tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812635353590829522024-02-07T17:26:41.340-08:00Katie GirlKatie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-91035872680052499272012-11-27T20:52:00.002-08:002012-11-27T20:52:35.286-08:00Better Late Than Never......Better Late Than Never? Not me!<br />
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It has been a busy but super great semester so far. The fall semester before graduation is one of the busiest for Accounting students because they go through the recruiting process into the CA world. I was so blessed to get offers from different accounting firms, especially where there were so many that didn't get any. But to make a long story short, I am the newest employee of KMSS- Kenway Mack Slusarchuk Stewart Chartered Accountants. They were my number one choice so I was thrilled when they offered me the job. They are a firm up in Calgary so I guess I am going to have to get used to the big city!<br />
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And the best part is my official start date is September 4, 2013 so I get to spend one more summer with Kyle and Jess!!! <br />
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So the other exciting news in the family that I am sure everyone already knows about is Kody and Lindsay's wedding!! It was kind of all of the sudden but couldn't have been more perfect! I adore Linds and am so glad she is part of the family! Her and Kody are just perfect together.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Everything worked out so perfectly for them! </span></div>
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Well it is nearly bed time and I still have so much to do so here are just a few more pictures to finish everything off!<br />
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Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-81744559669074387322012-09-11T09:48:00.002-07:002012-09-11T09:57:38.595-07:00I owe this to Jessica...So I am super embarrassed.....I can't believe it has almost been a year since I last made a post! Slap me on the wrist several times. Jess and I made a promise that we would blog at some point before the middle of September. Well here it goes, Jess......<br />
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So much has happened in the last 11 months; it is hard to know where to begin. <br />
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I was asked to speak at a Business Banquet towards the beginning of April. I thought it was just a short couple minute shhpeal...nbd. But when I arrived at the Banquet Hall, I wanted to faint. There was around 500 people in attendance, cameras everywhere, and big screens posted in corners of the room-like 15 ft big screens! There is nothing quite like getting up in front of a crowd of strangers and seeing your giant face in the corner staring back! But it went really well much to my relief and I was honored to have been asked!!<br />
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And of course with the end of April and school, thus began my now annual trek across the country to good ol' Virginny! Gah how I love it there. Well this summer, Kody decided to tag along and come sell this summer, and we started on our journey. He took the first driving shift as I had pulled 2 all-nighters preparing for finals. I slept for a couple hours and then took my turn behind the wheel. Within 10 minutes I saw flashing red and blue lights behind me and my heart stopped. We had crossed state lines within the past hour and we were now in North Dakota (where there may or may not be an outstanding warrant due to an unpaid speeding ticket back in 2010). I pulled over and, with my hand on my seat belt, I turned to Kody with a panic look in my eye and tried to think of some way I could magically switch places with him in the passenger seat. The cop walked up towards my window and I passed him my license and registration with a sheepish and rather frightened look. He was in his car for what seemed like an eternity until finally I saw him emerge. He put his hat on and I thought, "Oh noooo....he's getting all official looking for when he puts me in hand cuffs..." and I had images of being hauled off to jail. But he handed me a ticket and waved me on our way. To this day I still count my lucky stars and swear I will never speed again...well at least not in North Dakota. <br />
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Virginia was grand as usual. I loved work and it was so fun being there and working with Kody and Kyle. Kody loved pretending I was his personal secretary...I let him have that fantasy for a couple months. Another highlight was being there with Jessica and the kids. Words can't even describe how much I adore them. <br />
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At the end of the summer, Kody and I drove from Virginia to Echo to spend a couple days with the family all together. There really isn't anything quite like it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went paint-balling as an office one morning. <br />
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This is just after a Miranda Lambert concert. I have<br />
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Well now I am back in school and I finish this year! Words can't even begin to describe how excited I am to be done. But I am dreading all of the decisions I need to make in the next couple weeks! So much to figure out! Well folks! That's all for now!<br />
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Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-4854958348649331822011-11-04T13:41:00.000-07:002011-11-05T10:58:20.743-07:00Language Is The Dress of Thought<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Language is the dress of thought- Samuel Johnson</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Language is a funny thing, especially the english language. But I never really knew how funny it was until this semester when I decided to take a Linguistics course at the University. And amidst my other classes on auditing and control systems...well it provides for the most entertaining couple of hours my entire week. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But yes, things are very different in the English writing system. Imagine a new word comes into the English language that is spelled '<i>ghoti'</i>. How would this be pronounced? In an attempt to demonstrate the inadequacies of the English spelling system, some famous playwright argued that the word could be pronounced as '<i>fish'. </i>How so, you may ask?! Well just take gander!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> enou<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">gh</span> --><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>f</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> w<i style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">o</span></i>men --> <b><i>i</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> na<i style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ti</span></i>on --> <b><i>sh</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And any writing system that could possibly pronounce the string of letters <i>ghoti </i>as <i>fish</i> is in desperate need of reform. But that is just one of the many interesting things I have learned.</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the first part of the semester we have been learning the International Phonetic Alphabet. I think it looks sweet! The following is a paragraph about my life as of late that has been transcribed into IPA....see if you can read it! This kinda thing is what I have been doing all month long!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrV16W_OVtVVWVi04vipHSqRvM9ptLIY8N8XjPJw-CRu72xGzKdWAdO5Wz3KgFosNsZlUu_I3RJxwxQGG1YO-SurJByQEUs9zrfIsdqM1IyUiRaveuGtOazrfe2Up_42m7TmmKiDC5g/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-04+at+3.25.23+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255115140191442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">How'd ya do?!?! Well this is what I said just in case you had no clue what that was....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9xuyKGeW8XNKpeGthNvyZyPFxi0kqdpE2qk1_RbUOo6GCtFxkaWhWAqfhLEF0cyQSbTepfwsbwBcoatU9A35FlvcyXrXqsVKVVq-Rw6YmdmQHKFR_bo8NZXCwylZ2tH9yvGa1z0FoQ/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-04+at+3.27.58+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255683695220130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Close to what you thought? Kinda cool though huh! Ha I know I will never use this in with my accounting degree but that's ok! It is the only fun I get to have this semester!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-76527350027198020092011-10-02T20:52:00.000-07:002011-10-02T21:21:40.489-07:00Summer Lovin....Had Me A Blast<div style="text-align: center;">I'm bbaaaaacccckkkkk!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been without my computer for the last little bit so we will pretend that is why I haven't blogged. Sad side note....I lost everything on my computer. Three years worth of music, pictures, and all things pertaining to school. Yes, sad day indeed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well much has happened the last little/long bit! Another summer has come and gone much to my dismay. And what a summer it was. We sure had a funny group down in Virginia. I had to leave a little earlier than the rest of the sales team. When they heard it was my last day....well they kinda ambushed me....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm in the middle on the chair, and then they decided to "bar mitzvah" me...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdKcDd3xxV4W4D3mW27gX48-vAnJLkXYYbn53CHsXnOe2fu01cNMi-l92XVWgvWUQrmf2Id4bghOpUep5yiw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, they were an interesting (but super fun) bunch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A round of applause may be in order as I drove the 40 hours home once again without getting a speeding ticket. It definitely helped that my brother, Kody, flew out to Virginia to help me drive home. But I was still proud.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had quite the party to say goodbye to Summer. For the first time in many years, our entire family got together and partied like there was no tomorrow! We'd been planning this for the past year and not even Echo-no-wake-Lake was going to stop us. Some family friends gave us their cabin for the week down at Ashley and it was amazing!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdz_0PufvLhs18cE5RMyvhs3dMrp2XOjtwPQgRLrzE9CLGMsbsNoDYBjRA7KQt6qS657zbhJPudoAdWaKftV5MA2Nn-7XRyAp59ArFCNBnto07BeEqrTusEHzyQE4Lf740gQaCNsLzAA/s400/321033_255815504442399_100000418554108_925035_6712816_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097985604887314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, that is me!!! I was the only one that got up in the parasail this year. Amazing! Although there were a couple times I thought the wind was going to take me up and carry me off....