<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:56:12.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home</title><subtitle type='html'>People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-115036821069400181</id><published>2006-06-15T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:43:30.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders</title><content type='html'>So yesterday a woman contacted me because she had seen my profile on Christiananny.net. She had e-mailed me last week to see if I was interested in a position with her family and I politely e-mailed her saying I didn't think it would work out but if she were willing to hire me temporarily with the understanding I had to go back to student teaching in the fall then I could take the position. Around a week passed and I was making the plans to go to Opelika, holding that in the back of my head but not expecting to hear anything. Walking to work at Kroger or the Sonic Burger for the summer with the option to see the boy maybe three times. Then while I am on the phone with the boy yesterday she broke in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetie that's the call waiting, i think it might be Mel, I will call you back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, new job, 3 girls, swimming pool,free private accomadations and meals, weekends off, 45 minutes from the boy, sweet salary, Tampa Bay, option to come back in January after I finish my degree, God is soooooo good. I may make it to Disney World yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deuteronomy 10:21 He is your praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-115036821069400181?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/115036821069400181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=115036821069400181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/115036821069400181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/115036821069400181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/06/wonders.html' title='Wonders'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-115014496280253409</id><published>2006-06-12T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:42:42.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Fell on Alabama</title><content type='html'>So in the last week a lot of things have changed and in just over a week from now I will be getting on a plane to return sooner than I thought to Opelika. Opelika, home of the Sweets, in Alabama, just beyond the Chatahochee river. Yup. Thanks to the graciousness of God and the parents of my boyfriend I am having another great adventure. I don't know much but I know when God tells you go, you go. So hopefully and prayerfully hopefully I will soon acquire a job for the remander of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantages being that I will get to see more of the boy then if I stay. Also free room and board. Alabama summers are also really beautiful I hear and there is only one way to find out for myself. My distaste for hot weather will hopefully be overcome by the fact that pretty much every building in Opelika has central air conditioning. In fact if anything I may spend most of my summer being too cold instead of too hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that are not good about leaving is missing Mel when she comes to visit from Guatemala and also missing my friend Heathers wedding. I am bummed about it but I know they both will understand. Every door I tried to open here this summer got shut and I feel a peace and a calling to Opelika this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prayers would be cool and I will see most of you again in the fall, till then you can find me in the Sweet Home Alabama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-115014496280253409?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/115014496280253409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=115014496280253409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/115014496280253409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/115014496280253409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/06/stars-fell-on-alabama.html' title='Stars Fell on Alabama'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114951270007989017</id><published>2006-06-05T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:05:00.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The problem with having a really good trip is that when you return everyone knows you have been away. They are inclined to ask, "How was your trip?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the portion of the conversation that stumps me. You see people don't want to spend 4 hours listening to how my trip was. My trip was so good in fact, four hours wouldn't really suffice anyways. So I mumble, really good, yeah. Then I divert to whatever I need to. It isn't that difficult, people enjoy talking about themselves. The other problem being, I have a really hard time talking about it because I wish it were still going on. The goodness of that, combined with the frustration of where I am right now makes me a little emotionally overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip of course has put me in a place of further understanding. I just, I know more now then I did before I left. I really feel like I see what God has planned, a small piece, and right now it is hard to not grow impatient as I walk out this particular piece. The piece that is states and states away from the Boy because I see the other pieces, if not entirely cleary, enough to desire for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil's parents, his sister and brother-in-law were awesome. They really made me feel at home. I can hardly describe how amazing it was being there and feeling for the first time in a long time that I really belonged somewhere even being in a place I had never been before. They are just truly a family that walks out; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 12:12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. 13Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be continuing to pray for where Phil will be when his internship is done. I have one semester left at Oswego. He desires to find a job here in NY or wherever the Lord leads him at the end of the summer. He would of course prefer to be close to me, as I would prefer that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had better go get ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114951270007989017?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114951270007989017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114951270007989017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114951270007989017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114951270007989017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/06/problem-with-having-really-good-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114951183649881949</id><published>2006-06-05T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:50:36.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/315/1495/1600/5-27-2006-14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/315/1495/1600/5-27-2006-14.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Him !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114951183649881949?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114951183649881949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114951183649881949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114951183649881949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114951183649881949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/06/ah-boy.html' title='Ah, the Boy'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114780928014215703</id><published>2006-05-16T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:54:40.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/cronkiejoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/cronkiejoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara Groves-Every Minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am long on staying I am slow to leave Especially when it comes to you my friend You have taught me slow down And to prop up my feet It's the fine art of being who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I can't figure out Why you want me around I'm not the smartest person I have ever met But somehow that doesn't matter No it never really mattered to you at all&lt;br /&gt;And at the risk of wearing out my welcome At the risk of self-discovery I'll take every moment And every minute that you'll give me&lt;br /&gt;And I can think of time when families all lived together Four generations in one house And the table was full of good food And friends and neighbors That's not how we like it now&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you sit at home you're a loser Couldn't you find anything better to do Well no I couldn't think of one thing I would rather waste my time on than sitting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And at the risk of wearing out my welcome At the risk of self-discovery I'll take every moment And every minute that you'll give me&lt;br /&gt;And I wish all the people I love the most Could gather in one place And know each other and love each other well&lt;br /&gt;And I wish we could all go camping And lay beneath the stars And have nothing to do and stories to tell We'd sit around the campfire And we'd make each other laugh remembering when You're the first one I'm inviting Always know that you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;And at the risk of wearing out my welcome At the risk of self-discovery I'll take every moment And every minute that you'll give me Every moment and every minute that you'll give me Every moment and every minute that you'll give me Every minute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114780928014215703?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114780928014215703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114780928014215703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114780928014215703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114780928014215703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/05/sara-groves-every-minute-i-am-long-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114743676639259710</id><published>2006-05-12T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:52:48.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/you%20guess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/you%20guess.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eccoblue.org/images/gator%204988sem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.eccoblue.org/images/gator%204988sem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these things have in common?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114743676639259710?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114743676639259710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114743676639259710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114743676639259710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114743676639259710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-do-these-things-have-in-common.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114693013545208280</id><published>2006-05-06T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:58:39.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/MelCatwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/MelCatwalk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/MELKATBIKES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/MELKATBIKES.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/MElpicnictable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/MElpicnictable.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/MELBEACH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/MELBEACH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/Melsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/Melsnow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mel! I love you. May the Lord bless you in the coming year as you serve him in Guatemala and he continues to guide your steps.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114693013545208280?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114693013545208280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114693013545208280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114693013545208280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114693013545208280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-mel.html' title='Happy Birthday Mel!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114686752555811808</id><published>2006-05-05T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T18:20:08.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for cookie, thanks to missy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9rzMaAucI4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9rzMaAucI4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114686752555811808?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114686752555811808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114686752555811808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114686752555811808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114686752555811808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/05/c-is-for-cookie-thanks-to-missy.html' title='C is for cookie, thanks to missy'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114646010232692970</id><published>2006-05-01T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:08:22.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/100_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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The semester is two weeks short of being over. This semester has seen me gain many new titles; among them, Aunt and Girlfriend. I know that God is stretching me in the way that I see myself and the ways that I allow others to see me. I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1576739503/sr=8-1/qid=1146444029/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-4204826-2392612?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Beauty by the book&lt;/a&gt; by Nancy Stafford. It is a wonderful book which talks about seeing ourselves as God sees us. The author is a former Miss Florida who struggled in this area.&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks I will be moving back to the Tylers and then a week later I will be flying out to see the boy. I am beyond excited about the trip, I felt God was calling me to trust him, to take the trip, to purchase the ticket. So far finances are still really tight though so that is a constant struggle, to put it back in his hands. While I am there I will be blessed to see Phil's sister marry. I am overjoyed at being able to share that day with him. I am also overjoyed to finally meet all of his family and get to spend some time with him. I will be there almost two weeks. Again a step of faith to trust God to provide financially taking time.&lt;br /&gt;I am also struffling despite my medicine with migranes and numbness. It has crept back in, the sharp pain in my head and my whole face feeling prickly. It makes me crazy sometimes. I just want to feel normal, not have to worry about what is causing it all. So far, no one really knows concretely, the MRI was normal. My bloodwork has the last three times always shown unusual inflamation but still nothing conclusive. So i just live my life trying to deal.&lt;br /&gt;Being sick all the time sometimes gets frustrating. I know that things could be worse. For the most part when i eat the right kinds of foods and taking my medicine I feel pretty good. Sometimes though I just wonder, and I think about how it was profesied over me that I would be a healer and I think about Moses and how he had to be a man of faith and how so many never saw the promise land because they lacked that faith. I wonder why God hasn't yet moved. I wonder if it is my lack of faith or if it simply isn's his will right now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I struggle with feeling beautiful and I struggle because I see all this stuff in my life, I feel sometimes so broken. I think of God in his mercy and grace and how he brought Phil and I together and it takes my breath away. God allows him to see me as beautiful. God has brought him to me, and every day he builds me up.&lt;br /&gt;Everynight the last thing I hear is Phil on the phone and after we pray there he is telling me that he loves me. Every morning I wake up and remind myself that it isn't a dream. I dont' deserve what I have but still there it is.&lt;br /&gt;I think on my past, the ways in which I felt I was unloveable, the ugliness I saw in myself. I think of that and I think on these verses;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18845" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isaiah 61&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-18845" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,&lt;br /&gt;     because the LORD has anointed me&lt;br /&gt;     to preach good news to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;     He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,&lt;br /&gt;     to proclaim freedom for the captives&lt;br /&gt;     and release from darkness for the prisoners, &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&amp;chapter=61&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-18845a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18846" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor&lt;br /&gt;     and the day of vengeance of our God,&lt;br /&gt;     to comfort all who mourn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18847" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; and provide for those who grieve in Zion—&lt;br /&gt;     to bestow on them a crown of beauty&lt;br /&gt;     instead of ashes,&lt;br /&gt;     the oil of gladness&lt;br /&gt;     instead of mourning,&lt;br /&gt;     and a garment of praise&lt;br /&gt;     instead of a spirit of despair.&lt;br /&gt;     They will be called oaks of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;     a planting of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;     for the display of his splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think especially on this part;&lt;br /&gt;to bestow on them a crown of beauty&lt;br /&gt;     instead of ashes,&lt;br /&gt;     the oil of gladness&lt;br /&gt;     instead of mourning,&lt;br /&gt;     and a garment of praise&lt;br /&gt;     instead of a spirit of despair.&lt;br /&gt;I think for so long I had been there in the ashes with no hope, I felt a deep grief. I still stuggle to not see myself apart from that emptiness. I know though that God wants to restore me. He desires to create a new thing in me.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I started serving on the worship team. I was hesitant to join. I had many reservations but I decided to step out. I think though he has in that continually clothed me in that garment of praise. Literally as I am clothed in praise, I have been priveledged to have extra time each week before the service starts and as we reherse to get close to my father. By the time the service starts I am already at his feet. It isn't about being in front of the congregation, it is about entering in and allowing him to use me to help others to enter in as well.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I that I should be clothed in that way? Who am I that I should have anything but ashes. It isn't anything I have done. I know though who my father is. I know where I belong. I want to be called an oak of righteousness and I am not there yet, perhaps now a sapling for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I think and I reflect on the end of the semester and how far I have come. I think on it and then I think on how he is not only building me up but a certain person I care very much about. I think on that. I think about getting on a plane. I think about what the future holds. I think on these things and I think on the one who has given me more then I could hope for. I don't understand why I have what I don't deserve, I don't know why he loves me. But what I do know is that even though I want to overthink everything, this much is true;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isaiah 55:&lt;span id="en-NIV-18750" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; "As the heavens are higher than the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;so are my ways higher than your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; and my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114644607063547807?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114644607063547807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114644607063547807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114644607063547807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114644607063547807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/04/beauty-for-ashes.html' title='Beauty for Ashes'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114505576288651951</id><published>2006-04-14T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:04:11.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://fathersloveletter.com/Images/mychild1.gif" height="51" width="498" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;                &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;You                  may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1                  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Even                  the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  you were made in my image. Genesis 1:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;In                  me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  you are my offspring. Acts 17:28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  knew you even before you were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  chose you when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;You                  were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book.                  