tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746005929542888122023-06-20T21:35:25.516-07:00Waiting on the LightKatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-80390237344724599052018-03-17T00:32:00.001-07:002018-03-17T00:32:38.697-07:00Love as I know it<div style="color: #454545; font-family: ".SF UI Text"; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">I think I existed before I knew you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">I’m not sure. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">You.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;"> I can’t describe how you undo me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">I think about you when there’s nothing to do and everything to do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">You. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">You are nothing like anyone and everything like everything I want. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">If you knew the way you make me feel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">If you knew. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">You are every thought I care to think, and I can’t remember before you. What did I think about before you? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 19pt;">You. </span></div>
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Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-77867221318041116292018-02-21T16:27:00.000-08:002018-02-21T16:29:56.063-08:00My life's version of Pilgrim's ProgressI came to a fork in the road. Two remarkably different roads diverged from the fork.<br />
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Everything I wanted was down the rough road. Everything I didn’t want was down the easy/smooth road. Every day for decades I chose the easy road. I acquired a life I didn’t recognize, filled with other people’s goals and dreams.<br />
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And then one day I thought about that fork, and I started to wonder if I could go back and choose the other path. I wondered what my life would be like if I took the hard road. It started in the very edges of my thoughts and then over time it got more and more insistent until no thought, but it, could be held. Could I go back and try the hard road? Would I lose everything I acquired? Would I even care if I lost it? The risk seemed daunting.<br />
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So I edged back. I didn’t run, I didn’t dive and claw my way back... I edged, looking over my shoulder with every inch. And things started to fall away. Slowly, silently, almost imperceptibly things began to fade as I inched back.<br />
Until one day I could see the fork in the horizon. The one I’d come to so many years ago. It didn’t look the same. It was overgrown and smaller than I remembered. The sign that had been huge in my mind was so small you’d pass it without a second thought if you weren’t looking for it. It was weathered and decaying. But as I grew closer I could see scratched into a board was an arrow, and under the arrow the words: The Truth. And then I moved closer and brushed some of the branches out of the way and in tiny letters I had to squint to read, it said: Don’t follow the crowd, they’re going the wrong way.<br />
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My immediate overwhelming feeling was anger. White hot rage filled my mind as I screamed at the silence around me. Why had no one warned me? Why had I been allowed to go the wrong way for so long? And what now? I feel so old, so ill equipped for the hard road. It looks rocky and steep. I’m not a good climber, I didn’t prepare for this! Did no one care?<br />
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And then the crushing pain, the warnings that were chirped in my ears when I was a child come rushing back. They did warn me. I didn’t understand. Or maybe I didn’t care. I chose wrong and it’s devastating. I wish I could’ve known back then. I wish I could’ve seen where I’d end up. I wish I’d known that age doesn’t bring wisdom in the way I thought.<br />
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And now I put my head down and inch forward on the hard road. Alone. Alone as I was told I would be, even as I didn’t want to believe it. And now the experiences and the comforts of the easy road haunt me. There are people over there, I wouldn’t be alone. But yet I trudge and inch and move on the hard road. And with my inches I feel hope and faith blossom. There’s fear here too. Doubts. What if the sign was wrong? What if it was posted by someone who didn’t really know The Truth.<br />
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Yet I inch. And this life, of inches, is where I remain, moving toward the Truth that feels so distant. And I am a traveler who wishes she were home.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-33192241623042889682018-02-05T19:47:00.000-08:002018-02-05T19:47:37.432-08:0010 years later...I forgot this existed until today. I'm 35 now. And life has been interesting in the last 10 years.
I won't go into the history of things today because I think I'll reminisce and write blogs about specific things as they come up.
Maybe.
We'll see. I don't have a great track record with transparency.
But I have a couple of life changes coming up this year and I'm hoping for some place to write about them for posterity.
Josh is in Canada right now for a job interview. I've been wrong often before, but I'd be surprised if he doesn't end up there. Which will be crazy. I had an interview/interrogation last week with a job in Corpus, so we'll be super far away from each other if both scenarios work out. I have another job waiting for me if it doesn't. Praying about it.