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFziyY8ltC4hk1pIGEWgBYzUtn5DQVSIcY6VxACfNmduqmgZcjYq3ThyphenhyphenZU7NOnKuKzlJAQVBho5ZzkVioCQHJU9oeUOjO4euc-qRHZ0x5tVVKxQsidRmFeqNcnJE-nHuoVzE0tW7EYzQ/s400/316293_255815417775741_100000418554108_925034_5458559_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097983155839458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember loving to watch my dad and brothers ski. It was fun to have a course down at Ashley that the guys could hone their skills once more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyapqEG6T9XUzL-wPHdnQSNlAKe44iXXVZzCqchHCSZA0o5DzC4Oo1o3xUt-Nk47PXJhHUcOdcAwgSbJ-W5AlDlcgvTtiFS1gKnT4ItQvOhsugrGYH0qINcZ7ourQY9z8udGA-4HTM5w/s400/313218_255813974442552_100000418554108_925010_1115808_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097983254420226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They had everything down at Ashley: ping pong, hot-tubbing, home theatre room, paddle boards, quads, crazy fun popcorn machine, not to mention the many water toys!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHXOM4RPkhtcNnCekVqf2BiuZGveAfD1RJJTLM_1SIOm2zbXF4Hd9wxSTxNVHrC3mFpmlGc64jBbj3QYBnixoIVV16_XoKU1TZysCsuEwGZ84hgNQ4S5VCqQJUAJ57lJw88R6jhnS-zQ/s400/307383_255812321109384_100000418554108_924982_7648893_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097389271637506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love all my handsome brothers!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvGOid_do-aQUHgRe2HSj4HgAddOlN9UM2kQLcEZNYsb3Dgx_8XOfe_VN9Siju9xMXEMk9DPHjOxdQpf_nAjAuKE1tysdw19jK7W6kyNyTOq0E7J4kphFtIIcK4z0K4yd0MQ_hz-EVw/s400/294738_255813151109301_100000418554108_924998_1058374_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097387286482338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom was happier than a...well there is nothing that I can really compare it to. It was so great to have all the little ones around. Aren't they fabulous!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdq49hGcAC9WqzfMy4yIocInlhZ6caU-tJX7eGMTfVF87o3O-OvopDwru9edIEE-ORlpMX0Gelmst3ysOMMcYtjVnK1qLmm2DZMN8Lc3CvEGuvcxjU_61IDPp_AsDKXV9s5W6eLDtKaQ/s400/293988_255814521109164_100000418554108_925024_7184891_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097385881448738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These are the three new babies this year. Johnny (5 weeks), Jonah (8 months), and little Samuel (about 9 days or so- Kennedy likes to make things exciting)!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwqPHstQAjkkydOF1hGrsYncXhzsxuX7Mt_Yj1S__qy4MUlXvfOw-5GOadk_Nks5qSW3sIrHaAMeRGHeRU2i1tW_El5LPjrgLsUM8zFwHHU_mwkWtytgpNFTyw2j0_g4QmUkrWxXF2g/s400/291788_255813051109311_100000418554108_924996_21638_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097385582850194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We didn't get a chance to take a pic of all the electronics we had down there. Our family sure loves them Apple products! I believe we had something like 7 mac computers, 10 iPhones, 2 iPads, and 3 iPods. Ya life is good!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am adjusting to being home bit by bit. School is already in full swing and running me off my feet. I had a scare with one of the guys that I have tutored for the last year and a half. We were in the middle of a session when he stopped mid-sentence and said, "Katie, you have ruined my life...." I kinda laughed awkwardly and apologized, having no idea what I was apologizing for. I thought he had been doing so well!!! I stuttered for a second, trying to think of something I could say, when he continued on with his thought. "...yes, you have ruined my life because before I met you, I was completely fine to get 50-60% in my classes. Now if I get something lower than an 80-85%, I am disappointed in myself. You have ruined my life!" Of all the ways I can ruin someone's life, that is one that I am ok with!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is good though. But it has definitely been interesting. I was visiting with an old friend the other day and told him some of my stories. After tears were streaming down both our faces he exclaimed that my life should be a movie....but then realized that even Hollywood couldn't come up with some of this stuff...!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I am going to end this here but I need to say one more thing! I didn't get a chance to talk to my dear friend, Katelyn, yesterday when it was her birthday. So I would be remiss if I didn't get a chance to pay tribute to her right now. What an amazing friend she has been to me over the past..well lots of years! As I mentioned earlier, I have lost all my pictures from the past 3 years so these were stolen from facebook. Thank goodness my parents have copies so not all is lost!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family:Helvetica;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5ecea0a5i_ZCLSS90x6K0YVDBz0I0B2813SiL0EB8_aGAUs4M70h_BJjVPEXdDgVJKkphzck9HM5Vei3UMRBHkeokbgiSGSNgG-r2JXoAefaGgL_UNQr8Ytml4rCmEgdSmmLPq5ckA/s400/n193308624_31756316_2663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659105220443824354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family:Helvetica;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKLIS4vrO2ab8OppMsjRlm0yIX1yn7U2vBA0HUuIgfkabqcK9pTDgOK2eiMJCJD6Dftphi5ibqQO7UpRhw8832nDWi9IZ1B3DGe-9UB4EnI71NKRWLD5ehdl7VCr4RmWCVa_kHj969A/s400/n193308624_31756315_2119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659105218203293842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have had some good times together though! She has been there through it all! I was trying to find some cute friendship quotes but everything was too cliche. So just know that I absolutely adore you, Kate. And your cute little family too! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> We will need to do lunch soon! </span></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-16871946792015855492011-07-13T18:57:00.000-07:002011-07-14T15:16:43.001-07:00Pessimist's Drinkware<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I know my blog posts have been pretty lame the past month or two. But it isn't my fault. Life is amazing down here in Virginia, but either things aren't exciting enough to blog about....or they are <i>too</i> exciting and crazy and probably shouldn't be shared publicly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But overall life is good. Life is really good! Kyle and Jess had their baby, and he is absolutely beautiful. I love my schedule and the time I have to do other things and relax. I love that I can walk outside in shorts and a tshirt and enjoy the amazing view and weather!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The other day I was having a conversation with a friend. He commented on how he loved how positive I was. And I started thinking. (Apparently, I have been doing quite a bit of that lately). I used to think of myself as a pretty positive and optimistic person. But I always hated that question, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i>"Is the glass half empty or half full?"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is a common expression, used rhetorically to indicate whether a person is more of an optimist or a pessimist. I always said the glass was half empty...because it is! It is half empty! But I always wondered if that meant that I was really a pessimistic and cynical person. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I found this! This glass is half full!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV21wF7Guvq1W0pORVmwc6vIhybs_CF6y7vP6ciWfFNtzPe22vgVgAipTtgwJl1h-rZVP3-Q7CAhvI87poRLI13Y6RgCkPJ0HxMpdKBXN0-KNom0Q6wC1gzGhnSQZS5F0obhF0pajVEA/s400/730px-Halffullorhalfempty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629333723690722290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 235px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">See! So I am not a cynical person...I prefer to think of myself as more realistic. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And a side note...I hadn't locked my keys in my car for the past 5 years! Now I've locked them in my car 3 times in the past 3 months. Gah I am brilliant!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-73410795434596161912011-07-10T19:34:00.000-07:002011-07-10T20:39:34.228-07:00Oh To Be Me...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know the elephant in the room. Yes, that giant one over there. Isn't it funny how 2 people can be looking at the same thing, and one sees an itty bitty mouse where the other sees a mammal monstrosity. Just to clarify, it really is/was an honest to goodness mammal monstrosity. Not even exaggerating a little bit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3zyz6_KciimKeEKX7nxQYfe601kN49RrRZa3IIYPocVYoE879Vtyw5YRgEaXkD-q9zCUYrKSjAihd2xsmE63l2khf5njePEpRHJcbxNtRWGVLV-ANULAP1LlCJrLiGprg07CUaDCjQ/s400/Elephant+in+the+Room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627923736729789522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 249px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My life should be a movie. Call me for details....!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-41750534866820505272011-06-25T07:45:00.000-07:002011-06-25T07:57:18.956-07:00Katie In Concert<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Time. I love how I have time to do things now. I have decided to fulfill a life long dream while I am here in Virginia.....Look what I got!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXmgCzDD_pOXqmlucnYND7j2_4MaNndHdpo1O03J80VXHrHRzG5pAaQWpXoZ0UN1WJlAb61EDWOboUgTRObuq1Y1fhhgsKURV0Jl9_zz4Fnlw1Y_VXyieDLxcl8INitw-oLkCLJKDkQ/s400/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622170818257529922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Forgive the awful background and lighting and everything but I was too excited!</div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-49228192089745514252011-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:47:46.400-07:00My Heart Is Just A Little Bit Broken<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35FLLenNyUDtEILLxldGbnmGNHLOnZb53q4hfMlXL-YVprhf-tOT7lHz4ZK8_oo7e707dOcySYXdxTfC4LWNIKoFV2TRSNz0o5GGxBtCFa1nhR_Te4K03wZ4JqAOr_imRkdgtlDBjQg/s1600/IMG_0618.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35FLLenNyUDtEILLxldGbnmGNHLOnZb53q4hfMlXL-YVprhf-tOT7lHz4ZK8_oo7e707dOcySYXdxTfC4LWNIKoFV2TRSNz0o5GGxBtCFa1nhR_Te4K03wZ4JqAOr_imRkdgtlDBjQg/s400/IMG_0618.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620869816358461922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kody comes home tomorrow. I'm 4100 km away. 'Nuff said....</div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-82003885247674336892011-06-19T09:49:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:52:55.905-07:00The Fortune You Seek Is In Another Cookie...<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">Ch<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">ec</span>k one off my Bucket List!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think I am in the wrong profession! I would love to wear crazy clothes and play cards all day long. So basically it was all a bunch of 'fortune cookie' stuff but I loved it. She definitely had a lot to say about the relationship aspect of my life more so than anything else.