Psalm 139:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live.                  Acts 17:26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;You                  are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  knit you together in your mother's womb. Psalm 139:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  have been misrepresented by those who don't know me. John 8:41-44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love.                  1 John 4:16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  it is my desire to lavish my love on you. 1 John 3:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Simply                  because you are my child and I am your Father. 1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  offer you more than your earthly father ever could. Matthew 7:11                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  I am the perfect father. Matthew 5:48 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every                  good gift that you receive comes from my hand. James 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  I am your provider and I meet all your needs. Matthew 6:31-33                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;My                  plan for your future has always been filled with hope. Jeremiah                  29:11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Because                  I love you with an everlasting love. Jeremiah 31:3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;My                  thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore.                  Psalms 139:17-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  I rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  will never stop doing good to you. Jeremiah 32:40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  you are my treasured possession. Exodus 19:5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul. Jeremiah                  32:41 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  I want to show you great and marvelous things. Jeremiah 33:3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;If                  you seek me with all your heart, you will find me. Deuteronomy                  4:29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Delight                  in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  it is I who gave you those desires. Philippians 2:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine. Ephesians                  3:20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  I am your greatest encourager. 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles. 2 Corinthians                  1:3-4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;When                  you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. Psalm 34:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;As                  a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart.                  Isaiah 40:11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;One                  day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. Revelation 21:3-4                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth. Revelation                  21:3-4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus. John                  17:23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;For                  in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. John 17:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;He                  is the exact representation of my being. Hebrews 1:3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;He                  came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you. Romans                  8:31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  to tell you that I am not counting your sins. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jesus                  died so that you and I could be reconciled. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;His                  death was the ultimate expression of my love for you. 1 John 4:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love. Romans                  8:31-32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;If                  you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me. 1 John 2:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;And                  nothing will ever separate you from my love again. Romans 8:38-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Come                  home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen. Luke                  15:7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  have always been Father, and will always be Father. Ephesians                  3:14-15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;My                  question is…Will you be my child? John 1:12-13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;I                  am waiting for you. 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'Father's Love Letter used by permission Father Heart Communications Copyright 1999-2006 www.FathersLoveLetter.com'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114505576288651951?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114505576288651951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114505576288651951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114505576288651951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114505576288651951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-may-not-know-me-but-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114452194463490714</id><published>2006-04-08T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:45:44.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I am tired and discouraged. Some days are like that. This calls for a nap. Work by five til midnight. Yesterday I met my nephew Joel. He is really cool. I also made chocolate raspberry brownies. Later I am going to go attempt to kill the ants that have taken up residence in the kitchen. They are not so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114452194463490714?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114452194463490714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114452194463490714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114452194463490714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114452194463490714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-am-tired-and-discouraged.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114412347957141272</id><published>2006-04-04T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:05:19.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 Page Literacy Assessment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Page Resume and Cover letter-Student Teaching Application &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Page Paper on Problem Based Learning and Works Cited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing we do everynight, try and take over the world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone time with my boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114412347957141272?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114412347957141272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114412347957141272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114412347957141272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114412347957141272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/04/2-page-literacy-assessment-check-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114399849802094808</id><published>2006-04-02T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:21:38.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have found myself really excited to be where I am. I am overjoyed at the things God is doing. Unfortunantely when I think of the future in practical aspects, not in the aspects as to God will take care of it all, I am left with a lot of uncertainty. Doors keep closing as to where I am going to live next year. I don't want to be home for the summer but I probably won't be able to afford to stay in Oswego. I can't work at camp because I have to complete an online health and safety class before I student teach. I could work anywhere as long as I could be back mid august to take the exam at school and I had access to the internet. I hate being so far away from Phil and I hate that I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being independent and free adn single, and I hated it, but this hurts a lot. A lot of the time I don't feel prepared for where I am. I think I had convinced myself that I was fine being single because I wasn't ready. Now I realize no one ever is really ready. God just gives us grace.  I have a hard time being where I am right now, believing the truth of it.  I think part of that is the reality of trying to make it work from a distance.  Something about his being here reinforced things and now that he is gone it is more difficult. I wish I could spend my summer near to him but I know the reality of that is it simply is a practical impossibility. Then again nothing is impossible with God. I need him-Phil, that is because God has brought him to me, and so if God can bring us in closer proximity, even just  for the summer, and in the autumn we are further away, it would be a great answered prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I fight with the selfishness of it all. Wanting to be with him. Wanting more then the phone. I know God will give us grace. I just feel like although things might not be simpler, I would really be blessed to spend the summer near to him. There is something to having him to talk to and to sit with. To take walks and to spend time together. We make it work, we pray every night but my insecurity and my sadness are so great. I like spending time with him. I think that is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ...rant over..if anyone wants to pray for me..thatd be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114399849802094808?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114399849802094808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114399849802094808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114399849802094808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114399849802094808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/04/lately-i-have-found-myself-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114390854457414666</id><published>2006-04-01T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:22:24.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/katherinedagreat"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Someone said this would be  a good idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114390854457414666?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114390854457414666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114390854457414666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114390854457414666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114390854457414666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/04/someone-said-this-would-be-good-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114281710088500647</id><published>2006-03-19T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:10:11.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One blessing after another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny the way that God does things in such unexpected ways. You see had I planned out my life I would have never known or planned this the way that it came to me. However the way it has come to me has been perfect. Even now I can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Phil and I have meditated on this verse;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-29467" class="sup"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colossians 1:7 &lt;/span&gt;He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our meditation that we would grow closer to the Lord as we grew closer to one another. We knew in our hearts what the Lord had confirmed but questions remained. These were questions that would be answered on a foggy night.&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday started like any other for me. I got up in Oswego and went to church. I arrived early and practiced with the worship team. I got to lead two songs. I sat back down and listened to a sermon and we had a coffee hour for a perspective new pastor. I had a doughnut with chocolate frosting. I was questioned, as I had been for quite sometime, I was asked, "Are you nervous?", "What do you think it will be like".&lt;br /&gt;I had grown to accept these questions and the idea that I could not really know what it would be like. I had also grown accustomed to the strangeness of the idea. I however knew I couldn't explain it away. When God gives you a peace about things you just know.&lt;br /&gt;So after church I returned to my house. I hung out with my friend Heather. I did some last minute cleaning. I picked out some cute outfits and packed. We said goodbye. I drove home to Adams. I cleaned the parents house. I waited.&lt;br /&gt;I called Phil several times that night. He was driving up to visit me for spring break with friends who had before he had known of me wanted to have a road trip to NY. They had run into fog. The night before they had to drive an hour back to pick up his wallet which had been left at a gas station. Delays made the 8 o clock meeting time turn into later and later. My plan was to meet him at the local playground, having him follow a map. As it approached 12:30 he phoned from somewhere near Central Square. I was sleepy. I threw that plan out. I gave him directions to my house from the exit and told him I would be on the couch and if I fell asleep to wake me up. I didn't actually think I could fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:30 I felt a tap and thought the cat was joining me on the couch. She wasn't. I looked up. I saw his face. This time it wasn't a dream. I got up off of the couch and I hugged him. He hugged me back. He was real. This was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was a blur. I got to know his friends who had come along. They were cool. I also got to know about his expressions. More about the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;I learned one of the important things about love is the way that you must force yourself back to a childlike abandon. It is suddenly ok to be taken care of. Things like personal space are no longer important. Things like being independent are secondary. Just like when I was five i desired to have my hand held, my food shared, someone to hold me. Someone to buy me ice cream. Someone to sing me to sleep, to kiss my cheek goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We vistited with his family and mine. His aunt and cousins and Grandma came over for turkey dinner. We watched a lot of movies. We caught up on the time we had missed just enjoying each others company. We still prayed for one another each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my head I knew he had to go at the end of the week but I also knew it wouldn't be goodbye forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last morning we drove up on a hill and we watched the sunrise. We ate truffles and we listened to Frank Sinatra. We knew we were running out of time. He drove back to my house and played me my song. I wanted time to stand still. We said goodbye in the house, I was sobbing, I put him in his car. I knew that the Lord would give us grace. I still didn't know it would hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I didn't know I could know Joy like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/sepiasmooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/sepiasmooch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colossians 3:14 And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/100_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/100_0436.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26051" class="sup"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John 1:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Love story continues....but I am not the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114281710088500647?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114281710088500647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114281710088500647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114281710088500647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114281710088500647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-blessing-after-another.html' title='One blessing after another'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114259896303962196</id><published>2006-03-17T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:08:32.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/100_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/100_0431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't go south for Spring Break and you're blessed then God will bring a whole bunch of sunshine up north.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114259896303962196?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114259896303962196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114259896303962196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114259896303962196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114259896303962196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-cant-go-south-for-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114211914685433415</id><published>2006-03-11T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:19:18.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But.....I'm too excited to sleep!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/light%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/light%20house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Katherine do I need snow tires for our trip to New York?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/ghetto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/ghetto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Stahl thinks he is pretty funny and keeps joking that Phil is my imaginary Boyfriend. In honor of that a little Brak for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nd.edu/%7Ereu/sounds/girlfrnd.wav"&gt;Imaginary Girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nd.edu/%7Ereu/sounds/luvubaby.wav"&gt;I love you Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nd.edu/%7Ecomet/stuff/beans.wav"&gt;Beans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nd.edu/%7Ereu/sounds/love.wav"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in case you are out of the loop, in just over twenty four hours he is gonna be slightly less imaginary. He and his friends arrive Sunday Night. They will be making a special appearance at thursday night church. We will be cooking turkey dinner tuesday night for some of his family and mine. This week is gonna rock. Then back to school...BOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Back to preparing...A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/chicken%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/chicken%20hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am this excited........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/excited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/excited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114211914685433415?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114211914685433415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114211914685433415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114211914685433415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114211914685433415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/03/butim-too-excited-to-sleep.html' title='But.....I&apos;m too excited to sleep!!!!!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114157926871481024</id><published>2006-03-05T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:21:08.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/joel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114157926871481024?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114157926871481024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114157926871481024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114157926871481024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114157926871481024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114073985448379983</id><published>2006-02-23T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:12:25.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some things which are making me sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/100_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/100_0375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil lives too far away.&lt;br /&gt;My package took 12 days to get here for valentines.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick with a sore throat and headache, so instead of being at church I am chillin in my room with my tinkerbell pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that are making me happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/100_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/100_0374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see phil in 16 days!&lt;br /&gt;Heather made me dinner!&lt;br /&gt;I did a group presentation well today despite being ill and I got to blindfold people and tie their hands behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;My package finally got here.&lt;br /&gt;There are cookies on my desk, chewy soft baked chips ahoy.&lt;br /&gt;I am eating at wade's diner tommorow with Karen and other girls. We are gonna consume pankakes as big as our heads.&lt;br /&gt;I get to go away this weekend to PA for a wedding celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I get to play with andrew tommorow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/100_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/100_0354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114073985448379983?