, if any of you are wondering why I am not dating anyone...there you have it....so please stop asking.<br /><br />The concert was a BLAST, however, as sad as it is I fear I might be getting too old for GA. I mean, I sweated my brains out, my feet got stomped to the ground a million times and I kept getting hit in the head with random things. Also, not to be rude, but teenagers, you are super annoying. I distinctly remember telling Christin that if this girl put her hands in my face again <div>I was going to rip her fingers off. Sorry, it was the truth.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAgTtiudA1vbMq0UXVoZq1WZbuS3W3YZ5QUBiZkJ2dqNGM5CMoDhiBdNWwkwrTLtJed8gr-zbwdunKhhtt5fxUdfCPM_ahuDvLh5snpCMDeMJt-s-Jt9kl-GR-IZWf8JlwdnUc4WhJRQ/s1600-h/STP62002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513234530794274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAgTtiudA1vbMq0UXVoZq1WZbuS3W3YZ5QUBiZkJ2dqNGM5CMoDhiBdNWwkwrTLtJed8gr-zbwdunKhhtt5fxUdfCPM_ahuDvLh5snpCMDeMJt-s-Jt9kl-GR-IZWf8JlwdnUc4WhJRQ/s320/STP62002.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAgTtiudA1vbMq0UXVoZq1WZbuS3W3YZ5QUBiZkJ2dqNGM5CMoDhiBdNWwkwrTLtJed8gr-zbwdunKhhtt5fxUdfCPM_ahuDvLh5snpCMDeMJt-s-Jt9kl-GR-IZWf8JlwdnUc4WhJRQ/s1600-h/STP62002.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br />Christin, thanks for having a birthday....and Lily....thanks for the excellent concert!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-57003827482543017132009-04-10T15:35:00.000-07:002009-04-10T15:47:29.316-07:00Sometimes You Wanna Go....Where everybody knows your name...if you know it, sing along. <br /><br />Anyways, I'm a soda fan. Everyone knows it, I am a HUGE Diet Coke fan. I have been drinking it for years, but I will admit the older I get, the worse the addiction. I have always been worried about turning into "one of those people" you know, the "regulars" at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">convenience</span> store. I never want them to recognize me, I never want them to memorize what I get, my pride won't let me. Well, that was the old me...I have turned over a new leaf since moving to Salt Lake. That's when I discovered the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tesoro</span> Station. Always clean, delicious Diet Coke, nice cashiers...what more could you ask for. Oh I know, 79 cent fountain drinks for "March Madness" (even though this special is still going). It has really taken the addiction to a new level. I started with a 32 oz....moved to the 44 oz....but with prices like that I have been known to pick up the 64 oz on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">occasion</span> (I do get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">embarrassed</span> a little when that happens). For <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">convenience</span> I have started to just grab the fountain on my way to work, I know, totally trashy. The morning crew doesn't really rotate, same people day after day. They never act like the know who I am though (which I appreciate)....until today....<br /><br />On my lunch break I swung down to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tesoro</span> Station where the morning crew was still there. As I'm checking out the cashier says to me, "You are in here a little later than usual." Me....I'm caught (deer in headlights). We both just laughed....and then I left<br /><br />So apparently I'm "one of those people" And to be honest, it's not so bad....Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-914380879777928922009-04-06T08:25:00.000-07:002009-04-06T08:49:49.959-07:00Things That Must Go...April Style<strong>1-</strong> <strong>Non-compact cars in the compact cars stall:</strong><br />I work at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Well's</span> Fargo building and the parking is already such a pain. It's so freaking compact that I am literally always worried I am going to drive into a truck's hitch when I go around the corners. However, there are SEVERAL bonus parking stalls that are for "compact cars" only. Now, when I think "compact" I am thinking of, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mini's</span>, Metro's, The Smart Car...I am kind of thinking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Passat</span> is even a stretch here. Wanna know what is really a stretch? An <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Escalade</span>, an F150, an H2, a Tahoe. I have seriously seen all these cars parked in the compact stalls, so to teach them a lesson I park right next to them and usually I park so close to them that they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">probably</span> have to go in through the passenger side....I am never above teaching lessons....