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last weekend we went to the 'Celebrate Fairfax' Fair. I love a good fair. There were rides and booths and games and shows and food.......and a full fledged honest-to-goodness psychic. I've walked past countless shops that advertise palm or tarot card readings or something or other. And there has always been a part of me, a longing if you will, to succumb to that little desire and have my future told! So I did. I'm not one of those people that really believes in fate or signs in the stars or anything. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Although a couple months ago, my horoscope was creepily accurate. Like it's not even funny creepily accurate!)</span> But here is what Madame Zora told me....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3TH8kaqA8R6mCUtZ0i077yP1zvyBW_LDNeQO-ntE2IbhIYIYg9UpF-TUe9bKLJTTix429qCZqdzUSb2rEcrtYgKAs4yKTxxex9T6lnVs1AlMlHfqgC8hmP2Kw5Q3mCs0p8CB9zq-Gw/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619980122348270418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 188px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There have been some changes in your life- some that you are resistant to and some you embrace.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There will be a move in your future. And although it will be overwhelming, it will have a positive impact in your life. Don't be afraid.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There are things that you am not facing head on in your work and career focus. Don't be resistant to taking another look and heading in different directions. Be open to opportunities that present themselves,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Love and Relationships...There are 2 energies surrounding that aspect of your life. A negative and a positive energy. The negative energy is in your past. You have been very resistant and full of negative feelings towards such associations. You have been hurt by friends and loved ones when it comes to relationships. Because of past affairs, interactions, circumstances, and experiences, you have created a negative aura when it comes to commitment. But that is going to change. There is a positive energy is in your future. The next person you meet will have a positive influence <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(watch out!)</span>. But you need to be careful to not let past events and feelings come through into this new relationship.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think I am in the wrong profession! I would love to wear crazy clothes and play cards all day long. So basically it was all a bunch of 'fortune cookie' stuff but I loved it. She definitely had a lot to say about the relationship aspect of my life more so than anything else.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejKMoQuLRYdBc3H-HC_aJDTLZU8ADBJCWQs-0morpZAcaiAxYAtSK3D_l36VsX8ukWDLVjnk2zlJTpbN2_RIgbykzmcLXNBRAkPwkFNPyEN6uqxsN8YOcPuddXmzwgt67tmbQybIknQ/s400/DownloadedFile.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619980127653367650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 135px; " /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is definitely a mystery. I am so grateful that I have other places I can turn to for answers. But every once in a while it is fun to have someone gaze into their crystal ball for you...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyynqBUm9kLKG1FNcq_nN-QUxQ_2weH22Qw0BUnP4YiDBtMMrTFe_YsQIkrYvokBoPAlJt-4Lw-Yn_PyhxJOl61xUR2r0Hrddwy8aTxqj5oAU3Qj9x_Ary2uDSNVWVibt0d3n6Ipung/s400/504443770_b0f7743d87-413x369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619980133559708482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px; " /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I want to wish my Dad and brothers a Happy Father's Day. I have the most amazing family and the most amazing parents. I Love You Dad!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqAus13t4BkKNxen2ZBUq7f2MlC59d-6RJbCJ1CDLimaB-mWPjg5mgSQ_cacVHRuvi6nuV5O2LykO3KwQ5Vf7PMCKfCXhHAxrBuVIzzy_P9-59owdMz2sE_tn0yeBBjbLY-V5aToIVQ/s400/P3250035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619983993121843074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Hands down, my most favorite picture of my Dad EVER!! What a shining personality! It's no wonder I've turned out the way I have!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-24111747026437383722011-06-07T18:07:00.000-07:002011-06-07T18:57:26.982-07:00War Of The Roses....<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I know my last post was pretty pitsy, especially since it was so long over due. But this is one that has been on my mind for awhile. I found a radio station here in Virginia last summer that I loved listening to on my way to and from work. It's hilarious. And so real. They talk a lot about the differences between men and women and relationships and marriage and stuff. I know, weird that I would enjoy listening to something like that, what with all my commitment issues and everything. Every once in a while they do this thing called 'War of the Roses' where sadly 9 times out of 10 they catch a partner cheating (which probably doesn't help with my commitment issues any). But one day they brought up an interesting point. And by posting this, <b>I am in no wise saying I agree with everything. </b>But it got me thinking about a few things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Licenses. We have to renew many of our licenses, whether it's a driving license, a hunting license, a dog license, a software license, a business license, etc. One license that we don't renew is our marriage license. Strange thought, I know. But what if we did? What if people had the choice of whether or not to renew their marriage license? If people had to renew their marriage license every four years or so, don't you think people would try a little harder? If one knew their spouse had the choice of whether or not to renew, wouldn't he/she pay more attention to the little things? Watch the tone of his/her voice? Communicate better? Show more appreciation? Work together? Express love more often? I don't know. I can definitely see a lot of negative repercussions that such an idea could bring, what with the world being the way it is these days. But still, I thought it was an peculiar but interesting idea that they brought forth. I don't know. I'm not saying it is a good plan. It just brought some things into perspective for me, and it has been on my mind back and forth over the past few days. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VFrHlxU0ugVap__ze14xnBpih-uA4AvhaRFIZnFyBcyLRwy53srHO9FyNLbZ4aEKBCFGGITcFXWF3y1pZlH3EqEaWJ4omFjEtDkI1xhUdx4xT9lgga8qjvIZK7NJwzdxIJVlM1mHIw/s400/funny-wedding-pictures-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615659956760370562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Thoughts...?</span></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-64892540701001128652011-06-05T16:30:00.000-07:002011-06-06T18:40:23.916-07:00Carry Me Back To Old Virginny<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I made it! There were times that I wasn't so sure...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With finals and tutoring and everything else finally out of the way, I was getting ready to embark on my journey of 4100 km across the country. But smooth sailings were not to be had. In the few days leading up to my departure, my car started acting strange. Turns out things like transmissions don't last forever...turns out they tend to go kaput just after the warranty runs out. Funny how that happens! But with it being Easter long weekend, I didn't feel like I could wait around for 5 more days in order shops to open to get it fixed. So Saturday, April 23, I decided to head out and get as far as I possibly could. KJ and my dad both said they <b><i>thought</i></b> my transmission would <b><i>probably</i></b> get me all the way to Virginia. Good enough for me, so I started to drive. With my GPS and Google Maps in hand, I prayed for smooth sailings. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love GPS. I do. But sometimes it is a love/hate relationship. I don't know what happened but the GPS took me places I just really didn't want to go. A normal person driving from Alberta to Virginia would drive across the entire state of North Dakota. But strangely, the GPS decided to add 300-400 miles onto my journey and drop me down through South Dakota instead. I didn't see so much as a glimpse of a North Dakota horizon. I have to think that God was looking out for me in some strange way. It probably has something to do with the fact that there is kind of a warrant our for my arrest in the state of North Dakota....no big deal.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXkAAtTkirxgrGjnKdZ-IrmzhTO2I61EWCV_F4tmoDLboySWv6b7YrS8XKoVWXlGanXqwd7vimM-Par_HwmgRpePXTy4TY3QfuUJRdtCM3cLxGmo3dRp3vuOjBacrTwekgmOuge22aA/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612352105944464370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a long long drive though. The pep-talks I gave my car were definitely oscar movie material. I didn't really know what to expect if my transmission were to suddenly die on the way down, but I kept having these visions of my car blowing up as I drove down the interstate. I had to keep reassuring myself that my Dad loved me more than that and wouldn't have let me drive with the possibility of suddenly combusting. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I made it! And I love it! It is so incredibly great to be here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had my first Saturday off a little while ago, and it was the weirdest but best feeling in the world. I had no responsibilities, no errands, no stress, no decisions to make. And I love it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also had to speak in Chuch last Sunday. My topic was Patience. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I was glad it wasn't Honesty....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But Life is Good!</span></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-39987202591357043622011-04-19T11:09:00.001-07:002011-04-19T11:18:37.990-07:00There is a light at the end of the Tunnel...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZ7U41GaEz_37mdWMtp9kSBfRWZKcf2I3JOQfsSx9thZbjbTAUPnvIlSjL6KpidBgk4FteA7OS5qBGXLQ24jXehQcwAp1j1tvSJ7kbrruWGggQlkWqCdSRv5x4KDKFa5kTnWwvwim2A/s1600/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZ7U41GaEz_37mdWMtp9kSBfRWZKcf2I3JOQfsSx9thZbjbTAUPnvIlSjL6KpidBgk4FteA7OS5qBGXLQ24jXehQcwAp1j1tvSJ7kbrruWGggQlkWqCdSRv5x4KDKFa5kTnWwvwim2A/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597358615174624322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I just hope it's not a train!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so proud of myself for blogging regularly a month and a bit ago...and then it all kind of came crashing down. Life was just busy! But the end is in sight with 3 finals to go!</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is kind of what I have been feeling!