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114073985448379983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114073985448379983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114073985448379983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114073985448379983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-are-some-things-which-are-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-114014839922865503</id><published>2006-02-16T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:53:19.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Princess Leia&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tk421.net/character/leia.jpg" width="204" height="295" style="border-color:#f8f8ff;" border="2" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A strong-willed herald of causes against injustice, you passionately strive  to right the wrongs around you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somebody has to save our skins!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-114014839922865503?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/114014839922865503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=114014839922865503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114014839922865503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/114014839922865503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/02/princess-leia-strong-willed-herald-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113987831859919482</id><published>2006-02-13T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:51:58.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Tommorow is valentines day, the first one ever where i have been blessed to have a man in my life. We started the fun tonight and he e-mailed me the lyrics to a song he wrote for me. Words cannot adequately express my joy tonight as I sit here and think about this man. I love you Phil, this love is unfathomable and I am so greatful that God has blessed me with you. I am counting the days and hours till we can be together. Know tonight though your right here with me in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113987831859919482?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113987831859919482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113987831859919482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113987831859919482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113987831859919482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113987795549813755</id><published>2006-02-13T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:45:55.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/Philguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/Philguitar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sound of Your Voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Phil Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;What is this I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Coming through so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite this interference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;What have I to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;That could reach across this  distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s the joy of your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The pain of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your sweet abandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Through the weight of your  fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s everything I ever needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To answer the question how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I could love you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So faraway, can’t you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m hanging on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the sound of your voice  I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There’s something there  make me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe that this could  work somehow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I don’t want to wake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause some days it feels  like a dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But there’s something  about the sound of your voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Makes me believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;What I know is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Beyond what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A love from somewhere deep  inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The hope I could give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A love that is so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Keeps me holding tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To the joy of your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The pain of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your sweet abandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Through the weight of your  fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s everything I ever needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To answer the question how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I could love you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So faraway, can’t you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;If I could fly, my love, you  know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This distance would be gone  in a heartbeat, tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Still I am stuck here dreaming  of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I wish I could see your  beautiful face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113987795549813755?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113987795549813755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113987795549813755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113987795549813755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113987795549813755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/02/sound-of-your-voice-by-phil-sweet-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113828129175108959</id><published>2006-01-26T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T08:20:19.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"ummm It's my birthday, and I have a boyfriend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/girls%20night_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/girls%20night_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is early, the first day of school, I should be getting ready for my nine o clock class. Here goes a quick post anyways. Yesterday was my 26th birthday. I have had a lot of fun birthdays in my lifetime but if I were to pick one this goes right up their with the one where I came into the world and my parents had been told I was a boy right up until I was there. SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday began while I was on the phone with Phil. As an early present he had me check my e-mail and he had sent me an MP3 of him singing a song he wrote called sketches. Then my housemate interrupted our call at some point to share my early gifts, a candle, a movie, some candy and a whoopie cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to phil. Somewhere around midnight my ability to converse went downhill and the conversation after he read me a chapter in "The lion, the witch and the wardrobe" which we are reading to each other went kinda like this.....Me-"It's my birthday, and I have a boyfriend"...Phil-"yes" ..Me-"No, but, it's my birthday and I have a boyfriend" This is a statement which I would repeat throughout the day. So yes I tried to sleep while thoughts of other surprises danced in my head after we prayed for one another and hung up. I woke up mad early and found 3 more phil songs, one of which had this line "If you wanted to dream, I would sing you to sleep" which was in my head all day long. The I checked the boy's &lt;a href="http://booshrulz.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. At this point I could have gone back to bed, my birthday done and I would have been fabulously content. Instead I got dressed and went to work, well watching andrew or "work". The baby is learning to crawl, has an ear infection, cutting teeth, despite all that he was so happy and flirty. Hung out a couple hours and the last hour he slept and i watched some gilmore girls while i held him. No complaints.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren took me to colemans for lunch. The food was delicious. I had some kinda puffed pastry with creamy chicken and mushroom stuff and we split a dessert. I cashed a birthday check from my mom and went to JC penneys and found jeans that fit me perfectly and they were on clearance for less then ten dollars. I also found a nice dress shirt, the kind that is machine wash and is wrinkle resistant for less then ten also. I had my birthday outfit/first day of school pants and went home. My housemates were all here, moved back for the semester. I could have ended the day there, but more fun was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and checked the mail, I would find later Phil had sent something, I expect it today...crazy. So anyways hung out for a bit then headed over to Meghans for more fun. Jen and Catie came over and they were all like "What BOY?" Yeah and I was all like "it's my birthday, and I have a boyfriend" Then Jon and Lisa, Carrie and Heather came in, and Tia was there too. A full house of blessings of my friends. We had cake and just as they were leaving I got Alicia who was done with her RA crap. We picked up Subway and brought it back to Meghans and feasted. We hung out for awhile and I took my Alicia home saying goodbye to my Meghan. The boy was in orlando so he would call late, especially having missed his exit, eating in my ear and telling me of his filming a confrence and chik-fillet and I would fill him in the best I could on the birthday fun.&lt;br /&gt;I still have bowling with heather H and my package from phil so I should still have some more celebrating as the week goes on. It was trully special though. Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113828129175108959?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113828129175108959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113828129175108959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113828129175108959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113828129175108959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/01/ummm-its-my-birthday-and-i-have.html' title='&quot;ummm It&apos;s my birthday, and I have a boyfriend&quot;'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113780773632666805</id><published>2006-01-20T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:42:16.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/childhoodbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/childhoodbeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I used to love the beach. I would spend the day in the sun building castles and digging moats. I would splash in the surf, jumping over the waves. I would sit on the merry go round till I was so dizzy I could barely walk when i got off. We would eat jelly sandwiches, our hands coated in sand, pepsi in cans and chips while we fruitlessly tried to chase away the seagulls. We often camped on the shores of lake ontario, the sound of the waves crashing into the shore, the mosquitos biting up our arms as we burnt another marshmallow over the late night fire. We would sit in lawn chairs staring at the coals till our eyes got dim. I wanted those times to last forever. If I could bottle up my childhood joy in one memory I imagine that those days spent burying ourselves in the sand would be how I could describe my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, less then a week from the birthday of my twenty sixth year I have been fortunate to learn of a joy which might go down as greater then all the summer days spent in the sun. This is a joy which I still find unfathomable. I can only explain that it is that which has been given to me by my father, the heavenly one. Yes Kids Katherine went and fell in love. His name is Phil Sweet. He lives in florida. He was born in NY and his family now lives in Alabama. He loves Jesus and he loves me. He is a broadcast/music major at a christian college to graduate in may. He plays the guitar and likes to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently he decided to declare his love by imitating someone named Tom....but Tom has nothing on Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/couch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113780773632666805?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113780773632666805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113780773632666805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113780773632666805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113780773632666805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/01/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113708614061280374</id><published>2006-01-12T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:15:40.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/childhoodpic1_001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/childhoodpic1_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out the new scanner and taking you all on a walk down memory lane. To the left you see a photo with my sibling and also other assorted cousins from my fathers side. I think what is most memorable about this photo is the face that it actually captured 8 children smiling at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the second picture, I miss those times when I was making her cry instead of the other way around. In case you are wondering Mel went back to Guatemala and I had the priveledge of waking at 3:30 to assure her arrival around 4 am to the syracuse airport for her 6 am flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue our walk down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/parade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I posing before we get run over by a parade.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OWNER/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OWNER/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/elephant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our parents instilling a love of adventure but not a love for unblurry photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/thermos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/thermos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel is holding a baton, I am at her mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely at this photo. Mel and I are holding rocks. Anyways thats enough happy memories for now. Here is hoping you are all having a fabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/cow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113708614061280374?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113708614061280374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113708614061280374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113708614061280374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113708614061280374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2006/01/trying-out-new-scanner-and-taking-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113556908538973863</id><published>2005-12-25T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:54:29.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To you I give my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not just the parts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You I sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;These dreams that I hold onto&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are higher than mine&lt;br /&gt;Your words are deeper than mine&lt;br /&gt;Your love is stronger than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no sacrifice, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You I give the gifts&lt;br /&gt;Your love has given me&lt;br /&gt;How can I hoard the treasures&lt;br /&gt;That You designed for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To You I give my future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it may last&lt;br /&gt;To You I give my present&lt;br /&gt;To You I give my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Upton-No Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long week. Some parts which aren't fit to print. Basicly this is the truth of this week. Give it up to him cause holding on is fruitless. Give it all to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good. I am very blessed. I got a new printer/scanner/copier cause i haven't had a printer since my hand-me-down ink jet broke in september and a cool bag and earings from Guatemala (they are the white nun orchid) and I got DVDS of the West Wing and fun soap and glittery stuff. That was just icing though. Jesus is the bread and the cake of life. The truth of that is all I needed and now i have all the things i could want. Merry Christmas Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************Blessed*************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113556908538973863?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113556908538973863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113556908538973863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113556908538973863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113556908538973863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-you-i-give-my-life-not-just-parts-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113478255103318861</id><published>2005-12-16T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:22:31.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/white%20witch.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/200/white%20witch.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/white%20witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/200/white%20witch.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/white%20witch.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/200/white%20witch.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/white%20witch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/200/white%20witch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to see Chronicles of Narnia with my sister. Although I am generally well read with most childrens stories this is a book which i have never read entirely. I have heard many different reviews concerning the movie. I think it is something everyone should experience in the theatre. That being said I am going to talk about not the movie but how the movie was what I needed to see. How it was an encouragement to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see in the movie satan is personified by the White Witch. What the white witch wants to do is destroy the prophesy and maintain power and she will do whatever she can to achieve that. Mostly what she does is decieve anyone who will listen. As children of God we must be ever watchful to not listen to those lies. Edmund desires to be happy and he is frustrated and so he listens to her and it lands him in a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/Lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily for Edmund there is Aslan. We too have Aslan in Jesus of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stuck me most was the scene after the sacrifice was made and after the White Witch was defeated when Aslan is crowning the children, his children, and they are reigning with him. You see these children came to a place they did not understand and they wanted to give up but they didn't. They were homeless and parentless and Aslan adopted them and gave them a purpose greater then anything they had ever imagined. It didn't make sense the things that they were doing but they chose to do them. He used them, even Edmund who had not been perfect. He allowed them to be a part of fufilling something greater then themselves.&lt;br /&gt;It is that message, that if we begin to shut out the lies of the white witch and with boldness take up our armor we can defeat whatever evil lies all around us. It is to late to go back, we must press on and when we need it Aslan will defend us. He has already sacrificed for our salvation. He doesn't want us because we are perfect but simply because he has chosen us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has chosen &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; to be His. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/throne.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/throne.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ephesians 1:4-6 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love 5 he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, inaccordance with his pleasure and will— 6 to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/knight.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/400/knight.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer tonight is we remember who we are: Sons and Daughters of the King. It might get tough in the days to come but if we remember who we belong to no evil is to great to overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113478255103318861?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113478255103318861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113478255103318861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113478255103318861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113478255103318861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-went-to-see-chronicles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113458125932144615</id><published>2005-12-14T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:28:27.