<br /><br /><strong>2- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Facebook</span> Flare:</strong><br />Am I the only one on the planet that isn't into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">facebook</span> flare? Am I the only one not laughing? Seriously, stop: throwing snowballs at me, giving me wedgies, attempting to purchase me, giving me 2 extra minutes at lunch, throwing lambs at me. I'm REALLY not into it....<br /><br /><strong>3-Transition Lenses</strong><br />There is only one person in the world that I know can pull of the transition lenses. Her name is Joy and she works in my office. Everyone else, you look like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">perv</span>. I can't quite pinpoint what creeps me out about it, maybe its the fact that you are come indoors and it takes 5 minutes for me to be able to see your eyeball again. Or maybe its the fact that I can see your eye ball and every second it gets darker....and darker...until I can no longer see your eyeball. Where are you looking, what are you looking at? We have no idea! Like I said, I can't pinpoint it...but they totally creep me out. So company's, please stop making them. Consumers, please stop buying them.<br /><br /><strong>4- Employees Must Wash Their Hands</strong><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Every time</span> I see one of these signs it really grosses me out. For starters, what kind of world are we living in that we actually have to make it a law that employees have to wash their hands after going to the bathroom. It shouldn't be a law....it's called common courtesy or AKA personal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hygiene</span>. <br /><br />And let's be honest, I have a hard time thinking that the employee at Taco Bell goes to the bathroom and is about to walk back to the taco station and passes the sign and thinks ,"Oh yeah, I am supposed to wash my hands before returning to work." Sorry, not happening. I assume they look at the sign and think...."Oh yeah, you can't tell em what to do. I'll show you....." Sorry, did I take this too far?<br /><br /><strong>5- The "Bill Gates" email:</strong><br />Folks, Bill Gates isn't going to share his multi-million dollar fortune with you by forwarding on the email. Caroline Gibson in North Carolina didn't really receive a check for $108,900 for forwarding the email. Microsoft doesn't need to track how emails forward. It's a hoax people....please stop sending me this email that has been circulating for about 8 years now.... My freshman year of college (2001) I forwarded it along to everyone I knew....I never received the check and I learned my lesson. For those still forwarding this email around, learn your lesson please.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-78266331196131175322009-03-23T11:52:00.000-07:002009-03-23T12:05:16.343-07:00I'm on GlueThe other day my Mom and I were talking about how the funniest things are always happening to me. However, I am starting to wonder if maybe these things really aren't happening to me, maybe I am a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">delusional</span>, maybe I am just imagining them....or making them up in my head. Why you ask?<br /><br />So this morning I was picking up a very toasted Matt (Lisa's boyfriend) from the airport and I was a bit early so I pulled into the waiting area which was packed with cars. I'm just sitting there, listening to music, checking out my area when all the sudden out of no where a clown emerges from the bushes. I am being seriously folks, a full clown. Baggy blue pants, rainbow suspenders, an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Americana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">button down</span>, full <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">makeup</span>, huge shoes, even a huge red wig. We made eye contact as he walked through the parking lot which naturally made me bust up laughing. He just keeps walking and gets into a "child molester" looking huge white van and drives off. No words, no tricks, just coming out from the bushes. I'm hysterical, desperate to have a laugh with someone. I scan the cars next to me, across from me, behind me....nothing. No one saw, no one laughed. So there I sat, all alone laughing.<br /><br />Maybe there wasn't really a clown....maybe I'm on glue...<br /><br />But I'm pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">positive</span> about the clown....Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-842356789987944302009-03-16T14:28:00.000-07:002009-03-16T15:56:55.359-07:00Twilight?I have been debating about writing this for days because I know I am one of the only people that feel this way...but I just can't stop thinking about it. And if I don't write it it's just going to bottle up until I go postal. I know, sounds scary right? So last week Lisa and I attempted (key word) to see TWILIGHT. Seriously? I felt like I had died and gone to hell. I know, I know, maybe I went in with too high of expectations. I know, I know, I saw it at the dollar theater, what was I expecting. I know, I know, I shouldn't have watched it the day after seeing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Slumdog</span> Millionaire.<br /><br />We get to the theater and it really was just a downward spiral. We wind up sitting right in front of this less than pleasant looking family with like 5 kids under 5. Also, it made me super uncomfortable to see 2 grown men seeing the movie by themselves....seriously? It made me feel sad for them because they were alone...mixed with being really uncomfortable. I couldn't help but think that they were there to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">perp</span> on kids. There, I said it. I am my mother's daughter...<br /><br />Anyhow, after 40 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">EXCRUCIATING, painful </span>minutes of watching this movie we were out the door. Honestly, Lisa wanted to leave 20 minutes into it but I was convinced that it had to get better. Nope, it didn't. And after the less than pleasant mother turned to her husband and whispered, "I just got goosebumps" we were out of there.<br /><br />However, I have taken this time to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">compile</span> a list of things that sound better than having to watch Twilight ever again:<br /><br />-Chinese water torture<br />-Attending a funeral<br />-Having each of my toenails ripped off....one at a time<br />-Watch a badmitton tournament<br />-Drive through scenic Wyoming<br />-Giving a sponge bath to a geriatric<br />-Clean the men's locker room at ANY gym<br />-Read the Dictionary<br />-Go to a Jonas Brother's Concert<br />-Get Vinerial Disease<br /><br />I'm sorry, seriously am I alone on this one? Come on Lisa, I know you have my back...Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-40190883406116383232009-03-10T14:21:00.000-07:002009-03-10T15:03:24.046-07:00Tact? Totally overatedSo this weekend I was running (literally) around Gateway trying to get to my movie and this homeless man stopped me and said, "Hey, you look rich, can I have some of your money?" Seriously? Little did I know that this was going to only be the start of a tactless filled weekend.<br /><br />On Saturday for work I had to attend the "Expanding Your Horizon's" conference for girls. The conference is for girls from 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> grade to high school who are interested in science and math. I have so much in common with these girls...yeah....totally my demographic. As I was at the fair, I struck up a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">conversation</span> with a mother/daughter combo. After a few minutes of chatting we put it together that her son and I had gone to high school together. Honestly, I have no idea who her son is, but I just figured it would be better to just go along with it. I decided to do the whole, "So what is Ryan up to anyways?" She looks at me and says, while rolling her eyes mind you, "He is FINALLY getting married next month." Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dipshit</span>, check your audience, check my finger. Your son and I are the same age....and I am not married. So next time, no need to roll your eyes and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">enunciate</span> the word FINALLY. Thanks.<br /><br />Then to make matters worse, about 5 minutes later, this totally awkward homely looking high school girl walks up to me nursing a Dr Pepper and a highly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">caffinated</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SOBE</span>. I told her that she was too young to possibly need that much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">caffeine</span>. She's an insomniac she explained...and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">apparently</span> I do not want to see her without <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">caffeine</span>. Naturally. Just for you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Timberwolves</span> out there, this girl was the female version of Peter Olsen....yeah....just wanting to give you a full visual. So after her talking to me for about 10 minutes about fantasy novels, video games, math equations, insomnia, leprachauns and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">caffeine</span> she asks me where I went to high school. I told her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">THS</span> (the best, uh) and she told me that she thought I had said I went to North Summit. Sorry, no I told her. Then she said, "Oh I just figured that if you had gone to North Summit you probably would have gone to high school with my mom." So as if being single (eye roll please) isn't bad enough, apparently I look like I am in my 40's, awesome.