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyU6uIyJGKgSkX5nyWDOt9uUlCsoNxZ032KE8YkPQC5JEnWqPkzwjBmVxKWq-B3Jx5zx53clEq0rCiuUpFuaTKzb-pWV7l-i59lqull9HEeRIOSS4KHYz760P5BsDhJGvsDmb_6Fduw/s1600/much-fafsa-pay-independent-student-800X800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyU6uIyJGKgSkX5nyWDOt9uUlCsoNxZ032KE8YkPQC5JEnWqPkzwjBmVxKWq-B3Jx5zx53clEq0rCiuUpFuaTKzb-pWV7l-i59lqull9HEeRIOSS4KHYz760P5BsDhJGvsDmb_6Fduw/s400/much-fafsa-pay-independent-student-800X800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597358615354074258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And amidst of studying and tutoring and everything, I have been packing too! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness I don't have this much stuff accumulated yet...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc93phH-eqjxf2r7wKGyqkEBfvBBaokefTTk0d0KN1Y8MyMeBUdPDUQL21lxKOxYIzFmJkL3zfy3YwfptjuxGfkx88PuzQon_0CQEWwaEXod9L2qUQht7o6yLVw5-mV0TraRjyFm8Sw/s1600/movinghouse-490x391.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc93phH-eqjxf2r7wKGyqkEBfvBBaokefTTk0d0KN1Y8MyMeBUdPDUQL21lxKOxYIzFmJkL3zfy3YwfptjuxGfkx88PuzQon_0CQEWwaEXod9L2qUQht7o6yLVw5-mV0TraRjyFm8Sw/s400/movinghouse-490x391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597358610472626786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I leave for Virginia this week!!! Good riddance, snow! I am super excited to be going down there again to be with Kyle and Jess and their little family. I am excited to be somewhere with nice weather. I am excited to start working and not having to squish tutoring sessions into every tiny little break. I am also super excited to see this again....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyvexZRcLzjAw4oKAOgixHpYSATuzTJtvNEkD2i_98k32lpxgWmrZJL07L6WyKDC58IlmIxtQk0VQRZUfTSOI1wLojBRJFcrejfx42HklkYfRJ97nm_lOOsyTMR4PFeNeUR-GxhyIEg/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597359725204893234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 190px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I Love Wegmans!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-64861470667377660942011-03-26T09:30:00.000-07:002011-03-29T10:54:15.923-07:00The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of Music...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This used to be my favorite time of year when I was younger. I participated in the Rotary Carol Festival every year starting when I was 5 years old. I remember carefully choosing the songs I wanted to learn, whether it was singing, piano, or flute (and I even did a speech number or two in my days)! I loved when the books would come out that showed who had all entered and when everyone would be performing. I would scan every page over and over again till I basically had the whole thing memorized and had stars beside certain people that I wanted to watch. My mom was always so good to me because I would practically take the whole 2 weeks off of school!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes it scares me when I think about Kaden. He is turning out to be a little mini-me! I love that kid though! He played the piano and sang a vocal solo in the festival this year and did amazing! I was so proud of him! He got asked to sing his song at the Grand Concert this year and received an award for both piano and vocal.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These Olsen twins sang this song at the Grand Concert as well, and they were fantabulous! For the first time, I wanted little boys of my own so that I could teach them to sing in harmony just like this. Yes, the video is sideways but you can't see anything anyways and it is the sound that is coming out of their beautiful mouths that matters!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVva74mTDqI7L9NUOgZNgpsnQdcTaH2ayQ55bm6y0pQ4Ls78ocjuFJqX5ZBfmEttijn8HMHxs5q_-kpPIHqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The festival seems to be getting smaller and smaller each year, which makes me kinda sad. It caused me to think a lot about the way music has influenced my life and I really do wish I was doing more with it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I grew a love for music at an early age! I loved loved loved to sing!! (I still love to though!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRHbeRPBSbjbNUaUWlm82SSJXpr1-HcOIwMXGrmaymgs5r78jxAT-SdYpT-UYRBEYXTrB6O7kK-fQZMYfVLZ_j32kgy-qIykM_J8uh8UNEnn4KxKntdBMekoy5ThEDej5HpS8Eueccw/s400/sing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588640221802677890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I found this picture that I drew in grade 6 or so. Ya, definitely not an artist in the slightest!! I must have been obsessed with voluptuous lips at the time....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Well that, and the dress is a little provocative too...)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWiOiSvpdqc3I7941NjbWrUZUzxtPZvCZ_EXwMKzwSjsmBpMqhAYLDqkSStuVhW1ebpQcfzgtY8mscnTG7l4Q5NVZWGcnJl1aje27Qr3dow-QCBXr2y7hw4tejnn_5zkclpFKVCTdrg/s400/sing7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588643310413152898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And I even did my fair share of piano too. Everyone ALWAYS says, "I wish I would have practiced more when I was younger." Sadly I am no exception to that, but it is something I am still working on!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pndY8-WzUaLbyj7XjXBHcMcuOjx9MrO9OrPjjdyxgQriOLgL8tsXoKOVe1O2ASwvBjiT4DH3_dokxoV3owmGZheJ8qzZY4c_BjXytgXp9VkN_hNt8ymfXf5m9SkLT-LpAta6PdkSKQ/s400/sing2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588640224860331922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so blessed to grow up always surrounded by good music. Some of my earliest memories are waking up to the sound of my Mom's flute students warming up with a scale. I don't remember feeling so grateful at the time though!! But my mom is amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUba6hg0X8NTe4yjSl5keqFRfbeZjss8faECJAchrubL5pgxS3PBK70tRgX_eRqD8I4MGoCvvNuCQ09Hmi0DVysdboBhjntJx1Wf_c9RFrs73B5u_NJLI30hWY64qqhs9Uhwx1mxXs5Q/s400/PC050004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588640203818841554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her favorite thing is having the whole family gathered together around the piano and singing together. I feel the same way!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLR5d7ht39Zf98gpWIupX_fcprJKQVJjZcVlKgNTeFHOgPZ31f3-IrNvvfsvBJkWwhyphenhyphenILv1yxJE6THrYG15KN8xjm2yqqbEnZZRYqbYAMvOrACWDMANQBUTxQS2LbWESAW6j1AYmclQ/s400/karens+history+901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588640214270919778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This is one of my favorite memories of my Grandpa Cahoon! Well, this and when he would always take his teeth out and talk with his gums. Oh, and always play this game about dishes on a bush or something to that effect! Sadly, the accordion is a dying art!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEO0muWAHLHJkfLifJspanpsNcGAJk-mRwmoY-2Vb12rTqNmAkRBCdNYZY2_hshLVTXjN2pu9uZ_l3MEbObXgUpB4ALnIY4VSOkESoNQL6SE-4jmalpzOjWUuV7FnEjikKac7crdMxg/s400/Grandpa+Cahoon+playing+accordian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588643300176421442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I was pretty lucky to grow up in Cardston! There is such great talent, and so many opportunities to take part in. I was pretty blessed to do choir under the direction of Linda Burwell and Leslie Dittmann! Words can't even express how much I learned from those 2 great ladies!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I loved choir! These were my Junior Choir pals! Monica Prince (Bell) and Candace Olsen (Kipp).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTjKcp75luiVfsT4OeFLQHBtxnyYBTQZiaAsbUD7Ei_s80PHabXf0q4UNCicQgAhOSbCM16TLvqoSP4Dan-83NoyJnyRrUNDIL0aguKvvnPgJDrtbxOU0jr_4Fo14t3CVb40ezC0nuQ/s400/sing4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588643295028212162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And I was pretty dang lucky to have Katelyn with me through it all! Here is us in Edmonton at Honor Choir when we were little.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTwTChvFKcPdSYzVoUObu2pc0vhc6ucH7NarK_XEIgcKyduGSNTaWPP_WGHjJxBCS87lqcDf-u1JGsEK-zn-2VvsEkndzLPGIFAKnfZ-qEQupXf3DdJkg-0YcvQhFUp9EFz_RKPU4iQ/s400/sing8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588647083407758978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">As you can tell, I went searching through some of my mom's old photos. It is so easy to see what an influence music has had in my life. That was who I was; it was a part of my identity!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzoCRTSwdpVymVMlJt_K_gY7vGkp6f_Qi0EpoRTF__yOE1vlIHz2Kwxbp7tWtEBHMcNUDyUoHZuCpsAgJSjY6del5X1VaKGBbpRU7M2qXkx4E7OCjOtLrZIwmtjC2QE3n7SPbpVHrZQ/s400/sing11-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588645711241426002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBk2VSwATP3RXlSB-M2MfkbPAAQAHG4KkUQGiNXXsOd70SBZXP49jalOPtJED7OJRwxWNXwBwC5VnwiJ03ef1lIQTZ0CxohlmYhxcElRwlKS3951G-l64F98W0Vk7hZ8thMY9EUXKXg/s400/sing14-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588645711166461490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMku3mErlZsLLZnPX9R_la00KQ5AnOn69XxSfUcC_vJC1MZ8LBMuGkuePwfSjEG87SGF1ol9cGINOXkp8CBQYhopb0KwqSqZI95Jqh9PTo_W6VU7WB-imhEznC__U3Qo7zuKJ5CwEMA/s400/sing12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588651404366622098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I will never live this one down! I got asked to sing 'A Part of Your World' from The Little Mermaid at a Community event. I got there to do a quick dress rehearsal and realized that they had a costume for me to wear! Yup! A costume for the Little Mermaid!! I was slightly mortified. Little did I know that several of my guy friends were also in the concert as the 7 dwarves. To this very day they still call me 'cockle-shells'!!</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYfEhzWNdLTHx2ny4axJFQCaYgQ6FLOwvvmNOqhbGtPh-UtsKMZujlC0W5gX9pRgCbwdi1lSePcJYC3V06EQGXBGxq089sgosDBH5e6wwMc7TUsjP7Ee_-aYvhe7tG3wlBC66Tp9brw/s400/sing9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588645703952935874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">But </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">since my 'cockle-she</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">ll' days, I have expanded my talents to other musical areas as well. I am quite the accomplished iPhone player. Oh yes, it is a real musical instrument! Here we are performing a trio at the Family Christmas Party.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OQFxLinboTVIRMdCDDDl6Nw1JYLAKcUz34b1OWBI34DJHuN87R7osn97o69d4oFyRBjd9DSFPd4_6qg8H-c6h-vxon9srgO9FB3jrzfJHm9CPJcAOx2CF7_hOPSlTN-mr9Iz9gY5yg/s400/PC204009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588640211221744802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I am so grateful for the joy that music has brought into my life! It played such an integral role into helping me become the person I am today.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-a4R_C4y9qh1GhnSmn9Js_jNK7m_rEYT3S70hb2ZfBRKPYnmf8XihzvNHN0muD0m_caYj99kOmcJbP9hzRfN86KvdlsuOHuGjqQQxtxHh6fbfDt_6KV94uyFNeOBmkP-xidOMpwLiA/s400/sing14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588645715694712786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-42761314631256965362011-03-17T02:07:00.000-07:002011-03-16T22:58:24.094-07:00An Atheist can't find God for the same reason that a Thief can't find a Policeman.