This is a boring first blog. No salacious reveals or funny anecdotes. Just a starter. The vivid descriptions and tawdry deets will come with time. Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-35421241369366049112009-12-18T01:27:00.000-08:002009-12-18T03:20:01.662-08:00I've been chasing dreams in magazines the last ten years.I've recently discovered something major. <br /><br />Okay... let me preface this by saying that it's not major, and it's actually really basic, but everyone knows you need a first sentence that's an attention grabber. I've known what I'm about to tell you, on a service level, since I was the age that I grasped such hard concepts as: It's not ever appropriate to do #2 in your pants... and if you accidentally do #1, and you're not already in a pool, find said pool and quickly jump into it so nobody will notice. So, I'm saying that I've known this for at least 3 or 4 years, so don't think that I'm just now thinking of it.<br /><br />But here it is:<br />If I don't do my life the way I want to, or be who I should be, then no one's going to care... no one's going to show up and make me. I used to think my mom would someday magically understand me, and then say that thing that I needed to hear that would make me do the things I needed to do, to be the person I need to be. 27 years later I finally let go of that. It was painful, my fingers were dug in...like to the knuckle, hanging onto her for dear life, and to be honest I was willing to wait a frikkin long time for it to happen. Not anymore.<br /><br />Anyway, none of that matters to anyone but me (and really my mom too) but I thought maybe I felt like typing it on my blog here, and possibly someone else would have something to say about it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVAvF0IQgxY">This video </a>has nothing to do with any of that but I think it's funny and kind've sweet. I find it sweet when strangers help people, and enjoy it (even if it's insipid).<br /><br />The name of this particular entry comes from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auQnY0l8NjE">one of my all-time favorite songs</a>.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-68405846773838733522009-11-12T19:48:00.000-08:002009-11-12T19:51:36.773-08:00good stuff @ SBTS<a href="http://www.sbts.edu/resources/chapel/chapel-fall-2009/hebrews-11/">Matt Chandler</a> (click on his name to see video)Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-19671712784790410762009-03-29T16:52:00.000-07:002009-03-29T17:22:34.397-07:00If I can make you stop and take a look at me instead of just walking by<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3debg_o3u_o&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3debg_o3u_o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I love this movie. I watched it again last night and was laughing like it was my birthday (there's always excessive laughing on my birthday) and singing loudly and badly (I recorded myself so I can verify that it was truly terrible) at the top of my lungs to all the songs. <br /><br />When I was in practicum in seminary they did this thing where we would start each new class with a little morsel of humorous or interesting information about ourselves. Our leaders would come up with a question like, what's your favorite song, movie, type of icecream and we'd all shout out our answers...some a little too enthusiastically if you ask me, Butter Pecan is not a flavor to be so proud of. <br /><br />I can't remember the guys name (even though he was too attractive for his own good) so I'll call him Fergus. So one day Fergus asked us all what our favorite movie was and everyone was shouting out their answers and I was relieved because I knew the answer to this one (I was a little shaky with my response to favorite underwear type...evidently seminarians look down on people who are excessively fond of going commando)... Anyway I was amped because A Goofy Movie has been my favorite movie since it came out in 1995 when I was 13. <br /><br />So I told everyone, rather proudly, and it was greeted with looks of pity. You know the ones, where they thought I was trying to be cute. :(<br />I still remember that with pain but I tell you it's just as good as One Flew Over The Cukoo's Nest or Life is Beautiful. Worst than that I hate that they thought I was trying to be cute... hello, that comes naturally. I never try. ;)<br /><br /> This is one of my favorite parts, excepting of course when Goofy is trying to film bigfoot after he accidentally hooks him on his fishing pole with his 'perfect cast' and he says "Could you back up a bit Mr. Foot you're out of focus." <br /><br />So enjoy good people... I know I will.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-34861217891714146772009-03-26T17:04:00.001-07:002009-03-26T17:25:23.807-07:00"Man I love people"Not all the time... like not when they smell bad, or are annoying, or unattractive, or dull, or dumb, or fat, or too skinny, or too pretty, or their skin is bad, or when they don't do what I think they should, or when they laugh too hard, or don't laugh enough, or they dress badly, or dress too trendy, or when they like stupid music, or they take their music tastes too seriously, or when they make dumb jokes, or when they walk too slow, or when they are depressed for too long, or when their problems seem petty and they think they're really important, or when they are needy, desperate, fragile, or stubborn, or when they call when I'm doing something 'important'<br /><br />or when they make fun of me, or when they think I'm lame, or when they don't answer when I call, or when I need them and they aren't available, or when they're mean to me.<br /><br />...or when they aren't exactly like I think they should be.<br /><br />Is there anyone left? Maybe I don't love people.