<br /><br />So for what it's worth, thank's Expanding Your Horizon's for helping me expand my own horizon's....Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-36588222929779843922009-03-05T13:25:00.000-08:002009-03-05T13:57:34.375-08:00Celebrity Look Alike...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmuzhMzqdkZYZAVkhQKuk7xpqYQFgtyH0aOTIRAnf3U_UDWbliQNRdeO6umNs_eBYni_DVf-DVkyxStK7ZT6GqU5Cr70qLHDOsxChzOZEGRvxK25E1HL0qZTHnNK_BzLjosYQVJP6opM/s1600-h/nicole-sullivan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309822918702936370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmuzhMzqdkZYZAVkhQKuk7xpqYQFgtyH0aOTIRAnf3U_UDWbliQNRdeO6umNs_eBYni_DVf-DVkyxStK7ZT6GqU5Cr70qLHDOsxChzOZEGRvxK25E1HL0qZTHnNK_BzLjosYQVJP6opM/s320/nicole-sullivan.jpg" border="0" /></a> My whole life I have wanted to be a celebrity, I know, what else is new. Please someone make me into a celebrity....Also my whole life, I have wanted to look like someone famous. Which let's face the music, I don't. But just yesterday I was talking to some potential students and he said, "Has anyone told you that you look just like that lady from MAD TV?" Yes, yes they have. For years people have told me that I look like Nicole Sullivan which I have always hated because I don't really find her attractive (nothing could be worse that Kathy Griffin though...) But now that I look at her I don't think she's so bad, probably because I kind of think I do in fact look like her. I thought you she looked prettiest in this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">prego</span> pic so go with it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>?<br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div><br /> </div></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ENLZgKlVoecCbZL746qT8n02VaVnqFIVoJyrUQ9LqLvcgyaSyJQeHTWG8bGdB4Qi-qAC9MrTscQVTjHETXukmkfSBm9K4P3YlvYuluVFe7JJagOBhoIo62Jt9eUkvjjBSRrmd7snCwI/s1600-h/amanda_bynes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309821075010708898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ENLZgKlVoecCbZL746qT8n02VaVnqFIVoJyrUQ9LqLvcgyaSyJQeHTWG8bGdB4Qi-qAC9MrTscQVTjHETXukmkfSBm9K4P3YlvYuluVFe7JJagOBhoIo62Jt9eUkvjjBSRrmd7snCwI/s320/amanda_bynes2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Then last year, I was at the DR and he was convinced I looked like someone. So instead of talking about my adult onset asthma (I know, I know, totally embarrassing asthma and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bunions</span>?) we spent a good 40 minutes sitting there on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Internet</span> trying to figure out who I looked at. Amanda <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bynes</span> it is. Once again, always thought she was super annoying and not very attractive, but this girl has come a long way. And once again, maybe I am just telling myself this because I can kind of see it, but I would love to look like you Amanda,. So I figured, that's it? Just these 2? I am 26 years old and these are the only 2 people I have ever looked like? So I was expressing this concern to some girlfriends when my friend Annie (who meant this in the NICEST way) says to me. "No you know what you look like Kate? A Cabbage Patch doll." </div><div> </div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AdDmnjSA42rkqCQ2qMdSi8P-LN4gRLoJqjsWNZLDp31q3-RNOAghBLl6PlFC9yFY7m777vUNiplzy7m2XLjMaoDtNGP3q-POWTjEQao2_HciXjbFm1k2v2oznuxsbCEuJeGE98pm-Y8/s1600-h/cabbage_patch_kimberly_elizabeth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309821079177656386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AdDmnjSA42rkqCQ2qMdSi8P-LN4gRLoJqjsWNZLDp31q3-RNOAghBLl6PlFC9yFY7m777vUNiplzy7m2XLjMaoDtNGP3q-POWTjEQao2_HciXjbFm1k2v2oznuxsbCEuJeGE98pm-Y8/s320/cabbage_patch_kimberly_elizabeth.jpg" border="0" /></a>So, luckily now, we do have a third option. At first I was laughing so hard I could hardly stand it and once again I started thinking about the similarities. Here's what I have come up with,</div><div> </div><div>-Round face, check!</div><div>-Big cheeks, check!</div><div>-Round eyes, like perfect circles, check!</div><div>-Small teeth, you know like little corn <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kernels</span>, check</div><div>-Small butt, check!</div><div>-Bigger mid-section, check!</div><div> </div><div>-Yarn hair, sorry no!</div><div> </div><div>Although this is not totally what I was looking for, it's just nice to have another option...