<div style="text-align: center;">I really went out on a limb this semester when my friend told me to take a Philosophy class. I don't know if I will ever really listen to him again...at least when it comes to class options. But it has really been a struggle for me. Our second unit has been all about arguments for and against the existence of God, and class has been a little one-sided. I thought I could handle all of the comments people would make, but it really started to weigh me down. One of the first days, my professor had just finished presenting an argument for the existence of God and asked how many of us out there believed that this could be true. I raised my hand, and because I always sit towards the front of the class, I didn't look around to see how many other people believed the same way I did. The professor said, "Well, we've got one person in here that believes in God. This should be interesting." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I felt like I was a story in a New Era article. But every single class I felt like my soul was being attacked and it began to be quite overwhelming. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Last Tuesday was our last day in this unit. As I sat in class, I felt so good for the first time.</div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJrgLnpIhuQqKR-Bb64EI5xjVrkAU4_pstq-0ZThJOP3Okj_RBezSmkbJnBkwInbbtZ3olotZ6bE4jhgqMo6yL-ywTButhlYy-zjBDYLja4Mzd5o8QED_oqzF_WlKTvKkzWaYIJ95FQ/s400/tumblr_l9307mZAEh1qzyrwvo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582892807479482242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;">After everything was said and done, I know that this was a good experience for me. I know that my trials will make me stronger. I know that God lives and that He loves me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Plan of Salvation is a marvelous thing and I am so grateful for the knowledge I have. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <!--EndFragment-->Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-30632423370091521662011-03-08T17:45:00.000-08:002011-03-09T12:19:49.553-08:00Grow Me A Little Backbone...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So School has been super busy this semester. I knew that this semester was going to be a lot more intense than the last, so I told myself I would be firm in setting up how much tutoring I was going to do. At the beginning of the year, I sat down and set up my schedule. I was going to tutor 2 days a week and only between certain times. The semester began, and that concept flew out the window so fast my head is STILL spinning. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTKcTOrmxNV630pE_XTC2MYNJiOxuvclifLtPBMpzHnNIB2pjV-lKzK-j_4LxXaNTZwgQVTjWRM0VtTUfrTzHuOoaSN8qy-iqulYRY8Ueau3h9g1wA7kInKoRygGcaNbYNfuNgN_z3w/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582147589174149858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I haven't been really good at updating my calender on my computer, so sadly this is still lacking several appointments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I told myself 3 weeks ago that I just couldn't take on anymore students. But then last Thursday, I said "yes" to three more. Then another one the following Monday. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I just can't say No! And it has gotten me into trouble once again....! But here comes the real kicker! Yesterday, one of my old professors contacted me and inquired about some of the classes that I was tutoring. She asked if I would be willing to tutor 2 individuals that were taking some advanced accounting courses through correspondence with Athabasca. How does she know these 2 individuals, you may be wondering? (Well you're probably not-but I will say anyways). They are colleagues of hers. Yes, colleagues. She asked if I would be willing to tutor 2 other professors at the College! Holy stress to the max! So I am going to have to revamp my schedule once again and figure out what in the world I am going to do. </div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-53472847960579013692011-02-26T08:11:00.000-08:002011-03-05T08:53:40.960-08:00So This Is Love....<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's right! I have found the kind of love that makes you weak in the knees and warms the soul from the top of my toes to the bottom of my head. I never knew I could be this happy. I just want to lay in my bed all day dreaming and never get out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVSH6pdxQz1LI4gZVm8lNVvtBEvdn0kSc0jGgiqWSFrBJU8Yttx0o3NDVDbJ3_jIZ0hjih2haHvK9pjLZmSsA76oKuD8fjh0s5YVO-CgBvWHTxwwj4ClHc5LSy0j4pO4Cu37Hofq9nuA/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578035344707504146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It all started with my parents. People always say that your parents know what you really need, and this is so true! They changed my life and set me up with...a heated mattress cover! I come home from a long day at school, touch that magic little button, and suddenly feel like I can accomplish anything.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My room is the only room downstairs. Generally, the basement is the warmest part of the house....but ya, not where I live. I brought a thermometer from home a couple weeks ago just to see how cold it would get at night in my room. 4 degrees!!! So basically I sleep in a fridge. Lately it has been consistently around that 10 degrees though. Flipping freezing I tell ya! But with my new bed, well it is just the most amazing thing ever. Thanks Mom and Dad!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I still love watching American Idol, even though my absolute favorite guy of all time didn't make it past Holly wood week. And I won't tell you what I think of Steven Tyler, because it makes my mom upset! But on Wednesday after the Girl's performance, I wrote down my top 12 of who I thought would be chosen...and I was bang on! 12 for 12 (even though they chose 13). Pretty impressive if I say so myself! But not gonna lie, I was sad to see Brett Loewenstern go. I did quite enjoy him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steve Beghun was my favorite! I could listen to the 30 seconds of him singing all day long. And he is an accountant!! It doesn't get any better than that!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1KToZJ2x13Y" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">(It was a corny joke though)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(ha shame on you for whoever thought this post would be about something else....)</div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-32038785450634672092011-02-24T10:18:00.000-08:002011-02-26T15:25:40.387-08:001 Year Anniversary!!<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote></blockquote><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been 1 year since I ventured into my blogging beginnings! And what a year it has been! I turned 23 this week, and I have spent a lot of time reflecting on myself and who I am. I know I can be so frustrating with ALL my weirdness and indecisiveness and whims and peculiarities and absolute craziness. So thanks for being so great and putting up with everything! I honestly have the most amazing family and friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Do you want to hear a few things that make me a little strange?!? Some known--maybe some unknown.</div><div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I wear nylons almost every flipping day. And I LOVE them.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I love sitting in the dark! When I go to the school to study, I find a little room on the side and sit in there with the light off. People walk past thinking it is an empty room and then give me the weirdest look when they see me sitting there! I even get ready in the dark and usually without a mirror.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I spent at least $100-200 on fresh blueberries while I was in Virginia. They were my guilty pleasure.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I can't sleep with any doors open.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I can't swim with my face in the water. Jenn and I go to the University Pool every Wednesday morning at 6 and I am like a 5 year old girl that can't get her face wet. I do laps with my glorified doggy paddle.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I sometimes keep the tags on my clothes after I buy them. I'm pretty sure my grad dress still has the tag on.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">When I set my alarm, the first and last numbers have to always be the same. Like 6:16, 7:27, 4:54, etc.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">My mom says I drink loudly. (I don't know what she is talking about but....)</li></ul></div></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;">So yes, there are just a few of my quirks. Thanks for putting up with all of them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGExtLT3beAZK3zBTcKCVW4pwpqOKdCUNguYQjhdWB1CXSJVzknoBlCuRvnLwtBoQFkgsp-FV9NY6qEjkwWUQE9p1rXeqt3ymC_Xul95ANqFS1ORhIvObBFCBjzbdGlTTOcKHWT9d0YQ/s400/CIMG1996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577401902333704546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Now and then it is good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just Be Happy!"</div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-46555150271811779422011-02-06T18:40:00.000-08:002011-02-06T19:11:07.495-08:00Keep Calm and Carry On<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How many have you seen this line of products that range from books to posters to shirts to almost anything you can imagine?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdqEI2fjcvP9-VNSBU-T24Ndi5W11UuKKwSlLs6_-LrqOpmYLrrQGWlksW8gsVCwT9T_adOGJR20dnGEUT7lz7dz2aB72VYQAvPt4dEyipjOsKac-ERdONGsdLA0J8vf-vmicXoMQsw/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570773790637925362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">My new scripture journal is one such book. The original slogan was a poster produced by the British Government in 1939 during the beginning of World War II, intended to raise morale during difficult times (fun fact?). When I first saw it, I knew it was meant just for me. How perfect- Keep Calm and Carry On. It is meant to provides a sense of calm during uncertain times. I need a lot of that in my life. Especially lately it seems like. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But ya know what...! Sometimes being calm is really hard and it bites the big one. Sometimes it just sucks. Don't you ever feel like you need to just let it all go? Yesterday, I found this....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_JK6W9cLhhoAlqcEWvoINnYnLRDQu9gFMgwz9e3KPcR-tp5Wc1BQXHRDmnD4eetWHjl31oR9yGqjcNyjxDMlhCNbQ9JtpEdc0izp2ZKv57fWnJh2HhGzt9Ee2074BZmc_OVnSgws_A/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570775192046236402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 253px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Talk about my describing my week to a flipping absolute Tee. Just one thing on top of one thing on top of a billion things on top of a kajillion messed up emotions. And it's true. Sometimes you just need to freak out and cry a little. It is good for the soul, I swear. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But it's a new week and I'm back to being cool, calm, and collected. </div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-32585718716378161272011-01-20T20:05:00.000-08:002011-01-28T18:44:26.495-08:00Good Friends Are Like Fabulous Shoes....They Should Be Prized<div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of fabulous shoes....I need a few pairs. But speaking of fabulous friends, I have those in abundance! I just need to take a moment to share.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My parents are in Cancun this week. Yeah, I know-not fair! I am bitterly cold with jealousy but also excited for them. So I have been driving back and forth from Cardston to school this week which hasn't been too bad. I must say, Kaden and I have been living the good life. But there is a reason why I dislike Southern Alberta! The roads today got pretty bad and my Grandma called around 4:00 and expressed concern for me to be driving home that evening. I still had a 6:00 class so I wasn't really sure what to do. Heaven forbid if I ever missed a class!! I went and talked to the Professor and found out that in class they would be assigned topics for the Research Paper that we will be working on all semester. It was first come-first serve, so he said if I couldn't be there I would just get whatever was left over (and there were some REALLY dry topics). I weighed my options back and forth, but in the end I decided that I would go home while there was still a little light on the roads and just take the pitsy writing assignment. As I was getting ready to leave, I met up with Jason quickly because we were supposed to go over a bonus assignment for one of our classes during my break. I met Jason about 2 years ago in school and we have stuck together ever since. He almost switched majors so that we could be in the same classes together, but in the end we decided to just take the same electives. I explained my predicament and instead of being upset that I couldn't work on our project together, he said he would go and sit in my class for me and sign me up for the topic I wanted! So he waited at the university for 45 minutes and then went and sat through an hour and a half long lecture on the different techniques of literary citation (enthralling I know!) just so that he could make sure I got a slightly less boring topic than necessary!!! I can't think of anyone else that would go to someone else's class for them...! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So good friends really should be prized. I have so many amazingly good friends. I don't know how I got to be so blessed as to have both such fabulous friends and family!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1ksjAGpPbTDR6eYy8vI5iNLEzLixlb-FIh4g7_8YkEf08C7r4d8-60ctrfpt9VK8LpSGEAx9ADt6W7IPs5ksanqvBtFhx2THw2clazz-JmWxEfLfXXt-Rg9B2tipAkfRKK8_enNmsg/s1600/boy%252Ccouple%252Ccute%252Cgirl%252Cholding%252Chands%252Clove%252Cme%252Cphoto%252Cstreet%252Csun%252Csunshine%252Cwords%252Cyou-49d9e5dc69df8882a1db6cf2cfdb880a_m.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1ksjAGpPbTDR6eYy8vI5iNLEzLixlb-FIh4g7_8YkEf08C7r4d8-60ctrfpt9VK8LpSGEAx9ADt6W7IPs5ksanqvBtFhx2THw2clazz-JmWxEfLfXXt-Rg9B2tipAkfRKK8_enNmsg/s400/boy%252Ccouple%252Ccute%252Cgirl%252Cholding%252Chands%252Clove%252Cme%252Cphoto%252Cstreet%252Csun%252Csunshine%252Cwords%252Cyou-49d9e5dc69df8882a1db6cf2cfdb880a_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564500445588950450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 184px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you Jason!!!!</div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-58968877992098043702010-12-31T00:12:00.000-08:002010-12-30T23:13:40.746-08:00All Good Things Must Come To An End....<div style="text-align: center;">2010 has reached its close and with bittersweet feelings that I say goodbye. It has been an amazing year with many ups and downs. Definitely one of the best though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">School has been one of my saving graces this year. When I look back on all that I accomplished and everything that I was able to be a part of, I am overwhelmed. This past year has honestly changed my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a nerd and found this picture today. It makes me somewhat happy though!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipG0oUrVasmotRl7p4UvERCxhk-KPi7WBg1ygbAsK3Sgseb1eYi-AEfO4LViRqM6icTSbu4Mb6ipkjsZAhSTqMP-1w901T-a8gjbpl5B6VlpsRqtTsyOb9u2v7h7xxxfRODvDY0opFVA/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipG0oUrVasmotRl7p4UvERCxhk-KPi7WBg1ygbAsK3Sgseb1eYi-AEfO4LViRqM6icTSbu4Mb6ipkjsZAhSTqMP-1w901T-a8gjbpl5B6VlpsRqtTsyOb9u2v7h7xxxfRODvDY0opFVA/s400/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556730723711354146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I spent the summer in Virginia and it was phenomenal! Spending time with Kyle and Jess and their family was such a highlight. I don't know what I would do without Jess in my life. She was my rock over the summer. When I got a little crazy and my mind wouldn't cooperate--she was there! And I loved everything about Virginia. Heck, I even loved my job! Who knew...me and bugs! But to be honest, it was really just all about being able to work with Kyle and spend more time with him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love Christmas. And this Christmas was extra special! We travelled up to Hinton to spend the holidays with Kennedy and Eric and their little ones! A day with the Holts is always one to remember. But we got an extra surprise this Christmas! Shayla went into labor 5 1/2 weeks early and it was a Christmas miracle! There was one bed available in all of Alberta. So at one in the morning on the 23rd, they ambulanced KJ and Shayla to Edmonton and baby Jonah James Wood was born that night. He weighed 5 pounds 10 ounces, which is a really good size for being a premie baby. Jonah was transferred down to Lethbridge on Sunday and is still in NICU but doing really well. And he is honestly just the cutest little baby anyone ever did see!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEAzmEGyLVDzctShdj-CRdZYAB4ublcHmV7Rg1yLBD2O05Ys4Ytd2VAOrA5sjIFwFrOkm7voysPBwKQ39WBXoDkobJlKHOjgd6nAvYeba3vXRhvNVFTwdN_8LezBliLjmnDyRZ2KPVA/s1600/IMG_1632.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEAzmEGyLVDzctShdj-CRdZYAB4ublcHmV7Rg1yLBD2O05Ys4Ytd2VAOrA5sjIFwFrOkm7voysPBwKQ39WBXoDkobJlKHOjgd6nAvYeba3vXRhvNVFTwdN_8LezBliLjmnDyRZ2KPVA/s400/IMG_1632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556727016884992066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas is always a special time. I have many fond memories with my family around the holiday season. But each year, right around 10:00pm on December 24th, my dad and brothers approach me with this wildly desperate and pleading look in their eyes....and I just know. I know that I will be spending the next 2-3 hours wrapping their Christmas presents for them. My dad actually came to me earlier in the month this year but decided to dispense with the theatrics because he knew I would just do it. I've recently come across this blog about <a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/">1000 awesome things</a> and thought this was so true. Don't you just love wrapping presents and how it is the best thing when the wrapping paper lines up perfectly!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT9Xl8f-TU6Q9NyQVevJDqQmOoeZ2O0RPg33bWsX1Sv6JDnIWI58rP2qtQqMyoeYSiUYuTrrPzmVzVoSDfllXLXLcLTpmGrtQkEtGQ7R8aA_5PjxAxKaEVNb6Nvf8g96iHxaTqAsx_A/s1600/unawesome.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT9Xl8f-TU6Q9NyQVevJDqQmOoeZ2O0RPg33bWsX1Sv6JDnIWI58rP2qtQqMyoeYSiUYuTrrPzmVzVoSDfllXLXLcLTpmGrtQkEtGQ7R8aA_5PjxAxKaEVNb6Nvf8g96iHxaTqAsx_A/s400/unawesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690965994366450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 228px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is un-awesome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRs4Nt0DtbKmDN1VRzgtjz5ATe0Z4rbjK1215AcPrDb3bLh6SQDsK1fJUarVjSc9oTgAnMWVybUxr_8HKD3cFJU_SNMI-s1srwEi05uq7fE8SYEvlmMqKwjQ3cqzV23tVvT6FbOm2pIQ/s1600/awesome.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRs4Nt0DtbKmDN1VRzgtjz5ATe0Z4rbjK1215AcPrDb3bLh6SQDsK1fJUarVjSc9oTgAnMWVybUxr_8HKD3cFJU_SNMI-s1srwEi05uq7fE8SYEvlmMqKwjQ3cqzV23tVvT6FbOm2pIQ/s400/awesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690968813437746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is awesome!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be better at noticing those little things that make life awesome!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you want to know how I spent all last Christmas...???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bvG0ju922xrzQHR5q_gXCDA3ya3r5U7KL-Oq-9FKOVwpJ3afiUlgr1cLckXMSWdE3rnAsoTh_2krrfAadDkO7IZx4NRmRKjkINRM7yvvByDN4U25NWE62HrzXVqOmNXVHh-8qP83JQ/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bvG0ju922xrzQHR5q_gXCDA3ya3r5U7KL-Oq-9FKOVwpJ3afiUlgr1cLckXMSWdE3rnAsoTh_2krrfAadDkO7IZx4NRmRKjkINRM7yvvByDN4U25NWE62HrzXVqOmNXVHh-8qP83JQ/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556730722494845234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yup! That is what I did. And this Christmas hasn't been a whole lot different! It's been amazing and relaxing and just what I needed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this year has been amazing! But I am going to make 2011 even better!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS- Happy Birthday Noah!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe how big you are!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpNIiyNPRhq92Wmh5v5hDwKoSbVkIA6JsUL30Y4N9Wpa3WLZtnKErqdcZE2AD4ZyTS8YgWYNHrnJFgWvcCluGgjFcBAYarTAi1VHwB679r6glURJDIOKC-oMfByOpstGnKIxEy9BOhg/s1600/P2070079.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpNIiyNPRhq92Wmh5v5hDwKoSbVkIA6JsUL30Y4N9Wpa3WLZtnKErqdcZE2AD4ZyTS8YgWYNHrnJFgWvcCluGgjFcBAYarTAi1VHwB679r6glURJDIOKC-oMfByOpstGnKIxEy9BOhg/s400/P2070079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556739614611674370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What a stud muffin!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxWSgARtSihrPyh-eQEM7wd6ilWxczPzw0mpzCERNG-RwM9ihx3gLQH9uhOv1N4aXKJc2BLnKwgOBpFM4RcYU3Hy_WkqlhyphenhyphenCWldoNZHc2tJg6X6Dx0vgiuMtSCemLEf-fwOKKiiT1xQ/s1600/IMG_1867.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxWSgARtSihrPyh-eQEM7wd6ilWxczPzw0mpzCERNG-RwM9ihx3gLQH9uhOv1N4aXKJc2BLnKwgOBpFM4RcYU3Hy_WkqlhyphenhyphenCWldoNZHc2tJg6X6Dx0vgiuMtSCemLEf-fwOKKiiT1xQ/s400/IMG_1867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556739613492890322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-62938472842691450172010-12-20T04:23:00.000-08:002011-01-21T18:40:02.671-08:00Suddenly I See<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHGkA0LpBH2-UamxZLhKrZ5WNsjRi1KW5QMaMCvHGZs8dA4xi5xINa7Dp2OEgIUY_36KFUFz2IV6LrvTteZYm0OnwVLGadbRDjdCH0qgXGajrqim0nkReYbjN0uIl0mlCMDB0VpMo0w/s1600/images-1.