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/200/sailing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes the truth of God's word knocks us out of the boat. We right ourselves, climb back in and learn to negotiate with the truth. It is what drives our boat. The truth is the only way we will get anywhere. Without the truth we are lying on our bellies frantically trying to get anywhere. When we tap into the power of the truth not only are we finally getting somewhere but we are making a wake. We have an effect on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Let us therefore be truth seekers. Let us find the wind of Gods word and learn how best to negotiate with it. To grasp it's full power and learn to duck when things change. Change will no longer knock us to the water but we will ride out the storms and the challenges and be the ones who finish strong, not those belly flapping because learning to sail was just too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113458125932144615?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113458125932144615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113458125932144615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113458125932144615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113458125932144615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-truth-of-gods-word-knocks-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113323205292778632</id><published>2005-11-28T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:40:52.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things have been better but they are ok</title><content type='html'>So as the title suggests things are ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbness has been gone for about 6 weeks. It went away just before the new migrane medicine or blood pressure med i am taking for migranes and the headaches have been gone too which is good. About 3 weeks ago I started fighting a cold though. Post nasal action earaches and cough. Good times. I am still struggling with that, mostly ear aches.&lt;br /&gt;The achiness and tiredness however hasn't subsided. Over break i slept from 9:30 pm to 8 am and couldn't make it through the day without a 2 hours nap. Tonight my shoulder and my chest hurt. It sucks. I will perservere. I know it is prolly just inflamation. I am exahusted. But I keep meditating on jeremiah, Heal me and I will be healed, Save me and I will be saved, Good times.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bijjilion pages to write for my two english classes and I hate getting started any kinda projects so I need to get on that already. Being tired does not help. Only like 3 more weeks left to school this semester. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I feel like God has been growing me so much this semester despite my wanting a break and it makes school things take a back burner. I know that he has so many great plans for my life and i can't wait to see how they take shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those plans involves moving into a new place come january. I will be living with 3 of my  good friends from basic. They already have the house and I will be taking a room forma girl who is moving out. I think it will be fun. The house is georgeous and clean and the kitchen is huge. It is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been watching my friends baby. He is sooo cute. Today he was grumpy teething and what not and he finally fell asleep and then a little while later he spit his binky out while he was sleeping and then all of a sudden he stuck his whole hand in his mouth and I was like ok...because the whole time he is asleep and then he starts to gag on his own hand. Silly boy. So i traded him his hand for his binky again. Ah 3 months olds. It is the best job ever and i missed him so much last week while i was home.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I would write more but my shoulder is throbbing so i am going to hit the showers. Know you are all in my prayers tonight. Be healed and whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113323205292778632?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113323205292778632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113323205292778632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113323205292778632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113323205292778632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-have-been-better-but-they-are.html' title='things have been better but they are ok'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113254648578172004</id><published>2005-11-20T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:14:45.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day headed to church. Today was the club gratitude puppet play. My preschool and kindergarteners had to "sing" a song. They basically stood up front like deer in the headlights while I mouthed the words to them encouraging them feebily to sing louder by putting my hand to my ear. Yeah, I have become one of those ladies.&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by the older kids doing the puppet show while my kids watched and another attempt to "sing" a song. Then came my favorite sunday activity, all the kids went into the basement while the adults had a real sermon.  Our church recently invested in what we lovingly refer to as "the bounce house", i bet you never knew a post could have so many quotations. Ah yes, the bounce house is a big hit. We also had cookies and played a lively game of please please thank you(duck duck goose) and when i got tired of the loudness my all time favorite game "dead worms". Dead worms basically consists of me being the fisherman and all the kids are worms. I am looking for live worms because they make great bait so if they move they are out because I will choose them as bait. So esencially it buys me some time with them laying completely still on the ground. They love this game. I love this game. Everyone wins.&lt;br /&gt;After church I convinced Karen and by default Djere to model for me in the park. I had an assignment to work on for photo 1 and the weather being in the fifties it was perfect. Karen was excited, djere loves Karen, you get the idea. Then Mel called and i ran down to the lake and shot a whole roll of her and sailboats. I only fell once and i didn't hurt any of my equipment, my foot is another story.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah then I went to lunch with my brother and his wife and future baby ehlrich, just kidding, not the babies name. Mel was there too. Anywho we went to the Mid-China buffet because i am poor and we ate too much and then they went back to rochester and I chilled with Meghan. I was killing time till the photo studio opened which i thought was 5 but was actually 7. So I took a nap till 5  while megs wrote her paper and then went over but it was too early, wrote and e-mail and killed some time in the library and treked back over. I developed the film and while the negatives were drying drove back home for my print paper and back to school to do my proof sheet. The mel roll got kinda gimped when i developed it, i rolled it incorectly but the djere/karen roll came out perfect. I should have gotten in closer on some shots but i think they were ok. It is a project based on a famous artist and i think i am capturing a little bit of his essence, hopefully i will do ok. So yeah i got done developing around 10 and then headed over to drop those by my willing models and now i am home.&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy day. Vacation can't come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113254648578172004?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113254648578172004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113254648578172004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113254648578172004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113254648578172004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-this.html' title='Picture This'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113068024643136419</id><published>2005-10-30T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:55:33.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight savings time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/DSCF2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/DSCF2770.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is an entire table of college educated individuals cannot grasp the concept of daylight savings time? Furthermore why would one of them suggest they needed to call their mom despite my best attempts to explain the simplicity of the concept? Well, because my friends are just that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in the marathon shift at intermurals and rec I had 4 visitors. I was only supposed to work 5-8 but picked up the 8 to midnight shift so that Mark will take my Friday night shift during the &lt;a href="http://events.oswego.edu/registeredorgs/FMPro?-db=StudentOrganizations&amp;-format=orgdetail.html&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;-lay=WebForm&amp;-RecID=33338&amp;amp;-find"&gt;BASIC&lt;/a&gt; conference. So I recruited a whole bunch of girls to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know my job consists of manning a front desk checking that students who use the basketball gym, pool and racketball courts have id's. I also sign out equipment and make sure it is returned in good condition. I keep track of the number of people in the building counting once an hour. At the end of the night I check every room in the building including the mens locker room and 2 men's bathrooms. The Karate and Dance Studios on the third floor. I make sure all the windows are closed and all the toilets are flushed and all the showers are turned off. I lock up the doors, write up a "report" and call University Police to say that I have closed up the building.&lt;br /&gt;Those jobs take up around 3 percent of my night. The rest of my night is usually spent clicking the channels on the Television and reading for my classes. Last night however I got to sing some Jennifer Knapp and my friends brought over their homework and we just chilled together. Meghan went out for late night dollar menu which was delicious and Florence accompanied me into the scary basement to check the men's locker room. She was eating smarties and looking all adorable. If it was going to be a horror movie waiting to happen that was the time. Cute girls in the basement go around the corner of the mass shower to find..............................Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was glad for the company and it made me happy to remember all the ways that God has blessed me with friends who will be willing to spend their Saturday night just relaxing and keeping me company. Now I am just sitting here enjoying my extra hour and thinking about the way that God works in little ways and how truly blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time I am Katherine and I may not be fittycent but I can be twentyfivecent....Right Florence? Ok time to go get ready for church. I need some toast. Be blessed and remember; Who Loves you baby? I do and He does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113068024643136419?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113068024643136419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113068024643136419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113068024643136419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113068024643136419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/daylight-savings-time.html' title='Daylight savings time'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113068191612977158</id><published>2005-10-29T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:18:36.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/1600/DSCF0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/311/320/DSCF0347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Janet !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113068191612977158?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113068191612977158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113068191612977158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113068191612977158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113068191612977158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-janet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-113003218574226164</id><published>2005-10-22T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:49:45.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/Alicia.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/Alicia.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Blessings to you Alicia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-113003218574226164?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/113003218574226164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=113003218574226164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113003218574226164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/113003218574226164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-blessings-to-you-alicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112986313402186821</id><published>2005-10-20T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:10:59.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The things we think and do not say"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sitting here watching the tv edited version of Jerry Macquire. I just got done with a very long Im conversation and am left feeling a little like Jerry. I have this sense about the way things are, the way things should be but instead of being understood I am standing in the lobby yelling with a fish. I am trying to make a point but i am not being heard. "But if anybody else wants to come with me, this moment will be the ground floor of something real and fun and inspiring and true in this business and we will do it together! Who's coming with me besides..."Flipper" here?" and my cry falls to deaf ears. I imagine them saying"We are happy here and you are ruining our freedom. You'll ruin it. I am entitled to the way I live my life."&lt;br /&gt;I  must be wrong because the way I govern my life with accountability for my actions is just mad.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;It is wrong to want to live in a way where what you say has power to bless others and curse others?Is it wrong to feel that the there should be a unity among us all because of who we are in Christ and that that should ulitimately take precedence over all "our" opinions? I don't want to be right anymore. I want others to see Him in me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the girl in the lobby with the fish and the bible saying," WHO'S COMING WITH ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be that man or woman to join me or you can continue to choose your opinions to take precidence. You can say your status, your opinon, your joke, your music, your tv show is important or you can say all that really matters is that the Lord be glorified in ALL THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is hoping tonight you empty your desk into a box and step out the door with me to something greater then the false security of who we are alone. It might be hard, we might go broke but what we have will be so much greater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112986313402186821?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112986313402186821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112986313402186821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112986313402186821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112986313402186821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-we-think-and-do-not-say.html' title='&quot;The things we think and do not say&quot;'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112985271582904649</id><published>2005-10-20T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:58:48.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The october wind is rustling outside and I am willing to bet this is the month where most mornings we all want to just linger a little bit longer under the covers. My sister in particular is finding the cold nights and windy days here in our lakeside Oswego a bit rougher. She of course has been in a slightly warmer climate for 10 months in Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday at midnight I waited while the plane unloaded. She, being Mel was the last one down the gate, the only exit in the tiny hancock airport because she had to stop and use the bathroom. I waited there, alone and surrounded by people and excited to see her again as the rest of the plane unloaded. She is my sister and I love her and to be apart from her was strange. Things seem more normal when i have her crituques and her laugh. Oh the Mel laugh. I missed that.&lt;br /&gt;I loaded her things into my car and she remarked how things never change, my car as messy as ever. We listened to music. She decided to drive. I dug out a pepsi for her and we drove back to my house catching up like it had been hours not months since we had been so close. When words are 50 cents a minute they somehow became more valuable and being with her now is priceless, especially as it seems God will take her away again to do his work. There is a value in today.&lt;br /&gt;The last two days a flurry of coordination with her and my car and classes and work and it is all good. It of course makes the rest of the things go on the backburner which is also well and good. I am tired and on the same day she arrived the neurologist called because they had had a cancellation and could fit me in. I of course am an anomaly. The neurologist knows i am having migranes and can treat those but does not know what is causing the numbess. I had 6 vials of blood drawn and results will be in later this week. The first result, the general count, my sed rate is borderline high but could indicate anything. The tests run range from arthritis to lyme. Again I wait and begin yet another medicine. I will return to the neuro in 6 weeks unless there are abnormal test results.&lt;br /&gt;I got my african american lit midterm back today and I recieved a 93. I am glad because I have been working hard in that class and I need to do well because my other english, narative theory is kicking my butt. I got in the seventies on the last essay and the class is full of more abstract thinking. I miss creative writing. I hate research and theory, but whoomp there it is.&lt;br /&gt;What else is new. Ah photography is awesome. I spent like 5 hours developing pictures in the darkroom. I love that class although sometimes i feel like a bad episode of I love lucy with all the things i screw up. The artistic part i think i grasp, the techinical part, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;On a run to the restroom today I ran into a janitor and he had made a sign which told people to return the things that they borrowed from the closet. Apparently this weekend his mop bucket went missing, he found it later in a classroom. I didn't actually run into him but he was in the hall leaning on his broom and staring into the closet. I talked with him for a minute and realized the sign looked like it could have been written by my father. The same scrolly scribally writing. He looked about dads age. I think sometimes those people who work at school in the cafeteria and the janitors and the bus drivers are sort of invisible but they shouldn't be. They play such an important role in the school but are rairely recognized or acknowledged. They are fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers and they work to support their family but unless something is broken, the bus is late, something has spilled we don't see them at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better wrap this post up, as it is getting quite lengthy. Here is hoping your home is blessed with the warmth of the fathers love and peace of knowing who you are because of who He is. Shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112985271582904649?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112985271582904649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112985271582904649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112985271582904649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112985271582904649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/october-wind.html' title='October Wind'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112917823846626894</id><published>2005-10-13T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:37:18.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people think that they are not responsible when they offend other people. The other person is because they have recieved the offense. I think what someone says to you is powerful. You can choose to not be offended but the person is still responsible for their words.&lt;br /&gt;If someone swore at you and then walked off and you chose to not be offended would that still not be a sin for them?Of course it would be. Is it different if they offend you unintentionally? We need to know each other and be gracious with one another. If we think that our words don't matter because the other person always has the choice to be offended or not we are decieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to edify one another and if our speech isn't building up then it is breaking down. The response others have to what you say is important because it is the whole point to conversation&gt; If talking were just about being heard and not listening then that would be ok but talking is about a give and take and we need to know one another and we need to pray for wisdom in our interactions when we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am just tired of this idea that if a person has been hurt it is their fault because they allowed themselves to be offended. That negates the other persons responsibility. That is a half truth. We can always choose to not let things bother us but it is not wrong when things do. It is mature to come to someone and be honest about things when they have been hurting us because otherwise we give satan a foothold. Of course if you are the offender it is easier to have the notion that the offended is too sensitive and is wasting their time. If you are always on the offensive you never have to get defensive and you don't really understand what their problem is. If we don't come to one another and just let things go then the offender can just continue without consequence, he will be blissfully unaware that he is hurting others. I don't think that is a way that one should live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't agree with me...maybe you do..i dunno..i guess i was just tired of sitting on this..i will be home for a few days and without the internet....you can always call...