</div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-49857769365934434252009-02-20T07:31:00.000-08:002009-02-20T07:40:29.872-08:00Pointless....Thanks everyone for the sympathy of the robbery, and just so you all know. I am totally not moving, I just figure at this point what else could happen. But if I move, I could start back in square one....right? <br /><br />So anyways, funny story. A couple weeks ago, this kid from my ward (who will remain nameless) and I went out for ice cream and naturally anyone that knows me knows the conversation isn't exactly "normal". I mean sure, we talked about the weather, school, jobs, friends...whatever....bore alert... But naturally, we talked about the other "usual" stuff like my obsession with Dinosaurs (where did they go, what was their point, did they ever walk this earth?), Jon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bennet</span> Ramsey (who killed her damnit) and did we really land on the moon. I'm sorry, that's just how my brain works. So a few nights later, I run into this same kid at a ward function (I blame myself for being there) and he comes up and starts telling me this way random story, well not really story but it basically included him telling me about where he ate dinner the 2 previous nights, his friend losing his job and a lawsuit he heard about. I'm totally following. At the end of this 5 minute pointless story he turns to me and says:<br /><br />Nameless: (with a confused face)I have no idea why I told you that story.<br />Me: Me neither, but whatever.<br />Nameless: I guess I just figured that you always tell me stuff that has no point so I just felt like I should too.<br />Me: Ha, yeah...totally....<br /><br />So for what it's worth friends, thanks for sticking with me through these "pointless stories"Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-66855846892911468722009-02-02T08:57:00.000-08:002009-02-02T09:41:53.474-08:00Have A Wronged You?You know how they say, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kharma's</span> a Bitch?" I know. Obviously I must have done something to someone that I am getting paid back for. I would LOVE to fix this, will you please tell me who you are...and what I have done to you....I can't afford to pay back anymore.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>On Saturday I woke up and was hanging out in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">underoo's</span> drinking my morning Diet Coke when the door bell rang. I scampered off to my room hearing my neighbor ask the dreaded question, does anyone own that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">VW</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Passat</span> across the street. Oh...shit...I do. That's never a good question, obviously something was wrong. I knew my neighbor wasn't just thinking, that's a cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Passat</span>, I wonder who owns it? So, I head outside to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">se</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQVV3v76SsiSxTC1ToSf2MYkhDOkaiQjpmQZLWJbt1EKut1LODlnOtc4NyFiA8_7DQXltU6aerQM57dM-r1C_Zqu_V7IFsw2vHlzoMfqEZu6ECg6PmEqiAr_XyFgzNKjjQWay7bqRmeE/s1600-h/273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246902799383394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQVV3v76SsiSxTC1ToSf2MYkhDOkaiQjpmQZLWJbt1EKut1LODlnOtc4NyFiA8_7DQXltU6aerQM57dM-r1C_Zqu_V7IFsw2vHlzoMfqEZu6ECg6PmEqiAr_XyFgzNKjjQWay7bqRmeE/s320/273.JPG" border="0" /></a>e this...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJlEbyPc2S2roQEQzLqKYWtU9k1Jbyq3DrJkI_MdNUWWOa1y7bFxJXyNq-z5pl4CjF-kIZsCgo2MAPf4SRh77-LtXLU50rXWALVSEB7Ld3AHEaooMICka8d4jhHZtYb2TX2yLrbntKNA/s1600-h/274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246912843920962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJlEbyPc2S2roQEQzLqKYWtU9k1Jbyq3DrJkI_MdNUWWOa1y7bFxJXyNq-z5pl4CjF-kIZsCgo2MAPf4SRh77-LtXLU50rXWALVSEB7Ld3AHEaooMICka8d4jhHZtYb2TX2yLrbntKNA/s320/274.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Yeah, what you are seeing here is what happens to glass when it's struck with an object such as a baseball bat. I am going to go 50/50 here with the robber though. They were after what looks like a purse, which was in fact my scripture bag. The very same scripture bag that had already been gone through in the previous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">robbe</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrDpADUief70MjZodO7alqOv6xkjpqXwdhxbHdnJVtfxFh6zmP2ZOC3k9nb1fi5r0wyz2tHi3wtW8R_R6-Vp4_Hmic2trwnaPKAFgFC0YfXWSXRYAkzKQVTwWX95xNHuVFpCvHuwMw8A/s1600-h/bye+bye+319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246936986156338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrDpADUief70MjZodO7alqOv6xkjpqXwdhxbHdnJVtfxFh6zmP2ZOC3k9nb1fi5r0wyz2tHi3wtW8R_R6-Vp4_Hmic2trwnaPKAFgFC0YfXWSXRYAkzKQVTwWX95xNHuVFpCvHuwMw8A/s320/bye+bye+319.JPG" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ry</span>:</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The