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-33570453974240998432009-03-26T13:36:00.000-07:002009-03-26T17:16:49.244-07:00Only a ManAnd He said, What will it be now?<br />Will you choose me or keep swimming up stream now?<br />I've been inside your head hearing you scream out.<br />Well here I am, just take my hand and I'll take out<br />All of the pain and all of the fear. <br />~ by Jonny LangKatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-26789179849943666712009-02-28T09:48:00.000-08:002009-02-28T07:35:17.172-08:00on DeathI just looked at autopsy photos. I don't recommend it... unless you're planning to be a crime scene investigator or something, in which case I wonder about your sanity. I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">something's</span> wrong with those people.... Medical examiners too, those people have got to be mentally checked out, or aliens... or both.<br /><br /><br />I think a lot about things that I've found make other people really uncomfortable. I say that only because I have a tendency (as do most people) to talk about what I think about... and people freak out. One such subject is death. I've found that people are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kind've</span> superstitious about death. If I tell someone that I love them and hope they have a good life when I leave, and drop a 'just in case I die' they immediately respond with something along the line that I shouldn't talk like that. I'm used to that but lately I've been turning around and asking why? do they think that if I say something like that, it will make it more likely that I will die?<br /><br />It bothers me because I think if something exists and it's not evil I should think about it. Then when everyone acts so hostile about the thought of it, I wonder if I'm missing something. They imply that my words hold some kind of power. Maybe I'm talking about it because it's about to happen to me. And if so how and when. I don't believe the thought will induce the deed... maybe other people do... if my thoughts induced deeds though I would definitely be a certain football player's baby mama right now... just saying... really people.<br /><br />I've had a dream that I died in. I've been told that that is impossible. I don't understand that at all. I dreamed it a long time ago when I was in college. I was shot in the head by some stranger. I felt myself die and then when it went to nothing I woke up... no Heaven in my dream. Maybe I dreamed like that because since I was little I've been aware that death is coming. I was about 4 when I went to my first funeral and I had been to more by high school than some people have been to their whole life.<br /><br />I'd been to funerals ranging from a 20 something pregnant woman who was murdered, a 40 something amazingly social man who died of a massive and sudden stroke to countless old people who had died of cancer, old age, and disease... then there were the two deaths that my mom didn't let me go to their funeral... My 16 year old neighbor Roland, who I had grown up around, who was shot in the head and killed by his best friend who was playing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Russian</span> roulette.... and my first crush Jesse who was stabbed to death in his front yard because he had said something rude to someone driving by....<br />I know death. I've even seen it. I was in the room looking at my grandma when she died. That seems somehow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">inappropriate</span> to talk about. But is it? It's a fact.<br /><br />I used to tell Mere all the time that I would never kill her, because I wouldn't, and I'm aware that some people would. I'd like to think no one I know would, but I've seen Dateline enough to know that it's usually people that you know that kill you. I think giving someone a heads up that it's going to be another friend and not you that will be doing the killing is pretty important when you are sleeping in the room next door.<br /><br />If I was completely honest I'd admit that death is pretty scary. I know, however, how it works and what happens after. I refuse to not think about it because I don't understand it fully or cannot give it a test run to make sure I like how it feels.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-66651149075614117102009-02-28T09:09:00.000-08:002009-02-28T09:15:17.634-08:00wordle<img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/598556/think"</a>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-5550241574739444542009-02-28T02:53:00.000-08:002009-02-28T04:39:43.071-08:00The report of my death was an exaggeration.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-22664839712195851622009-01-03T13:54:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.557-07:00I'm starting to think it's mental.I was sick the week before I was supposed to take the NCE in Dec. and I moved it to Jan. 9th. Now I'm sick again. It's highly unpleasant and suspicious.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-64450797043414504492008-12-19T20:51:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.572-07:00New Zimbabwe $10Billion note buys bread...<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/africa/12/19/zimbawe.currency/index.html?section=cnn_latest">This article blows my mind.</a><br /><br />"On Thursday, the U.S. dollar traded for about 600 million Zimbabwe dollars, and the hyperinflation was expected to continue."Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-47338625505141474082008-12-19T10:18:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.578-07:00Unadulterated Glee.