&lt;br /&gt;until then be blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112917823846626894?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112917823846626894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112917823846626894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112917823846626894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112917823846626894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-talking-were-just-about-being-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112913919883159399</id><published>2005-10-12T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:56:24.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To Offend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To cause&lt;/span&gt; displeasure, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;, resentment, or wounded feelings in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; To be displeasing or disagreeable to: &lt;cite&gt;Onions offend my sense of smell.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To transgress&lt;/span&gt;; violate: &lt;cite&gt;offend all laws of humanity.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To cause to sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29160"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Galatians 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13&lt;/sup&gt; You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=55&amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=12&amp;end_verse=14&amp;amp;version=31&amp;context=context#fen-NIV-29160a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;; rather, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serve one another in love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29161"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love your neighbor as yourself."&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=55&amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=12&amp;end_verse=14&amp;amp;version=31&amp;context=context#fen-NIV-29161b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;ol&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-28521"&gt;1st Corinthians Chapter 8 vs 9-13 9&lt;/sup&gt;Be careful, however, that the exercise of your freedom does not become a stumbling block to the weak. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28522"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;For if anyone with a weak conscience sees you who have this knowledge eating in an idol's temple, won't he be emboldened to eat what has been sacrificed to idols? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28523"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;So this weak brother, for whom Christ died, is destroyed by your knowledge. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28524"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you sin against your brothers in this way and wound their weak conscience, you sin against Christ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-28525"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-13686"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; "Hear my words, you wise men;&lt;br /&gt;      listen to me, you men of learning. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-13687"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; For the ear tests words&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as the tongue tastes food&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-13688"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Let us discern for ourselves what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;      let us learn together what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st John 3&lt;br /&gt;8Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actions and in truth&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30583"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; presence &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30584"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;whenever our hearts condemn us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For God is greater than our hearts&lt;/span&gt;, and he knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-30469"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Peter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;For this very reason, make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every effort&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;add&lt;/span&gt; to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30470"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30471"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;and to godliness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brotherly kindness&lt;/span&gt;; and to brotherly kindness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30472"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will keep you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30473"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;But if anyone does not have them, he is nearsighted and blind, and has forgotten that he has been cleansed from his past sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-23741"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;"If your brother sins against you,&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;chapter=18&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-23741b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; go and show him his fault, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just between the two of you&lt;/span&gt;. If he listens to you, you have won your brother over. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23742"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;But if he will not listen, take one or two others along, so that 'every matter may be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.'&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;chapter=18&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-23742c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112913919883159399?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112913919883159399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112913919883159399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112913919883159399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112913919883159399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-offend-to-cause-displeasure-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112853157612435363</id><published>2005-10-05T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:22:19.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile I know. What is new? Not much. There are classes which are lame. Yesterday we had off in honor of Roshashana-can't spell. The dining hall served Ham dinner. I love this school. We had worship night at basic. It was good. I ate chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I want to go see the Will Farell movie kicking and screaming. It is only a dollar to see it at school. I think it should be fun. I think even on my limited budget I can handle a buck. Next week is madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fun. Some kid who was playing goal the other day during a soccer match got kicked in the head. There was a lot of blood and they put him on a backboard. It was more excitement then I have ever seen. Less then a week before that Al roker stood on the same field to take &lt;a href="http://www.oswego.edu/news/images/large/oswegoaboveweb.jpg"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt;. I am the top left corner of the E closest to Johnson.&lt;a href="http://www.oswego.edu/news/images/large/rokerw.jpg"&gt; He&lt;/a&gt; was in the front of the W. When the shot was over he had disappeared. He did not stay for the free cider and cupcakes. I got a free yellow t-shirt. I also discovered if I am bored late on a friday night I can go on the roof, Just kidding. That is where they took the photo from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Not much. By the way my foot and my face are still numb, whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL COMES HOME IN TWO WEEKS!TWO WEEKS! TWO WEEKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thats it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112853157612435363?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112853157612435363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112853157612435363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112853157612435363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112853157612435363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-guys-it-has-been-awhile-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112778818380355001</id><published>2005-09-26T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:29:59.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started at the garage where my car spent saturday getting a new brake line to be told i need a new water pump. I saw the leak, my car all up on the hoist. It is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face, numb again since saturday necesitated a pointless trip to the er at the health ctrs prompting. They said "You need a neurologist, we can't help you." I continue to wait for that appointment pacifiying my impatience with naproxen and caffienated coke which I have avoided almost religiously for over two years. That appointment is over a month away and honestly I feel like there won't ever be an answer.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I will see the Lord sweep down and save me but I know the lessons learned are valuable. Is it wrong to want to feel whole again? Is it wrong to want to know what is going to happen? Is it wrong to want to feel the right side of my face? Is it wrong to not want to spend 250 dollars in one week repairing my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the evening at work and then returned home to do something very difficult. I would elaborate but I can't. I only hope to finally be understood. Maybe I am selfish but sometimes you need to call things as you see them. Sometimes you have to stand up. Only time will tell if the decision was the right one. I can only wait and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have had a "&lt;a href="http://www.kennedy-center.org/programs/family/alexander/intro.html"&gt;Terrible, Horrible no good very bad day&lt;/a&gt;" and I am ready for bed. Hopefully tommorow will be better. Here's hoping you all a fabulous, Incredible, Very good very blessed day tommorow, thats what i am hoping for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112778818380355001?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112778818380355001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112778818380355001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112778818380355001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112778818380355001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-started-at-garage-where-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112769755640445822</id><published>2005-09-25T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:19:16.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i decided to spend this weekend weaning myself off of the naproxen which conseqeuntly resulted in my face going numb last night. I started back on the naproxen taking a dose last night and one this morning but it is still fairly numb. My back continues to ache. I am no doctor but I wager that this is something inflamatory in nature. I just wish it would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked a fabulous chocolate bundt cake today. I really like to bake and lately it has taken my mind off of more pressing stresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also reorganized my closet. It is ridiculous how many clothes I own and yet how I never have anything to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog parents are home now and i am excited to not have to be responsible for the pair. I love them but teagan refuses to behave as well as she does for peggy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is up? Oh not much. I am babysitting for baby andrew all day on friday. I am so freakin excited. It is going to rock. I am also going to get to spend the day with Amy who is coming home so that will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK well i am going to wander off now. Have a wonderful evening everyone&lt;br /&gt;buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112769755640445822?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112769755640445822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112769755640445822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112769755640445822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112769755640445822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-i-decided-to-spend-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112752299718187493</id><published>2005-09-23T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:49:57.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell into a shift switch this week so instead of my usual 8 to midnight shift tonight i am chillin in the house with the dogs. The family I rent a room from is gone until sunday and I am enjoying the peacefullness in the house a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon at Mark and Laurens again. That was fun except for the part in being worried about the dogs being left alone and worried that my car would cost to much to fix as that was the reason I was there. To kill time while my car got worked in. There is a problem with the brake line but it should only be around 75 dollars to fix it. I guess just a piece of brakeline broke off or something. I don't really understand much. Just that i need brakes. So despite my strandedness I was able to chill with them and then get a ride back. Alan and Tess stopped by to do laundry so they held down the fort till I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my back persists. It is worse in the morning and evening as the naproen wears off. I am looking forward to my appointment wednesday so I can hopefully have a better idea of what is going on. Pain is never fun and I don't why the Lord hasn't chosen yet to heal me but I know that he is teaching me so much through perserverence and patience. I know there are those who are so much worse off then I so who am I to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? Photography is going really well. I have made some really cool prints. We just completed an assignment on directional light. My coolest picture was an alley with a dumpster with sweet shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Mel comes home from Guatemala soon. Less then a month. I cannot wait.  Pray that she has a safe journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are towards our neighbors down in the gulf states. I cannot imagine how those who do not know our savior can even begin to cope. I have been tihnking a lot of them and how God will be able to minister to their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my back is really aching from sitting so I think I am going to cut this off. I hope this post finds you all well dry and safe tonight in your abbas arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112752299718187493?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112752299718187493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112752299718187493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112752299718187493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112752299718187493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-fell-into-shift-switch-this-week-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112683914004490028</id><published>2005-09-15T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:52:20.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a pretty busy day today. I had African American Literature. We are reading "Black girl in Paris" a novel about a girls journey in paris in the 80's during a time of unrest. Then I went to the photo lab to do some catching up from what I missed while I was getting my MRI last week. I made a proof of my first negatives. That was pretty fun. I grabbed a salad at the union and caught the bus to make it to my narrative theory class. Everyday the teacher makes references to famous works as examples and asks who has read each work. So far Jane Eyre, the Old man and the Sea and the Great Gasby are the only novels I have read in the past. Since I read them it high school it occurs to me that it was around 7 years ago when I read any of them. So yeah. Lots of fun for me. Today we talked about discourse. It was facinating. OK so then I hiked back to the other side of campus for my final class 3 more hours of photo. I made my first print today. Something I lovingly titled "junk in my trunk" It was pretty abstract, and as the title implies. It is a photo of my sleeping bag and chair and mat and rollerblades and backpack and all the other stuff in my trunk. It is cool but I need to work some more on balancing the exposure. Ok so then I visited with megs for a few minutes and headed back to the kains. I had dinner then made some wheat rasin bread and some really sweet cookies. The bread was in the breadmaker but didn't rise as well as I would have liked. The cookies came out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is all for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/recipes/CookiesCandyOtherDesserts/DropCookies/SourCream-ChocolateChipCookies.html"&gt;Here is the cookie recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend; 1/2 cup white sugar, 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup sour cream, 2/3 cup butter, 1 egg and a tsp of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Blend 2 cups flour, 1/2 tsp of each salt,baking powder, baking soda&lt;br /&gt;Add Flour Mixture to sugar mixture and blend&lt;br /&gt;Add one cup semi sweet chocolate chips and stir&lt;br /&gt;Drop by teaspoonfulls onto a cookie sheet and bake for 12 minutes in a 350 degree preheated oven&lt;br /&gt;Allow to cool and enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112683914004490028?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112683914004490028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112683914004490028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112683914004490028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112683914004490028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-had-pretty-busy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112674326890911744</id><published>2005-09-14T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:14:28.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;So I spent another afternoon with Lauren and Marks baby Andrew. He is so cute and tiny. My foot is still asleep and my back has been hurting off and on but not too bad. So goes life. I have an appointment with the ortho in a couple weeks. Anyways I am tired, not much more to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112674326890911744?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112674326890911744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112674326890911744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112674326890911744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112674326890911744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-guys-so-i-spent-another-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112674281886767709</id><published>2005-09-14T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:06:58.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/andrewandme2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/andrewandme2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is andrew awake. We have to take a picture because andrew really likes to sleep and cuddle alot. That makes me sad, having to hold him asleep and cuddle. Really sad. It is a real bummer laying on the couch with andrew while he sleeps watching tv. Worse way to spend an afternoon. *enter sarcastic laugh here&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112674281886767709?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112674281886767709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112674281886767709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112674281886767709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112674281886767709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-andrew-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112674269355173171</id><published>2005-09-14T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:04:53.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/andrewandme.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/andrewandme.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are crank addicts, I am addicted to andrew. Who couldn't be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112674269355173171?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112674269355173171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112674269355173171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112674269355173171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112674269355173171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-people-are-crank-addicts-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112647574687308643</id><published>2005-09-11T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:55:46.