little yellow ditty right there. I would have loved to have seen the look on their faces when they open up the purse to find a quad, some lip gloss, some gum and a Gospel Essentials lesson manual. I just wish I would have known, I would have saved them the trouble and taken them down to the distribution center, I believe I paid $3.95 for the manual. They weren't really interested in keeping the bag or anything, I was able to find my stuff strewn throughout the neighborhood, kind of like a mini scavenger hunt. We were able to get everything back, except, brace yourself....the Orbit gum.... </div><div> </div><div>Naturally I was back on the phone with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">SLPD</span> (Salt Lake Police Department) and let me just tell you, that's 5 minutes of my life I can't get back. It ended up with them telling me that they wouldn't be sending anyone out, and to let them know if I saw anything suspicious. Gee, thanks for the tip you worthless idiots. I mean, can you just humor me for a moment and come out and and take some pictures....have me sign something....anything. Anything to show me that you are actually earning the salary that is being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">withheld</span> from my paycheck every month. I just wish they had sent the lady cop to tell me I was SOL again, I loved that. It's just nice to see that they are really wanting to take a bite out of crime, thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SLPD</span>.</div><div> </div><div>Luckily they robbed 3 cars on Friday night so no this was not a hate crime. For some reason it made me feel better.</div><div> </div><div>I took it into the shop on Saturday to get it fixed and I felt so white trash even driving it there. It looks like I either live in the ghetto, or I have some crazy x-boyfriend that paid me a visit. I didn't even bother calling Met Life on this one, I just decided to pay out of pocket. I can't afford to lose my auto insurance too.</div><div> </div><div>So after $170 in window repairs I was on my way. However, I got a little bit of a flat on the way home so I stopped at Maverick to pump up the tire. I was just bending over to test my tire pressure when I heard this guy in an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Escalade</span> whistle at me. I stood up, gave him a look of death and had my hand ready to give the bird (sorry Mom) when he got out and asked if he could help me. Usually I would have said no, but sure why not. So out hops this little scrawny 20 year old boy to help me with the tires. His friends also got out to watch, these friends included a 5' tall Thai man (maybe around 28) in gangster clothes, a 45 year old homeless looking crippled man on a cane, a 22 year old Hispanic pregnant girl and a 40 year old white lady. I know quite the crew. We all just stood there, the only conversation we had was when the Thai thug said, "Nice car" and I said, "Thanks....you drive an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Escalade</span>." I did tell the tire man about the bad day I was having and he said that he was willing to help me with that situation too. So, I guess this is a warning to whoever keeps stealing from me...do you want that weird mix of people showing up at your door? Watch yourself.</div><div> </div><div>I don't live in a scary neighborhood, my friend Dave explained that "Ghetto don't steal from Ghetto." They come from his neighborhood, and come steal from my neighborhood. So, does anyone have some vacancies in West Valley....I need to move to the Ghetto.... </div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-52505989189755586422009-01-18T09:51:00.000-08:002009-01-18T10:59:59.554-08:00Puerto Vallarta...making my wildest dreams come true...First off, for some reason my Mazatlan recap got put in the wrong place, it's underneath the last post. The only reason I assume most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">people</span> didn't read it is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">because</span> I didn't even get a comment from my Mom...which I always do (which I love Mom!) so just in case you missed it, scroll down<br /><br /><div><div><div align="left">Anyways, the last installment of the cruise. I think that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Puerto</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Vallarta</span> was my favorite stop. When we got off the ship Natalie and I were hell bent on swimming