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHGkA0LpBH2-UamxZLhKrZ5WNsjRi1KW5QMaMCvHGZs8dA4xi5xINa7Dp2OEgIUY_36KFUFz2IV6LrvTteZYm0OnwVLGadbRDjdCH0qgXGajrqim0nkReYbjN0uIl0mlCMDB0VpMo0w/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556744779534058706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up this morning and could see the twinkle in the angel's eye on the Christmas tree. Big deal? Yes! Normally I just see some blur of a color blob. Miracle? Practically. I had laser eye surgery on Friday. Now, I'm sure I know what you are thinking. "Really Katie?! You?? You are such a wimp when it comes to anything like that." And it is so true. But it honestly was one of the best decisions I've ever made.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And really, it wasn't that bad. The appointment was about 4 hours long but the actual operation takes about 1 minute per eye. Just before I went under the knife, I found out that my parents helped pay for the surgery. I have the best parents in the entire world. When they put the numbing drops in my eyes, they couldn't tell what were tears and what were drops.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhminwcnnCyVYlsblvM_TlJmCI5knOJN_qCVMggL4ULGvwQ9A38dPWgPIpNJIn5non_yC3aobleoUZ_vRKEECaIimyqUAu_j97Asi_734VN7ol22thQc3hB15RgjFR1kO2w23HHjLjs_g/s1600/images.jpeg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhminwcnnCyVYlsblvM_TlJmCI5knOJN_qCVMggL4ULGvwQ9A38dPWgPIpNJIn5non_yC3aobleoUZ_vRKEECaIimyqUAu_j97Asi_734VN7ol22thQc3hB15RgjFR1kO2w23HHjLjs_g/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556744784182475298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 91px; " /></span></a></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Merry Christmas everyone!!</p><p></p><p></p></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-40716703289115723832010-12-15T12:45:00.000-08:002011-01-21T18:39:28.968-08:00Baby, It's Cold Outside...<div style="text-align: center;">Well actually it's not really that cold outside but I am definitely not complaining! I've decided that I wouldn't even mind if we don't have a white christmas! But knock on wood!</div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">School ended with a bang. I didn't have any finals so I've basically been done for a week, and then plus some extra tutoring here and there. I realized more about how much of a wimp I am though. The last week of school I practically lived in the IB Commons lab working on a project for my Computerized Accounting class. It was a group project but I have issues 'letting go' so I kind of just did the whole 40 hour ordeal on my own (for some odd strange reason my partner didn't mind in the slightest)! I was helping another group set up their company and the guy, Ron, called me Stevie. I didn't correct him and so it went on...and on and on. "Look at the numbers that Stevie calculated for depreciation." "Check to see if Stevie has the same invoices." "Stevie, how did you set up your payroll?" After a couple hours I was getting ready to leave when one of the guys I tutored came over and asked, "Katie, could you come and look at our accounting case? Our numbers aren't working." Ron asked what my name was and then apologized profusely because he said he had been calling me 'Stevie' for the past few hours. I laughed and said, "Oh really! I hadn't even noticed!" There was a girl named Stevie in my last ward so I wonder if Ron had ever met her. Ok so dumb story but...well that's as good as it gets.</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I came across this video and thought it was the most clever thing I've seen in a long time!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZCFCeJTEzNU?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Merry Christmas! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS- After Friday, I'll be able to wake up in the morning and be able to see!!!</div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-16192896271759945162010-11-21T08:54:00.000-08:002011-01-21T18:40:48.830-08:00I'm Still Alive!<div style="text-align: center;">School is coming to a close pretty quick here! I have absolutely loved this semester! It hasn't been too stressful and I have filled my time with a lot of tutoring...a lot!! For the most part it has been a great experience. But my inability to say no has gotten me into trouble once again!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My roommate, Jen, asked if I could tutor some of her friends in their University Stats class. I wasn't sure how their class would differ from the class I took, but I said I would meet up with them and take a look with what they cover. I looked through the front of their notes and the content looked somewhat familiar....so I thought, "hmm, why not". That weekend I took a hard look into their text book and realized this wasn't just any old University Stats class. No, it was a Psychology University Stats class. Oh great! I spent 8 hours that weekend studying their class! What had I gotten myself into!?! But so far so good. I just have to spend more time going over their material than I do all of my own classes combined!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfn1K6fE-mh9k4hHSnuVpZtqSvqxzeTzWDCWQ5XpYYjdLGj8SxAl8BgYAVi2gO_vo7RUJJKEnCVpuyFYtVd96o8r8NcRXbsX-QxFoa82fSiAMVxRnvHK9LASREWO4QyTeW5NCO6IHgA/s1600/IMG_0361.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfn1K6fE-mh9k4hHSnuVpZtqSvqxzeTzWDCWQ5XpYYjdLGj8SxAl8BgYAVi2gO_vo7RUJJKEnCVpuyFYtVd96o8r8NcRXbsX-QxFoa82fSiAMVxRnvHK9LASREWO4QyTeW5NCO6IHgA/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058266208664290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The formulas are absolutely crazy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeWQ2-ehrVudA57nCJ2QBH18_Mjm3kKqu4M3Hc8LYatbzPm2_8KQ8Msbu5vKJy5IiSausRB4gQILW3XkVF2ScESR8JlR1sggsxjBiNrAg6UEhN4ZtambVO2AbprYAGkkVHAI0YWhW4A/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeWQ2-ehrVudA57nCJ2QBH18_Mjm3kKqu4M3Hc8LYatbzPm2_8KQ8Msbu5vKJy5IiSausRB4gQILW3XkVF2ScESR8JlR1sggsxjBiNrAg6UEhN4ZtambVO2AbprYAGkkVHAI0YWhW4A/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058653137472802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And they have gotten progressively worse since these ones.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But really, school has gone well so far. I am excited for the next few years. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I just want to brag about one of my students for a minute. Her first exam didn't go so well when she got a 63% on it. She really wanted to do better so she signed up for tutoring. We worked really hard together. Her next exam she aced with a 97%! I was so proud of her. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wouldn't you love to come home from church to this?!? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aElmazxxXDU-3rwsQJeqYh12uH6eujkiwgsUp9eRjOUXpR8ZpjGgrpopRwpDsCdv1iD6aWS4TMZSIFT6ZqRVsSwnWBxk_T2nNlKfV4xc5lxwgkQOSe_FRHDU1_Dy23KT6_u0oN918Q/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aElmazxxXDU-3rwsQJeqYh12uH6eujkiwgsUp9eRjOUXpR8ZpjGgrpopRwpDsCdv1iD6aWS4TMZSIFT6ZqRVsSwnWBxk_T2nNlKfV4xc5lxwgkQOSe_FRHDU1_Dy23KT6_u0oN918Q/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058631633778290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some guys thought it would be funny to put crayfish in our sinks and tub. We decided to thank them and cooked the creepy crawly little guys for their supper. Crayfish turn a bright orange color when cooked...gross.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ42pxmi5JbSUhR89QpLyHg-xEE0guAdR3FjABRK3oNCOarcCffFhd3M7QW2Q73Jk87_oTysF_L1RLfiaDkVf5x1Rc6h7Qk-_c8bGxulUx4NsfsTw5npEID4wJIP4s6fvxsH4LZZoh0g/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ42pxmi5JbSUhR89QpLyHg-xEE0guAdR3FjABRK3oNCOarcCffFhd3M7QW2Q73Jk87_oTysF_L1RLfiaDkVf5x1Rc6h7Qk-_c8bGxulUx4NsfsTw5npEID4wJIP4s6fvxsH4LZZoh0g/s400/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058643261891746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I just took a picture with my phone so quality is poor but this one was really big and disgusting....take my word for it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Melanie, my good friend from England, called me last week! I miss that girl so much. Anyways, she randomly got a phone call from this guy who said, "You don't know me but I recognized you at church today with a picture I have of you sticking your tongue out." Needless to say she was a little creeped out! But the guy went on to explain that he was a friend of mine and his name was John (well actually he would have said Elder Spencer). John is on a mission right now in the same area where I was when I was over seas nannying. He is serving in my old ward and has gotten to meet all of my dear dear friends over there!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is the picture he recognized her from....she wasn't impressed!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xKGnqIOrW2p1fn7WD6eukFEwF_AJZj6FJktb0wECgQhitGuuF0PCHgEvhBUkCkW1SknzpMqKDo1fLjMCVT7SFStUOZhZGZZV6TkZ4gO2db8KR8CcgdfdT6IdniEvQk8e5TbXWbMEVg/s1600/DSC02045.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xKGnqIOrW2p1fn7WD6eukFEwF_AJZj6FJktb0wECgQhitGuuF0PCHgEvhBUkCkW1SknzpMqKDo1fLjMCVT7SFStUOZhZGZZV6TkZ4gO2db8KR8CcgdfdT6IdniEvQk8e5TbXWbMEVg/s400/DSC02045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542168959843546402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But isn't she gorgeous! I miss her like this dickens and think she needs to come over here to visit!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67Hji8SDecPEhe965kEocj8TQBqEb1tfVx_TlCHZT8sfssDBOenI4NrDljGiDV9p2ZMeypzkKP6-0A70-C-JXkcmdMV1x5ZPREDA7JmJ58a1dAFqj9vKYM8kbd2-Q0VwZzu7D26uEDQ/s1600/DSC01966.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67Hji8SDecPEhe965kEocj8TQBqEb1tfVx_TlCHZT8sfssDBOenI4NrDljGiDV9p2ZMeypzkKP6-0A70-C-JXkcmdMV1x5ZPREDA7JmJ58a1dAFqj9vKYM8kbd2-Q0VwZzu7D26uEDQ/s400/DSC01966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542170211710180434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></a></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-27290149605748054612010-10-17T21:11:00.000-07:002011-01-21T18:41:31.130-08:00A Weekend of Firsts<div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally! Something to report! Although I will admit it's kind of bitter sweet. For obvious reasons I can't post everything but some of you know what I am talking about. So I have moved into good ol' Lethbridge on the West Side and it has been great! You all know my goal has been to be more outgoing and try and get out more. Well, I think I have been doing a pretty bang up job with that. This past weekend, there was a YSA activity "Battle of the Airbands". And no, I didn't dress up and dance around like a crazy person pretending to play an air guitar...but I did take part in a skit in between the acts while people set up. That is me taking leaps and bounds I must say!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is the skit that we did. Haha. It went really well.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M">BonQuiQui</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was girl number 1...not BonQuiQui. Ha that was my roommate, Jen. She fit the part perfectly!!