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my back is spasming this afternoon...yet another day in my bodies inability to  not be disfunctional...i digress..i hjave been taking naproxen twice a day but no luck...my foot is asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at Bryan and Jakes with the church crew then hung out with jenna this afternoon cause issac was doin army stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will both be here for dinner. Not much more to report. Kevin is painting the house and I am doing laundry. I hope everyone is having a spectacular sunday. I know I am having a great time not doing my homework...kidding mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so meghan will be over soon. We might have a fire and then watch a movie. Woopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112647574687308643?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112647574687308643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112647574687308643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112647574687308643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112647574687308643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-my-back-is-spasming-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112621043878633759</id><published>2005-09-08T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:13:58.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>So I just heard from my doctor that the MRI is normal. This is a very good sign. Most likely I just have a pinched nerve somewhere in my back which should resolve itself with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news chips ahoy cookies are now made with whole grains. I bought a pack at walmart and they have 2 grams of fiber for three cookies compared to one for the regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also purchased my new favorite thing for around 10 dollars. It is a gel heat wrap that you can reuse and microwave for about a minute. It stays warm for around an hour. It also comes in a sleeve which can be wrapped around your neck. I love it. You can also freeze it and use it as an ice pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kicked shorty the dog out. He is annoying. I am mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i should wrap this about now. Thank you everyone for your prayers. This week was sucky and I am still in pain but this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots O Love&lt;br /&gt;Katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112621043878633759?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112621043878633759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112621043878633759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112621043878633759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112621043878633759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-112609410649705845</id><published>2005-09-07T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:55:06.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The MRI</title><content type='html'>So i haven't posted in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;What has been happeneing. Well I went to camp. I drove 15 passenger vans and golf carts and used a megaphone and shouted and pretty much had a swell time.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and started college and bought a new blazer and gas prices went up and my lower back hurt...but mostly kinda pressure and numbness. Then my right cheek and jaw and part of my left foot just the pad in the front went numb. This continued for 5 days before I was able to get an MRI. It is kinda sobering being put in a tunnel that makes loud noises all packed in with foam and wearing a dumb bonnet and scrubs and knowing that these pictures might forever change things. MS or a pinched nerve is what my doctor suspects. There is a world of difference between those two diagnosis. So I wait for the call.&lt;br /&gt;This morning my face is a little bit less numb...i think it may be leaving but my foot is still pretty numb. Since it is just a part i mostly feel it in bare feet on the stairs because you use that part primarily to climb stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note the dog has learned when i say "off" to get her off the bed to sit and smile and then lay down. It is a fabulous trick. She woke me up around 7 am this morning and i was looking forward to at least another half hour. Que Sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Well I am taking photography and learning to use a manual camera and develop in a darkroom. I am also taking meterolgy which is very interesting considering all the Katrina developments. My prayers have been turned toward the victims a lot lately. I think we have a lot to be grateful for. We always have. I am also taking african american lit and narritive theory. I have been working a lot of hours at lee hall which can get pretty boring. I hand out basketballs and count usage of the facilities once an hour. It is sort of impossible to count during a basketball game though. Some of the college guys who play are completely crazy. No one really comes in between 10 and midnight on a friday so I have been harrasing my friends to come chill with me cause it is really boring otherwise. Nothing like getting paid to watch tv though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I am tired of sitting in this chair. So I have updated. Boo Yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-112609410649705845?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112609410649705845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=112609410649705845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112609410649705845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/112609410649705845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/09/mri.html' title='The MRI'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111560687647859380</id><published>2005-05-08T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:47:56.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/DSCF0347.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/DSCF0347.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day Mommy! We will all be back together again soon I promise. I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111560687647859380?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111560687647859380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111560687647859380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111560687647859380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111560687647859380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day-mommy-we-will-all-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111509103650186364</id><published>2005-05-02T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:30:36.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/DSCF04721.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/DSCF04721.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that chica in the center? I do. She is having a birthday on May 6th. I miss her. I hope that my package made it to her. Happy Birthday Mel!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111509103650186364?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111509103650186364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111509103650186364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111509103650186364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111509103650186364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/05/remember-that-chica-in-center-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111397484586148468</id><published>2005-04-20T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:27:25.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/IMG023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/IMG023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mel: Last summer of the island the weekend of the regatta&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111397484586148468?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111397484586148468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111397484586148468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111397484586148468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111397484586148468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-mel-last-summer-of-island-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111397479682907130</id><published>2005-04-20T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:26:36.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/IMG009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/IMG009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mel: Last Summer from the island&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111397479682907130?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111397479682907130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111397479682907130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111397479682907130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111397479682907130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-mel-last-summer-from-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388124639393986</id><published>2005-04-18T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:27:26.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-002-00A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-002-00A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun does shine in Oswego !&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388124639393986?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388124639393986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388124639393986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388124639393986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388124639393986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/sun-does-shine-in-oswego.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388106479840602</id><published>2005-04-18T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:24:24.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-048-22A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-048-22A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm Shrimp&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388106479840602?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388106479840602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388106479840602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388106479840602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388106479840602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmmm-shrimp.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388102332915010</id><published>2005-04-18T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:23:43.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-054-25A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-054-25A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart the outback steakhouse and Alicia &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388102332915010?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388102332915010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388102332915010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388102332915010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388102332915010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-heart-outback-steakhouse-and-alicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388093395107609</id><published>2005-04-18T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:22:13.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-008-2A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-008-2A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Cheap Gas&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388093395107609?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388093395107609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388093395107609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388093395107609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388093395107609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/look-cheap-gas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388089899307482</id><published>2005-04-18T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:21:38.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-010-3A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-010-3A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodyear greece..they fixed my broken brake line&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388089899307482?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388089899307482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388089899307482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388089899307482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388089899307482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/goodyear-greece.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388084635258429</id><published>2005-04-18T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:20:46.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-024-10A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-024-10A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is getting schooled in soccer by a two year old (just kidding)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388084635258429?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388084635258429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388084635258429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388084635258429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388084635258429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/mike-is-getting-schooled-in-soccer-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388078053997483</id><published>2005-04-18T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:19:40.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-016-6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-016-6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey is made more enjoyable with a baby&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388078053997483?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388078053997483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388078053997483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388078053997483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388078053997483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/hockey-is-made-more-enjoyable-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111388072885977682</id><published>2005-04-18T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:18:48.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0787707-R1-006-1A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0787707-R1-006-1A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to get up at 7 to make church on your way home from rochester this makes it worth it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111388072885977682?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388072885977682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111388072885977682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388072885977682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111388072885977682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-you-have-to-get-up-at-7-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111287501649318477</id><published>2005-04-07T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:56:56.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/Shannon%2C%20Karen%2C%20Bob%20Santos%2C%20Bryan%2C%20and%20Catherine.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/Shannon%2C%20Karen%2C%20Bob%20Santos%2C%20Bryan%2C%20and%20Catherine.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Bob Santos?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111287501649318477?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111287501649318477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111287501649318477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111287501649318477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111287501649318477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-that-bob-santos.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111235964027318748</id><published>2005-04-01T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:47:20.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worship the Father according to the truth</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Has been a little while since I posted. Been busy busy as usual which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Fabulous news. I have a new summer job working at a camp for the summer. I am going to be coordinating evening and weekly activities for 13-15 yrs olds and am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel called last night. I miss that girl so much. Her birthday is in a few weeks and i am hoping to send her something cool. She is enjoying guatemala very much although sometimes living in a large group setting is stressful. I think that she will enjoy hot showers so much though when she returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers birthday is in a week also. He is going to be 30. Which in turn makes me mad old too. So Happy Birthday Mike, your MAD OLD. HA HA HA HA HA . Just Kidding, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BASIC confrence is this weekend. It should be awesome. I would say more but i think that about sums that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a math test at 9:50 and am meeting someone to study in about 45 minutes. I am up way too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh easter was good. The saturday before we had dinner, minus my bro cause he was sick :( but with my friends esther and jon and so that was cool. We had a turkey I made with fresh herbs and butter. I also made an excellent gravy with a white wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last couple nights i have had fun hanging out. I went for a long walk with a friend wednesday cause i had to get out of the house. Last night I had a movie night here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair chopped of again. It is so short. I LOVE it. So easy to manage. It is supposed to look how it looks when i first wake up, saves a step :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well i guess that is an adequate update, I was reading this verse the other day and it touched me, I will leave you with this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 4:23-24&lt;br /&gt;23But a time is coming, and it is already here! Even now the true worshipers are being led by the Spirit to worship the Father according to the truth. These are the ones the Father is seeking to worship him. 24God is Spirit, and those who worship God must be led by the Spirit to worship him according to the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111235964027318748?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111235964027318748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111235964027318748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111235964027318748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111235964027318748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/04/worship-father-according-to-truth.html' title='worship the Father according to the truth'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111124366002369234</id><published>2005-03-19T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:47:40.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>So I have had a busy couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home friday of last week and hung out with parents for a few days. I helped my aunt by cutting out obituaties (she and her husband run a monument buisness) and i got to visit alicia tuesday which was lots of fun. We made brownies and worshiped wandered around borders bookstore and watched a little napolean dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I came back here and did my physical therapy and then I went to the Nora and Kevins for Chicken Marsala and then we all watched the incredibles. Their kids are hilarious adn the younger one kept saying "how come the bad guys are so bad?"&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was fairly uneventful. I did laundry and went to price chooper to pick up supplies to finish my Ganache Cake, Which i finished friday morning for the chocolate extraveganza event our church held last night.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went over to the church and deb and tess and i all decorated (little baby michael helped too) and then i went to pt and rushed over to get all the balloons and dropped them by the church. I went home for dinner and to change and then back to the church where I helped layout over 30 delicious homeade chocolate desserts. The event went really well and I deb G did a devotional which fit well. Afterwords me and deb and a bunch of other people tried to come down off of the chocolate high and clean up and what not.  I gave deb a ride home and she gave me some roses and that was awesome. She said it was for all my help but she really did so much.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed hanging out with the ladies of the church, I am really starting to feel more at home with them. One of them said to me last night "thank you for loving our family", she just about had me in tears, I returned by thanking her for allowing me to love her family, and i meant it, They are just so warm and loving and their kids are great.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i am going over to get my baby fix at brooke and mikes house with the 2 month old twin girls. I am going to be in baby heaven. Back to reality monday though as I return to classes. Good news is that i have already finished the over 400 page novel due wednesday, allow me to not recomend a million little pieces about a mans time spent in recovery from all drugs, it had it's moments but it is what my mother would call "colorful" to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better go get dressed. I hope all of you are well. If you are Mel you better write me you punk, I hope you haven't fallen off of the edge of Guatemala. Oh and about 10 people asked about you last night, sandra says she will write you soon and Mrs smith says her class prays for you every monday. I love you and hope to talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of you Pray for Mel and thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111124366002369234?