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QLSRMoKKS0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QLSRMoKKS0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I saw this on<a href="http://twentytwowords.com/"> 22 words</a> and I, too, was confused why it has 1.2 million views (many millions more with all the remixes and versions of it). I have watched it about 10x's now and it does make me happy! Now I can't help but laugh with him.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-61516744028310876662008-12-16T03:35:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.585-07:00FREEDOM, BABES!I feel like it's necessary to write a new blog since I'm in a new location. As you can see all of my old blogs have been moved over here and I no longer have any on <a href="http://a-save-situation.blogspot.com/">Josh's</a> (shout-out!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emqb.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/matt-ryan-falcons_nc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.emqb.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/matt-ryan-falcons_nc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is better. I can be a girl over here (discuss the varying degrees of hotness of certain football players..such as Matt Ryan <---- who, this season, is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">single-handedly</span> keeping the theory that quarterbacks are hot, afloat) and not feel self-conscious about Josh's brain looming all over the page. This page looks and feels more like me too.<br /><br /><br />My first thing to write about will be my nights and days being mixed up. This happens to me a lot, and is the case right now.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/imagecache/blog_image_full/files/fruganomics/blog-images/yawn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/imagecache/blog_image_full/files/fruganomics/blog-images/yawn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> It's 5:34am.<br /><br />I can stay awake much easier than I can fall asleep so it seems no matter what I do I always end up staying up all night. Someone told me that once I have a job and normal hours that it will stop, but I'm skeptical. When I was at Southwestern I had a job, full-time school, and practicum and I still was up all hours of the night.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-12063584095295021522008-12-08T14:09:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.760-07:00Future<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COUknEo6ZbQ/ST2b-I5VFJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jugt8uvZMaw/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277545830190224530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COUknEo6ZbQ/ST2b-I5VFJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jugt8uvZMaw/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /></a> I have too many options, and not enough passion about any of them. Trying to make a decision like that is difficult.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-40450073703534535462008-12-02T09:48:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.750-07:00Chuck Norris? Jack Bauer? Nah, I'll take Danielle Stanley.One of my besties, Danielle, is in China.<br /><br />Thursday she was walking to her Chinese language class, and she saw two guys come up to a woman in front of her. One distracted the woman while the other reached into her purse for her wallet. Danielle (feeling the woman's pain because her wallet got stolen the 1st month she was there) shouted "NO!" which scared the guys, and one of them grabbed the purse and ran... Danielle chased him, and tackled him. He looked like he was about to hit her so she punched him in the face which made his nose bleed! So, the woman got her purse back. Danielle was taken to the police station and got a hand shake from them and was sent on her way.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/k/images/kung-fu-panda-0.jpg" border="0" /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHA! How frikkin awesome is that?!<br /><br />I'm not surprised though because when we were in college we had a Delta Chi Rho party at our house (we were roommates) and some drunk men showed up. Danielle and I went to the door to see what was going on while the rest of the girls ran screaming (no joke) to the back of the house. It was complete pandemonium. Danielle didn't flinch. I remember thinking two things: 1. The screaming was excessive and 2. I want Danielle around if anything ever happens.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-84307744913985556532008-11-30T14:53:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.745-07:00Please!<a href="http://assets.espn.go.com/photo/2008/1130/ncf_a_longhorns_300.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://assets.espn.go.com/photo/2008/1130/ncf_a_longhorns_300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh, man Oh man, Oh man Oh man!</div><br /><div>I said I wouldn't say anything else about football BUT I have a new thing that I'm hoping <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/news/story?page=roadtobcs/0807">for</a>. (the very end) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>oh man.</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-14403056562566373682008-11-30T14:14:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.732-07:00sad dayThis is exactly what I thought would happen if OU won. I think it would've happened even if they won by 1 pt.... effin computers. I'm going to try not to talk about football on here so much... it's just that I have no one to talk about it to. Josh'll be home this week though and so I'll have an outlet once again.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-52877203368371075262008-11-29T20:56:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.727-07:00I feel sick.<a href="http://www.scottbyersdesign.com/Bevo_brands_sooner.