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then on Saturday, I went to my first hockey game ever! Yup, ever! I feel like I am officially a Canadian now. But before that excitement began, I was taken to the Calgary Tower for dinner. It was amazing! We had Calamari as an appetizer. I had never had it before and I didn't even gag. Impressed!? It's chewy, like everyone says, but not too bad. And the view, outside the window, was amazing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUc06pdeSS8lMoQcfEONBiFmASSnYAVuMY9419qesuKX6YGBNYWVQ27QNFYp_wV1FCX-e1t28gUZ1Pg1U7K7_2_yjdcwu9WknOOBOCMZMECiq562ukgAWsYb8Y_HPc7Ns0JcWa3GgWQ/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUc06pdeSS8lMoQcfEONBiFmASSnYAVuMY9419qesuKX6YGBNYWVQ27QNFYp_wV1FCX-e1t28gUZ1Pg1U7K7_2_yjdcwu9WknOOBOCMZMECiq562ukgAWsYb8Y_HPc7Ns0JcWa3GgWQ/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529226882072059666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had timed things perfectly with the Sunset and everything...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2ujhoEvPuIw76rB7DWFSLq54acRgVfDzRCI3vixardO25bPUslRS5wugiVYVc3nv4lEBC0-sYKRDdgYti7NBFCOc_L5JIdmqWsWM3auYaBrFrP0lHx6RWDUGqsFsDOye8tFmoeandA/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2ujhoEvPuIw76rB7DWFSLq54acRgVfDzRCI3vixardO25bPUslRS5wugiVYVc3nv4lEBC0-sYKRDdgYti7NBFCOc_L5JIdmqWsWM3auYaBrFrP0lHx6RWDUGqsFsDOye8tFmoeandA/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529226875066892738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But a date isn't a date without it's awkward moments. When we were first seated at our table, my date excused himself to use the restroom. The waiter came over and asked what our plans were for the rest of the evening. I told him we were going to the hockey game and it was my first game ever! We chatted for a bit and then my date returned to the table. The waiter looked over at him and said, "So, you're out with a Virgin tonight!" That didn't make things weird at all...The waiter then clarified that he meant I was a Hockey Virgin. I am positive there were better words that could have been used.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The game was amazing though! It was the Flames vs. Oilers face-off. I have always had friends say that Hockey Players are hot and sexy but I never saw the appeal. I always imagined black eyes, missing teeth--you know, the beat up look. But I must admit there was some definite eye candy on that ice as the game was getting ready to start. And our seats were 10 rows from the ice! I couldn't believe how close we were. I have never been much of a hockey fan but there was a moment or two when my eyes welled a tear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-umQi3sc9jsebHgBCqdFfP0YforQUYaSss9ugjIPoRZ8eGGPvC8nvJDHPk3k_8d15bTsSB4HJE9_taLQVTxTD6Qo-sUdODZnyE0wwtTQK-a2i9NibxX7zIH1ALntWT2KWKtDbsxDq2A/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-umQi3sc9jsebHgBCqdFfP0YforQUYaSss9ugjIPoRZ8eGGPvC8nvJDHPk3k_8d15bTsSB4HJE9_taLQVTxTD6Qo-sUdODZnyE0wwtTQK-a2i9NibxX7zIH1ALntWT2KWKtDbsxDq2A/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529227655470095458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs45bEgcfTFik6fDw5GMS7SFDrnmaybUdTf6fthymtiBcOATbupWyT7mygrFycwwMoJR4H1nwhpOo4Fp2Cnm29-6lh0PH9-rU1QkgHHJsDdUh7VrCheFg5xNvTpyKpEekvDcPYiYTYKQ/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs45bEgcfTFik6fDw5GMS7SFDrnmaybUdTf6fthymtiBcOATbupWyT7mygrFycwwMoJR4H1nwhpOo4Fp2Cnm29-6lh0PH9-rU1QkgHHJsDdUh7VrCheFg5xNvTpyKpEekvDcPYiYTYKQ/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529227645058934354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There were so many people!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5XC-9vahwRZJFCEyypQhLa8dIIsOQTB_sgAuSo70imv_3PkEsJ2BXBYljHHOrXWc4VAH85hTiduBu5uCEioF6nHTBfEorBxtDtUhtfXtABp37DeY_Hyx6xwvAIaotx53bxBB0RZlxg/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5XC-9vahwRZJFCEyypQhLa8dIIsOQTB_sgAuSo70imv_3PkEsJ2BXBYljHHOrXWc4VAH85hTiduBu5uCEioF6nHTBfEorBxtDtUhtfXtABp37DeY_Hyx6xwvAIaotx53bxBB0RZlxg/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529226893599182082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we were so ridiculously close!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZPHRwv-NiylxuTi7rMj2Z-o57R3JpAmU2DQGHfI34Nbp91wKKgAXgmjEMltar4GyiLih3EPkMxdQEtYVfV2v_vzXNStuE1opbfzWBO6K1WkTB35gYuXhQ4R1QTVpcHcyWogGrIsyEA/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZPHRwv-NiylxuTi7rMj2Z-o57R3JpAmU2DQGHfI34Nbp91wKKgAXgmjEMltar4GyiLih3EPkMxdQEtYVfV2v_vzXNStuE1opbfzWBO6K1WkTB35gYuXhQ4R1QTVpcHcyWogGrIsyEA/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529227634786398930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I was somewhat disappointed that there weren't any fights but one of the goals went in off of someone's face and there was blood all over the ice. I could have gone with a not as great view of that...but pretty intense huh!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jcnMtrQ7Vfz1chm9fXg_8NZtZi0kN8fVWzm45138BYS1M8b5Ukaen2r68Na6yKqIjKm0_im4ZoJTl64vx34bqp2aWexBYKHIaZisiK0N5qYBROt1zQnudtPHQr5Gv_OG_QsdlMuO1g/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jcnMtrQ7Vfz1chm9fXg_8NZtZi0kN8fVWzm45138BYS1M8b5Ukaen2r68Na6yKqIjKm0_im4ZoJTl64vx34bqp2aWexBYKHIaZisiK0N5qYBROt1zQnudtPHQr5Gv_OG_QsdlMuO1g/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529227633446188706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMuCP0DFMoQi-CLkskdIpqXrMeJdKzUL-yepEFZUypVLWnzVCcqWHmDbbVGL6dPdJCddpgXd3DfdfG5KrWEhmJLrucLmfQQihPsstH-vBDebYvhSpZmXskWxja_I8Tw3Q9ZvdjLHMHA/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMuCP0DFMoQi-CLkskdIpqXrMeJdKzUL-yepEFZUypVLWnzVCcqWHmDbbVGL6dPdJCddpgXd3DfdfG5KrWEhmJLrucLmfQQihPsstH-vBDebYvhSpZmXskWxja_I8Tw3Q9ZvdjLHMHA/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529227621537611282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirlEXtn1dFbQYDBI_K_uLtzFeuSQggMFbA0MH0rmfLygvAMBMrgEpHpg3z4ImUHTzEydTf6AeazaelW-2riqBVWgWNXbj0aKEMw908y-Zz4rb0mTqKzdsZ0HPpwGFs0RB2qE58W_z8g/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirlEXtn1dFbQYDBI_K_uLtzFeuSQggMFbA0MH0rmfLygvAMBMrgEpHpg3z4ImUHTzEydTf6AeazaelW-2riqBVWgWNXbj0aKEMw908y-Zz4rb0mTqKzdsZ0HPpwGFs0RB2qE58W_z8g/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529228811107967410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wahoo! And the flames won!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So it was definitely a weekend of firsts. Now, I know there are several details missing from this post so if you want the rest of the details you will have to give me a call...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I found this song and now I love it (obvious reasons)! Really you just have to listen to the first minute and a half.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv8MIsFZprg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv8MIsFZprg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81263535359082952.post-11563148910254674692010-09-24T20:21:00.000-07:002011-01-21T18:41:55.986-08:00Dream A Little Dream...<div style="text-align: center;">It has been quite some time since I have made a new post. It's sad to think that right around the time I decided to start a blog...my life got a heck of a lot less exciting. Even Kody comments on it. Kody has always been one to appreciate a good drama story. He loves it. Not so much the lack of it lately.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now just wait. When I say that, don't let the image of me being a drama queen come to mind. I'm not. The exact opposite to be sure! Even my dreams don't have drama. Typical people have crazy dreams. Like the 'being lost in a jungle held hostage by an African tribe that wants to sacrifice you to their tiki god but suddenly saved by blue aliens' sort of dreams. But I'm not typical. No sir. My dreams involve me waking up and getting dressed, going to school and taking notes, driving home and working on homework, and then getting ready for bed...(if I'm real lucky their will be a little down time for pleasure reading). Honest to goodness! Those are my dreams! I wish I could say that my dreams were as such in order to compensate for my real life being fun-filled with crazy adventures and excitement...but I'm trying to be good and not lie. My dreams can get somewhat exciting at times though. Like this one night, in my dream I was taking notes in my Management Accounting class and I distinctly remember drawing a picture of a red truck to help me remember a concept. Then the following night, (now this is where it gets REALLY exciting!!), in my dream I got home from school and was reviewing the notes from class, when I saw the picture of the red truck I had drawn the night before!!! Amazing isn't it! My dreams connected from one night to the next! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true." Oh dear. Is anyone else a little concerned for me?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWuvuyTSWzlRi6lgKAN4n7-mlIyztVO_HGkRsnrSCemPvzQSNKxlldIugkcJb0kzgjOYb801tt-o6tn2hWp2wHc04AZwsu291aCM4fePVCUh5r21JQGOzkn0kGb1vJ7GfT3YXsfuamQ/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWuvuyTSWzlRi6lgKAN4n7-mlIyztVO_HGkRsnrSCemPvzQSNKxlldIugkcJb0kzgjOYb801tt-o6tn2hWp2wHc04AZwsu291aCM4fePVCUh5r21JQGOzkn0kGb1vJ7GfT3YXsfuamQ/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520698645332761794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblRGrNL2CEURnNJPZkKe9yhoz8hZQWN5hMhAAum_Xdg6yozwYQL2JA9_d1y9VPybffqQDMIwqxdMLvdy0MGH6nFm5iQUYtipT2zSk5msTlxFK9_fopKTzZ74hIlPbNPdgmNc_A_4bWA/s1600/Picture+5.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblRGrNL2CEURnNJPZkKe9yhoz8hZQWN5hMhAAum_Xdg6yozwYQL2JA9_d1y9VPybffqQDMIwqxdMLvdy0MGH6nFm5iQUYtipT2zSk5msTlxFK9_fopKTzZ74hIlPbNPdgmNc_A_4bWA/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520698658376602338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvUlOIj-PwwzBO3tK5hgt0rel553e2nr8BgfGMsKTM55dXeKD9NgxdLuSpV5WPO3hN5Nb1JzPB4WlNvaX_ezRsveRQ_756j2F0dVklB1TrrekWoMTjcybGIPR4THwrYDKe1DtzAGWVQ/s1600/Picture+6.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvUlOIj-PwwzBO3tK5hgt0rel553e2nr8BgfGMsKTM55dXeKD9NgxdLuSpV5WPO3hN5Nb1JzPB4WlNvaX_ezRsveRQ_756j2F0dVklB1TrrekWoMTjcybGIPR4THwrYDKe1DtzAGWVQ/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520698662553621442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GRaLq19s5Y6zt_puiEaZyEzuES7Z3inDh6N-ZnZLxMqls3S2zmZSwc9fU5rHWpLkY_G3u5Z9VHpibSnMeEi44cpEq7ARK8795kO2xKsq4pbj2DKhfCgi6VJbp5mOAlJdw_7LlQyvxQ/s1600/Picture+9.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GRaLq19s5Y6zt_puiEaZyEzuES7Z3inDh6N-ZnZLxMqls3S2zmZSwc9fU5rHWpLkY_G3u5Z9VHpibSnMeEi44cpEq7ARK8795kO2xKsq4pbj2DKhfCgi6VJbp5mOAlJdw_7LlQyvxQ/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520698675004813730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOunp67GCYDBw3eJj3n583HwZaUGd39fgnRxbYq60t8d1zrgEVUnVEx6ilV_BlGgC_DK-c3iHXRwmpv7CaFmAoGfDAJZnWvjNxKMWeAGgPd4MMRGhRLqDvb8vVcUnA1Mp2AhkTRvxIA/s1600/Picture+11.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOunp67GCYDBw3eJj3n583HwZaUGd39fgnRxbYq60t8d1zrgEVUnVEx6ilV_BlGgC_DK-c3iHXRwmpv7CaFmAoGfDAJZnWvjNxKMWeAGgPd4MMRGhRLqDvb8vVcUnA1Mp2AhkTRvxIA/s400/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520698682649582050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">So now that you are reading this and feeling sorry for the sad and studious life I lead, maybe next time you will stop and forgive me for waiting so long in between posts!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Katie Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384018091873666374noreply@blogger.com4