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111124366002369234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111124366002369234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111124366002369234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111124366002369234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/03/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-111098265542075646</id><published>2005-03-16T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:17:35.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/katherine.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/katherine.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent pic for mel&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-111098265542075646?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/111098265542075646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=111098265542075646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111098265542075646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/111098265542075646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/03/recent-pic-for-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110943313398271704</id><published>2005-02-26T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:52:14.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the more I know I don't know</title><content type='html'>It is strange here sometimes. I am a border. This is a fact. I am welcome in the shared spaces of the kitchen, the dining room at meals and the bathrooms. I am welcome in my room. If i want to enter the house through the front door or the side door I need permission. I enter through my own entrance. My room has no cental heat. I leave the door open for the woodstove to warm me from the kitchen or I turn on the space heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am responsible to make my own lunches from the supplies I keep in my room. I have a small fridge and I recently brought a toaster oven. When I want to store things in the Larger kitchen I have to label them with a sharpie marker as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am invited to be a  part and I feel like family. For my birthday Debbi made a delicious dinner and I was able to invite my parents and a friend . Occasionally noah or micah will invite me to hang out with their guests and we share meals together. But othertimes it is hard, not exactly belonging here, trying to not feel in the way. The kitchen is the heart of this home and sometimes I feel in the way there when someone has stumbled into a serious conversation and I stumble in and awkwardly out, always feeling that I have interupted, guilty, but knowing it is inevitable that I can't stay in my room entirely. I on occasion require a glass of water or need to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school sometimes I feel like i know people and then in the same way I know there is only so far I can go. I do not live there. I cannot at this time  live there and practically I think this is where God wants me to be. In the same light I wish that I would be understood in the way that they understand each other. I know though it is a fruitless pursuit, one that just makes me feel farther away the harder I try. It isn't so much that I envy them so much as I envy anyone with a sense of belonging. At home I am from now on always a visitor and here I am just a border, at school I am a friend to some but I feel like I don't really fit there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the answer doesn't lie anywhere but with me. I know God is pressing in on me to be content where he has placed me. I have so many blessings and I always have him to walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time though...I wonder...is there a deeper sense of unity we as brothers and sisters in Christ can posses, that goes deeper then just living in the same place or spending time together. Maybe it isn't easy and it won't happen overnight but I think inside we all desire the same thing. The only thing we need to get closer is to deepen our walk with God and as we grow closer to him we will grow closer to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is easy for me to say too much. Part of that comes from this desire I have to be heard that often goes unfufilled. I know what I need to do is to perhaps spend more time talking to God and less time trying to make others understand. Too often others open the door a crack and in my excitement I walk right though the screen door destroying what might have been. I don't mean to, It is a reflex of despiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thought that now God is allowing me to be hurt and to see that the way things have been aren't the way they need to continue. I am slowly getting my ducks in a row and he is scattering seed about challenging me to call the ducks back in my  life. They didn't leave, they are just getting rearranged and perhaps the new formation will be more stable. I don't know. It seems like the longer i am a Christian the more I know I don't know. That is ok by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I haven't screwed things up to far for repair with some people. I just want to do what is right and not end up hurt in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110943313398271704?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110943313398271704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110943313398271704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110943313398271704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110943313398271704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-i-know-i-dont-know.html' title='the more I know I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110859853964710986</id><published>2005-02-16T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:02:19.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>edify</title><content type='html'>I had an misunderstanding with one of my brothers yesterday. Not my real brother but my spiritual one. It seems lately when i want to be understood I end up misunderstood and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about edification today. It is biblical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=14&amp;amp;verse=19&amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Romans 14:19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Therefore let us pursue the things which make for peace and the things by which one may &lt;b&gt;edify&lt;/b&gt; another.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it is enought to not say things to offend people, some people think it is enough to say that they were just joking. Man up. If we aren't building up the spiritual body we are tearing it down. If your leg is in pain you don't ignore that pain and say no one else in the body has a problem so you shouldn't either.&lt;br /&gt;If you taperecorded all the interactions you had today what would you work on? There is power in the toungue so listen to yourself. I know I have become too sarcastic and am going to work on it myself. Just because things are easy to poke fun at doesn't make it right. Words have power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110859853964710986?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110859853964710986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110859853964710986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110859853964710986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110859853964710986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/02/edify.html' title='edify'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110749136343300043</id><published>2005-02-03T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:29:23.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    So I talked to my brother tonight. That was cool. We talked about our lack of basketball skills. Just kidding cause you know he has mad skills on the basketball court. Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    He said I should talk about sports here. Apparently that is pretty exciting stuff. Ok well I randomly picked pittsburgh to go all the way cause i used to live near there and everyone in my house made me pick a team. I think  they did pretty good and I am almost glad they didn't make it cause now I can cheer for the eagles with Havalah cause she really cares about football and they are her team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    Ok last week I went to my first Oswego hockey game. It was bagel night. We were playing the cardinals and when we make our first goal all the students throw bagels they have procured from the dining hall on the ice. Prolly like 200 or so. It was super crowded so I couldn't sit with anyone I know because of the bagel thing I assume. I will prolly go again sometime when it isn't bagel night. If there were actually seats and not bleechers they prolly would have been sold out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    After that I went to see the shaun cassidy fan club an improv group on campus. It was ok but kinda crude. Then Jon and I met up and went to Oswego Idol. The guy who won played his own guitar and sang aint no sunshine when shes gone. It was pretty cool. Then Jon and I went to the Winter Carnival. It was awesome. There was free hotdogs, nachoes, soft pretzels soda and hot cocoa. I got a  airbrush tatoo of  a barcode and we got our picture taken on a giant chair. We also went on this crazy inflatable obstacle course. The best part...it was all free...even the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    My knee has been bugging me again prolly cause i played basketball like a crazy person on sunday. Thank you Jake and Djere and Noah for making me look good...or at least like maybe I don't suck a bunch. So that involved me coming home early today adn laying on my bed&gt; I can't bend it very far at all and might not be able to go to school without crutches tommorow. It has been hurting since tuesday. I am supposed to start pt on wednesday for it which I have been putting off. I hate pain so that should be just great. I have tendinitis and so they basicly want me to strengthen my quads so that it will take the pressure of of my knee. Oh Joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    Alrighty that is about it from this corner of my world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;What will tommorow hold? In the words of Napleon (dynamite) -Whatever I want-......Gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110749136343300043?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110749136343300043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110749136343300043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110749136343300043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110749136343300043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/02/sports.html' title='Sports'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110726590745227563</id><published>2005-02-01T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T08:52:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh..yeah...can I get a basketball?</title><content type='html'>Ok so the past week has been pretty hectic and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was my birthday which was cool. I turned twenty five on the twenty fifth and Mrs Tyler made me fajitas and chocolate pecan pie. Mel called and they sang to me at basic. Lauren greutman also came over to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly on my birthday timmy went home to be with the Lord. Those of you who don't know timmy he was a little boy from a sister church who we had prayed for. He was suffering from cystic fibrosis. You can read his obit &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/Link.asp?Id=LS03090971X"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So that was sad. I had only talked to him once. We talked about art. I had also layed hands on him and prayed for him during services at his church. My friend Tia is gonna be selling breathe bracelets to support the cf foundation and we are gonna wear them in memory of Timmy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah so that was really hard. Now for the less thick stuff. I started working at lee hall last week. Lee hall is the recreation and intermurals place on campus. Basically I check Id and answer the phone and hand out balls to guys who say this "uh yeah uh can I get a basketball?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that is pretty hard work....right. I also get to do my homework and watch TV when it isn't busy. Once an hour I have to do rounds and count all the people in the facility. Not a bad gig.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...so what else is new. I have a cold. I have gone through over a box of puffs plus since this nonsense started sunday. I am skipping my classes today cause i look like ruldolph and I had two classes and worked almost five hours yesterday sick and I am tired. I am prolly gonna rent napoleon dynamite and maybe shall we dance. I dunno. Maybe I will do some homework. Jake is sick too. Prayers would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110726590745227563?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110726590745227563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110726590745227563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110726590745227563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110726590745227563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/02/uhhyeahcan-i-get-basketball.html' title='uhh..yeah...can I get a basketball?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110695692056430419</id><published>2005-01-28T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T19:02:00.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1105631737_Dtatertots.gif" border="0" alt="Tatertots" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tater tots&lt;br /&gt;(Please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; 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It seems things are changing so fast. the weather today was mid fifties and as I helped to load the car with the last of my sisters things in a t-shirt I thought about the unusual weather. Tommorow it is supposed to get cold again, predictable weather for january.&lt;br /&gt;    Mel will be leaving soon and I am not looking forward to that -cold- but i am excited about her new adventures in the things of the Lord -hot- So many situations have been running that way, hot and cold and sometimes it is hard to get a firm grasp on what I really feel about the things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;    When I speak to others about their identity in Christ I firmly believe all the joy and life in the promises -hot- but when I live them out in my own life it feels like I can't ever grab it tight enough-cold- I want more and more of Jesus but it is honestly easier to look out for others then myself. Somehow though I know even in that there is a hint of selfishness. As Dr. Phil says "a payoff".  Maybe that payoff is that it has always been easier to live this way and to look out for others.&lt;br /&gt;    I find myself struggling for acceptance and also self acceptance. I want to be a priority to others but when it comes down to it that is a great fear as well.&lt;br /&gt;    Well I don't know why I am writing this here. I know prayers and grace are going to be needed as I begin a new semester. I am starting a new path and saying goodbye for a little while to my sister whom I love and whose guidance I have really appreciated in the last two years at Oswego.  I have been blessed and even spoiled to be so close to her and now it is my turn to share her. I know she will make new paths and I will grow as well( in my head) but (in my heart) I still would prefer to grow less and have her close to me. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110567470705130628?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110567470705130628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110567470705130628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110567470705130628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110567470705130628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2005/01/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and Cold'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110540395892020033</id><published>2005-01-10T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:39:18.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/Mel.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/Christmas%2004%20010.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom: "I didn't know they had Italian Tuna", My dad "Yeah, instead of Sorry Charlie" it's "Scuzi Twito"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110436476957401131?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110436476957401131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110436476957401131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110436476957401131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110436476957401131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-mom-i-didnt-know-they-had-italian.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110420560618410065</id><published>2004-12-27T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:46:46.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/Christmas%2004%20028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/Christmas%2004%20028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Grandma and I watched "pimp my ride". She told me about how she used to have the same car that was featured on the episode, a Ford Escort. Mel was there too. Mel and I also made a trip to the mall, Joanne Fabrics, TJ Maxx and Cracker Barrel. Grandma's house was the most fun by far.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110420560618410065?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110420560618410065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110420560618410065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110420560618410065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110420560618410065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-my-grandma-and-i-watched-pimp-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110377937679391623</id><published>2004-12-23T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:23:28.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapstavaganza</title><content type='html'>I had my recheck at the stomach doctor today. The appointment went well except for the 30 minute wait. There was also a really lame selection of reading material. Who reads the New Yorker? Actually I probably should, my non fiction teacher is always spouting about it and getting published and all that but I was looking for something a little more comforting, say, the new People magazine.&lt;br /&gt;I did some holiday goody giving today. The sweets are overpopulating the house. I have gained a third of the weight back that I lost when I was sick and it doesn't surprise me. We played honeymoon rummy tonight. I won. Mom and Dad took second and third and Mel was in last place or at least she was when she ditched us and went to bed. i don't blame her though. She stayed up till 5:30 last night reading a book then slept till 12:30. I didn't know what to think when she didn't get up this morning. She ussually never sleeps in unless she is ill. She blames me for making her watch Chasing Liberty last night. She says if she hadn't been up watching that then she wouldn't have started reading. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow is the wrapstavaganza for my aunt laurie. I have been the willing gift wrapper for the last maybe 5 years at least. I wrap usually for about 3 hours. It is a good way to make a few extra Christmas bucks. She is always very generous plus I get to check out all the cool toys that my four cousins are getting. Last year the creepiest was aET doll with a glowing finger. I wrapped that first.&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy so I think I will stop this post here. Hope all is well with you and those of you who can are enjoying a nice break from your studies or work or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110377937679391623?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110377937679391623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110377937679391623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110377937679391623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110377937679391623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/wrapstavaganza.html' title='Wrapstavaganza'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110346388783152021</id><published>2004-12-19T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T08:44:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/DSCF0332.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/DSCF0332.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures in an Oswego Grad...is anyone a little cold?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110346388783152021?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110346388783152021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110346388783152021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346388783152021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346388783152021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/adventures-in-oswego-grad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110346380496648837</id><published>2004-12-19T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T08:43:24.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/DSCF0353.