with the dolphins. Oddly it has always been a dream of both of ours...we were prepared to make our wildest dreams come true. I am not sure of where my love of dolphins came from, but I assume it has to do with when Nick and Jessica went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bahama's</span> on their show <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Newlyweds</span>, Nick and Jessica I refuse to believe that I am the only one that misses the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Lachey</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Simpsons</span>. Sad side story, but when they announced <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">their</span> divorce I started to cry...seriously. I know, totally embarrassing. </div><div><br /></div><div align="left">So after walking around the port we find someone the help us get the dolphins. We get it all lined up, and we are on our way...on our mission to dolphins. After a scary encounter with a taxi driver who wanted more than we wanted to pay (Natalie, so sweet...yet very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">feisty</span>) we were on our way. As we were passing the freeway I look over and see a huge water park (Raging Waters? Hello!) and I turn to Nat and say wouldn't that be the neatest thing if the dolphins were at that water park? Just then, the taxi driver pulls off the freeway...no! It can't be! They are combined! Naturally, Nat and I feel like we have died and gone to hell, Nat's husband Ben is probably feeling like he died and went to hell (he was a GREAT sport!). </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292697652895347122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5flYNojEKkYGLPJWStJjCPT6F23DtWQYFeTARnZUkwUGWU8M4T5QFiAokDtBbZMT5hi5AbBxVgj-My0zSS0xFoywfS9BpRKs0e4TdeHUCTnP7aDy4lgS8-9AizGL851PyVzBa2UmO_O4/s320/Cruise+2008+067.JPG" border="0" /> All suited up...let's rock this...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292698276265761010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x7b3wTssbnY9Uenn61qFwtk9QR5uPUPn4Unnrqanj_VpAoiGM9HTL0pWhN_3MCZcuQFUT62oe-VqayusHU1-e0TZ_QgZIKY07DPnFo64zTOni6ruFwi2P2JFbI1SL5iLZ_De96A8od4/s320/Cruise+2008+078.JPG" border="0" />Getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">acquainted</span> with our new friend. When I meet people I don't like them to rub my body down, especially in the belly region but whatever, it's what the dolphin's wanted. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292703226822624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicX4TyITnaIgRTjbAjRIDpnsJwFxCYm3yUsAaUZpCSXlZIoPNRkysYwnXgSV2EpbaJ5GwoXD0UFzU7yog8gswaxC2_DaGFgtBrUy5gx9mUAoyHk0vHrCcsHAtFOudnpEixvEb0S7PVtuw/s320/Cruise+2008+091.JPG" border="0" /> Me and the Dolphin having our one on one. It went really well.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292698274484020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQ9J561OvNvLr1CtnRs7otHWeZr095veM1vRtZm8dW7DU0R-eKqRzXhP0dYB8fBKdSe3L-bAuvMCSqjMjNailxQuysMwnjsKDUBweKPQwa3r2M_Lb1jJIcYBqfv4f0MnOqcmPEPaSpqg/s320/Cruise+2008+095.JPG" border="0" /> Nat and I swimming out for our first ride.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292697676672418818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHGZKp2qbSJxeLasf4oKCqpTenOUFxNpegMDlKTH4IS33qJ6UmrpQ8X8XZgyCgi-Xe_67Dmrkpbcs8x8QGWWJs3RqEuDDXnpi6sxqEMkJThM3_a_Er3tgEkIjGelS_yy8guP_19nAINY/s320/Cruise+2008+111.JPG" border="0" /> Nat and her wedgie getting pushed by the dolphins...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292697677468055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx8vNx-96vXO5Hc-MunnUynS3ClKCu0xX5D13FECoguypC7JwI_mfHWUhOFp_pIbyM2rwrD6dyKOLcMl7tyf5JgjzXJ3uX_Y0-C96PAd8u0DPvWCIsWJ_nNPBC_4glfg6WscOLIu0p3g/s320/Cruise+2008+109.JPG" border="0" />Me and my wedgie getting pushed by the dolphins (best advise, do not enlarge this picture. Especially if you have young children present)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292703252621315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb372INa6SO_iNE58Wv4BdQpTOEPD5dqR6nM3-yEBnBF1RzdHv-WPRLGzm5CPz6TIRpsittv3zJlIecb6c8bXlC2QQiko-jt1yhpznt5INtENtqSz_tbTQIuOHgyypHE62-OitkPJ5jY/s320/Cruise+2008+117.JPG" border="0" /> Just a little water fight with the dolphin<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292703265664761618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnov4h9QLGIbGVE7VfTDqqzE3JjGEs3sIQApT5P0wd96OENYNg7QLyxROkJJ-8cZUMjw73IXWl59dCiTTZrZmflSv_FvPLYWVMxWdJbe30Bg0uJ2pwixPZacgKgM3h8LCvF6tikRatUE/s320/Cruise+2008+124.JPG" border="0" />The finale, seriously, could me and Nat look more like 12 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">olds</span>? We were really that excited!