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px" alt="" src="http://www.scottbyersdesign.com/Bevo_brands_sooner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>let's hope 45-35 matters.</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-11040235037879874072008-11-29T17:00:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.719-07:00It's GO Time.<a href="http://static.newsok.biz/article/20080407/3226442/spart-zaca6_04-07-2008_62726Q7.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://static.newsok.biz/article/20080407/3226442/spart-zaca6_04-07-2008_62726Q7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COUknEo6ZbQ/STHmCtFtDaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xAvGlVnI8qM/s1600-h/bradford.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274249572765207970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COUknEo6ZbQ/STHmCtFtDaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xAvGlVnI8qM/s320/bradford.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COUknEo6ZbQ/STHmCtFtDaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xAvGlVnI8qM/s1600-h/bradford.bmp"></a></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COUknEo6ZbQ/STHmCtFtDaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xAvGlVnI8qM/s1600-h/bradford.bmp"></a></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-80597403868530855782008-11-27T20:25:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.712-07:00SplitIt's a first for me: I'm glad UT won so big over the Aggies (and they beat them by a bigger margin than OU did). I'd be happy if they go to the championship game and Tech wins the Big 12... the announcers said it's possible to have a non-division-winner in the BCS natl. championship game. (and has happened <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowl_Championship_Series#2001-02_season">before</a>)<br /><br />and about 'em Cowboys: let's hope... and pray (is it wrong to pray for healing only to win football games?) that my favorite LB/defense monster (sweetie/cutie) DeMarcus Ware and my 2nd favorite RB (after hurt Felix Jones) Marion Barber are not injured too bad so we can put some hurt on the Steelers.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-45653151170517468952008-11-26T09:47:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.705-07:00All Together Now:Come On OSU beat OU!!!<br /><br />...make us believe in the impossible.<br /><br />we got to start this chant early, maybe by Saturday they'll believe they can.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.acc-tv.com/images/ktul/news/big4_zacrobinson_0808.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://www.acc-tv.com/images/ktul/news/big4_zacrobinson_0808.jpg" border="0" /></a><-----besides have you seen OSU's QB?^ (wowza) <br /><br /><br /><br />You must go to Jeff's blog and see the greatest <a href="http://outontheporch.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-are-no-words.html">video</a> maybe ever.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-3701505320291471332008-11-14T20:52:00.000-08:002009-03-29T16:42:27.695-07:00Seriously people.I think Jeff said Ridiculous.<br />mental health professionals are available. (I'm one, I can help!)<br /><br />It's clearly an <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081114/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_virtual_affair;_ylt=AhKdg5INq6XM426cA3qs6T8DW7oF">epidemic</a>.<br /><br />also a sidenote: Romo better pull Dallas out of the funk or I'm going to go on Second Life (become a rockstar) and make my favorite sports teams always win.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674600592954288812.post-16066954110584282592008-10-28T09:02:00.001-07:002009-03-29T16:42:27.679-07:00O.A.R.I need a change from this burnout scene<br />Another time,<br />Another town,<br />Another everything.<br /><br />ah, music!<br /><br />I'm pretty sure this lady, that I pass when I'm walking every morning, (and have passed every morning for months) thought I was some kind of gangster today. She circled the block twice in her car-staring intently at me when she passed. Then again maybe I had a long piece of toilet paper stuck to my foot following in the breeze behind me (in which case the polite thing for her to do would be to stop and tell me, not to stare). However I'm pretty sure it's the former not the latter because this is the same lady that wouldn't get out of her car two months ago because I scared her. She pulled up and rolled down the window to see who I was that time.... If I had been a bad guy it would've been a prime opportunity to shoot her in the face...not too smart if you ask me. I should've waved my dog-killing stick at her... to let her know I'm not a bad dude. I actually checked my pony-tail this morning after she went by the second time to make sure it wasn't stuck in my collar (thinking of course that if she knew I was a girl she'd be less scared, but she probably thought I was just a long-haired guy... who is unusually chesty).<br /><br /><br />What is it with people of a certain age that are only paying semi-attention and then are so hostile to me like it's my fault?<br /><br /> I was chewed out by this other lady a few weeks ago (who comes out to let her dogs out) for not wearing a brighter shirt because she had trouble seeing me. The next day she said that my shirt was a little better but still I needed to wear brighter clothes. I felt terrible and spent extra energy after that looking for lighter shirts..... Like I'm responsible to the public to be unusually visible.<br /><br />Now I'm in the market for a white shirt with a peace sign that lights up on it, that way older women will know I mean no harm (and can see me coming).Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10572245693872333884noreply@blogger.com2