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/DSCF0353.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Grad !&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110346380496648837?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110346380496648837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110346380496648837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346380496648837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346380496648837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-grad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110346374525801963</id><published>2004-12-19T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T08:42:25.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/DSCF0336.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/DSCF0336.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Mel !&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110346374525801963?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110346374525801963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110346374525801963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346374525801963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346374525801963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/congrats-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110346370079815622</id><published>2004-12-19T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T08:41:40.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/DSCF0340.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/DSCF0340.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy graduated too, whoever he is :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110346370079815622?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110346370079815622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110346370079815622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346370079815622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110346370079815622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-guy-graduated-too-whoever-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110342932105573341</id><published>2004-12-18T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:08:41.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Well it is my last night in Oswego for a month. My parents came up today for Mels grad which was great. Mike and Janet came up too. A bonus was the fact that lots of my stuff headed north without me this afternoon. We had grad in the morning then we went out to dinner at Canalies and back to the greuts for awhile then  Mel and i hung out for awhile then she and I met at my place. Tia came over too. The more I get to know that girl the more I know I like her. We played cards. Tia won. Mel kept saying how nice my room looked. I kept telling her it was cause I have nothing here. She was all like; maybe you should give some stuff away. I am begining to see things her way, maybe. Especially the part where I am tired of carting so much stuff around. I digress. Anyways I should prolly be getting ready to hit the hey. Last Night in my comfy brass double bed.  I am a little bit sad...but maybe not to much. Maybe God has lifted some grace. I dunno. Oh well nothing is for sure tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110342932105573341?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110342932105573341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110342932105573341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110342932105573341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110342932105573341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110330675393340223</id><published>2004-12-17T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T13:05:53.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>packing up</title><content type='html'>Well i am packing up to move home for january. I am not all that excited except for the reason that i will be school free for a month. I have a big decision to make concerning next semester and would appreciate any prayers you can throw my way for that.  God has been lifting the grace in some situations and causing me to rethink them. He is always stretching me and making me think. Anyways. I am not real thrilled about packing up. I lothe it actually. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;    Mel is graduating tommorow. I am so exxcited for her and excited about her trip to Guatemala. I am really going to miss her though. Thinking about that is really hard. I know that we will stay in close contact though. This will be the longest we have ever been apart though. It will be weird to be in Oswego without her.&lt;br /&gt;Well my rice a roni is prolly done. I will write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110330675393340223?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110330675393340223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110330675393340223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110330675393340223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110330675393340223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/packing-up.html' title='packing up'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110260878587791717</id><published>2004-12-09T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:13:05.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm a post...imagine that</title><content type='html'>Ok well I haven't posted in awhile but I have been getting some flack so here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of schoolwork and also on occasion some procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I babysat for some kids from our church. The youngest of the four boys are preschool age identical twins. They are so adorable it is almost too much for me. They have two beds but choose to sleep in one bed side by side. I just want to eat them up. I get to watch them again friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I was on the worship team for our worship night which was awesome. I also invited a girl who I met waiting for my ice cream at cooper. She showed up and was blessed and that was cool. She is on the dance team at school and I think it is awesome how God allowed me to bless her. Anyways. The basic Christmas party is saturday night I can't wait. I only have one more day of dance and math tommorow then I am done with all my classes except finals.&lt;br /&gt;My dad could use your prayers he needs a job..the one he thought he had fell through.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe christmas is 16 days away CRAZY! Seems like just yesterday I was diapering michelle on the island...oh how time flies. I could use some snow I think that would help drive the point home. Anyways I had better get ready for school. My two english classes cancelled our last class because we were done so I only have dance today. English rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110260878587791717?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110260878587791717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110260878587791717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110260878587791717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110260878587791717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmm-postimagine-that.html' title='Hmm a post...imagine that'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-110139304326737766</id><published>2004-11-25T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:30:43.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You catch more mice with honey then with peanut butter"-Me</title><content type='html'>So I am home again. Joy of all joys&lt;br /&gt;:) Seriously though it is good to be home and for a reason other then I am sick . My stomach has been recovering quite nicely since I stopped taking one of my meds which ironically was supposed to make my stomach better but was progressively making it worse. I have lost 11 pounds this month and like 20 since the semester started. Not entirely from being sick but also because I have been taking dance and eating with the tylers instead of wendys three times a week when I am too lazy to cook.&lt;br /&gt;Mom made homeade cinnamon rolls this morning. They were so good not like those lame refridgerator canned ones which I despise.&lt;br /&gt;My family celebrated my moms birthday last weekend and my sister in law janets birthday as well at a restaurant in the carousel mall. Mel and I have resolved to not enter that place on a weekend again until after Christmas. That place was a nut house.&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? Well before I left Oswego I cleaned my room which is quite exciting. I have a ton of reading to catch up over break. I feel like I haven't talked to certain Basic people in forever but it seems the more I want to talk to them the more impossible it is to do just that. People always seem to be just going out the door involved in other things and what not. I try and not let it discourage me though. I am sure that if the friendships are what God wants he will bring them to pass in his timing and plan.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having these dreams. Weird weird dreams. I think in part maybe that is why I want to talk to certain people. They could be just dreams, but what if they are more? What then? I don't know....Don't think anyone else has the answers either, but maybe, just maybe talking about them might help.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard now, I know Mel will be leaving in less then two months and lately it has been easier to retreat to island living, me and God. But I know that he desires more of me. In part because of one dream in particular, but I don't know how to take the steps to get there yet. All in his good timing, all in good time.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it from my corner of the world. I hope my post finds you all well. Feel free to leave comments if you read this post. Sometimes I feel no fear in what I write here because in part I believe no one really reads it except my siblings. Feel free to prove me wrong and comment here.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of Christ to you all.-Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-110139304326737766?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/110139304326737766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=110139304326737766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110139304326737766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/110139304326737766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-catch-more-mice-with-honey-then.html' title='&quot;You catch more mice with honey then with peanut butter&quot;-Me'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109866501555850553</id><published>2004-10-24T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:43:35.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College students who don't do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.videodesk.net/show.aspx?user_key=13686&amp;File=/College+Students+who+don$*t+do+anything.WMV"&gt;http://www.videodesk.net/show.aspx?user_key=13686&amp;amp;File=/College+Students+who+don$*t+do+anything.WMV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created on my computer in my "Free" Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109866501555850553?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109866501555850553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109866501555850553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109866501555850553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109866501555850553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/college-students-who-dont-do-anything.html' title='College students who don&apos;t do anything'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109864504510871053</id><published>2004-10-24T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:10:45.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-018-7A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-018-7A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Djere and Jake and Bryan braved the fridgid lake Ontario waters to Baptise Bryan :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109864504510871053?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109864504510871053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109864504510871053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864504510871053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864504510871053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/recently-djere-and-jake-and-bryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109864490322878429</id><published>2004-10-24T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:08:23.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-016-6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-016-6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Bryan&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109864490322878429?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109864490322878429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109864490322878429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864490322878429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864490322878429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/congrats-bryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109864487488982024</id><published>2004-10-24T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:07:54.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-014-5A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-014-5A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109864487488982024?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109864487488982024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109864487488982024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864487488982024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864487488982024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109864475845715423</id><published>2004-10-24T15:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:05:58.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-008-2A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-008-2A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the water&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109864475845715423?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109864475845715423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109864475845715423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864475845715423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864475845715423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/walking-in-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109864472576442718</id><published>2004-10-24T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:05:25.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-006-1A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-006-1A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Ontario&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109864472576442718?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109864472576442718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109864472576442718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864472576442718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864472576442718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/lake-ontario.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109864468211542320</id><published>2004-10-24T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:04:42.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-004-0A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-004-0A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryans Baptism&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109864468211542320?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109864468211542320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109864468211542320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864468211542320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109864468211542320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/bryans-baptism.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109807281650590809</id><published>2004-10-18T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T00:14:14.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He likes me.... he really likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109807281650590809?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109807281650590809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109807281650590809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109807281650590809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109807281650590809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/he-likes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784552269845397</id><published>2004-10-15T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:05:22.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683863-R1-040-18A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683863-R1-040-18A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the dog has more style then I do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109784552269845397?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109784552269845397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109784552269845397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784552269845397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784552269845397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/even-dog-has-more-style-then-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784532424585506</id><published>2004-10-15T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:02:04.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683862-R1-034-15A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683862-R1-034-15A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Head&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109784532424585506?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109784532424585506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109784532424585506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784532424585506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784532424585506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleepy-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784517368583613</id><published>2004-10-15T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:59:33.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683862-R1-004-0A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683862-R1-004-0A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our table, those are whole roasted ducks behind us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109784517368583613?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109784517368583613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109784517368583613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784517368583613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784517368583613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/waiting-for-our-table-those-are-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784513515676355</id><published>2004-10-15T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:58:55.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683862-R1-016-6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683862-R1-016-6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncooked Black Chicken for the Soup&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109784513515676355?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109784513515676355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109784513515676355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784513515676355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784513515676355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/uncooked-black-chicken-for-soup.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784509495764060</id><published>2004-10-15T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:58:14.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683862-R1-018-7A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683862-R1-018-7A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the chicken to the pan&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109784509495764060?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109784509495764060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109784509495764060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784509495764060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784509495764060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/add-chicken-to-pan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784506462993697</id><published>2004-10-15T08:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:57:44.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683862-R1-012-4A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/480/0683862-R1-012-4A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tasty&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241563-109784506462993697?l=itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/109784506462993697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6241563&amp;postID=109784506462993697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784506462993697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6241563/posts/default/109784506462993697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itmightbeaquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-tasty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386563069110534319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/katherinewthegreat/FLOWERS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241563.post-109784504175296427</id><published>2004-10-15T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:57:21.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/91/892/320/0683862-R1-026-11A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; 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