<br /><br />Now, we got all this for $99, but cherry on top. We also got plenty of laughs. There was a girl with us, probably around the 17-21 age range and she wound up having a total meltdown in the pool. Like, tears streaming down her face, body convulsing, jumping out of the pools, the whole bit. The trainer was killing us because he asked the dolphin, do you like this girl? And the dolphin nodded, then he asked, are you going to bite her and then the dolphin shook its head. Nat and I were hysterical. I just feel bad that they had to spend $300 to find out that their daughter has a fear of dolphins. I would suggest going to the beach, maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">para sailing</span> next time.</div><div> </div><div>Next, we had another mom and daughter combo that was beyond hilarious. The daughter was probably in her mid 40's and her mom was in her late 80's...seriously. About 3 minutes into it the 80 year old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">waif</span> (honestly she maybe weighed 90 lbs sopping wet) gets out of the pool because she was too cold. Meanwhile, her daughter stayed in the pool with us and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">every time</span> the dolphin came near her she would yell, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! Look, it's me and the dolphin!" or "Look Mommy! Hey Mommy! I am going to ride the dolphin....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">weeeeee</span>!!!" Meanwhile, this totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">lethargic</span> women with her swimsuit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">gaping</span> open around the crotch region had no idea where she was or what she was doing. It was kind of sad (the mom), but mostly hilarious (the daughter). I am 25...and I gave up yelling to my mommy to watch me around 19 years ago. It's a shame that they had to pay $300 to find out the water was too cold, but selfishly I am so glad they came with us. It provided hours of entertainment for our family. I would suggest staying on the boat next time. </div><div> </div><div>Lastly, we got to spend a few hours at the water park. Let me tell you, these Mexicans (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">side note</span>, I am calling them <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Mexican's</span> and not Hispanics because I saw about 15 shirts in Mexico that said I am not a Hispanic, I am a Mexican, so apparently that's what is PC there.) know how to have a water park. The regulations are SO different there. Some of the water slides didn't even have a 16 year old at the top telling you when to go...just go when you feel like it. America has got to get on board with this. They had this ride that would never fly in the US, it's called the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Torbellino</span>. Basically, you hop in this tiny shoot where you go Mach 90 down the shoot into a open bowl where your body spins around until you stop and go down a huge hole in the center which drops you into the pool. Hilarious. It's hard to explain, but check out this website for a visual <a href="http://www.splashvallarta.com/english/rides.html">http://www.splashvallarta.com/english/rides.html</a> <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Puerto</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Vallarta</span>, thanks for making my wildest dreams come true!</div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717999234097107587.post-67075927447326281462009-01-06T09:02:00.000-08:002009-01-06T09:07:17.011-08:00Why oh Why?It has not stopped snowing in days...the winter depression is setting in....last night it took me 20 minutes to get out of my parking lot. I was sliding around everywhere, I am so glad that instead of buying new tires like they told me to I bought 6 pairs of designer jeans. That was oh so smart (I don't regret my decision, that's the bad news). Anyways, so as I am sliding around in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Passat</span> getting so mad because it has taken me 30 minutes to go 10 blocks I decide to call my mom and here's our conversation:<br /><br />Me: Mom, can you remind me why the hell I live here?<br />Mom: Oh, I have seen the weather! It looks horrible.<br />Me: It is, seriously what the hell am I doing here?<br />Mom: Well, it's where your job is. And you should feel lucky that you are one of the few Americans that has job security right now and that you are able to provide for yourself and still pay for your lifestyle.<br />Me: Oh....right.<br /><br />Me- 0<br />Mom- 1<br /><br />Suddenly the drive, the ice, the snow, the tires didn't seem so bad.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071159892774071824noreply@blogger.com15