<?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-5293632905144684712</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:11:02.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize the Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2814053323235565186</id><published>2009-11-25T18:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:58:29.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone.</title><content type='html'>It feels good to post a little something. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things here! I've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home from Germany two Fridays ago. November 13th to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful boyfriend named David. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome family. But, we stink at bowling. Funny photos to come.&lt;br /&gt;I am in Idaho for the week to celebrate Thanksgiving with them and my Australian friend, Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;I love my 5 month-old nephew, Mattie. more photos to come.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday--we are going skiing at Targhee--not shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday we return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2814053323235565186?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2814053323235565186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2814053323235565186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2814053323235565186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2814053323235565186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-4137758748917846676</id><published>2009-06-25T05:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:54:11.354+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Katie</title><content type='html'>My new NEPHEW Mattie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351105669593759858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQU-3AHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/H0azNZU7sWA/s400/Mattie14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;you cannot quite tell with this one so small so you must click on it to make it larger but his little tongue is sticking out...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351105676548761026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQu5D5cI/AAAAAAAAAqU/5RiBCbVbFsw/s400/Mattie13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQ2NBqBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/s0zBut6WGBM/s1600-h/Mattie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351105678511548434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQ2NBqBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/s0zBut6WGBM/s400/Mattie6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQo9odVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/m3x3KII7A1Y/s1600-h/Mattie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351105674957321554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQo9odVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/m3x3KII7A1Y/s400/Mattie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-4137758748917846676?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4137758748917846676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=4137758748917846676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4137758748917846676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4137758748917846676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/auntie-katie.html' title='Auntie Katie'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SkLyQU-3AHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/H0azNZU7sWA/s72-c/Mattie14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-8420566125479439923</id><published>2009-06-22T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:32:30.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER"S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lOVE YOU DAD!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/Sj602pK5RCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ORt3QbMr3No/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349912258220213282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/Sj602pK5RCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ORt3QbMr3No/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-8420566125479439923?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8420566125479439923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=8420566125479439923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8420566125479439923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8420566125479439923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&quot;S DAY!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/Sj602pK5RCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ORt3QbMr3No/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-6172959400286780996</id><published>2009-06-22T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:30:44.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Solstice</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be the longest day of the year. Unfortunately for my position here in Germany, it was cold and rainy all day. I was hoping for a sunny DAY! Oh well, maybe next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-6172959400286780996?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6172959400286780996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=6172959400286780996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6172959400286780996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6172959400286780996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-solstice.html' title='Summer Solstice'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-6976987183277692431</id><published>2009-06-01T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:05:11.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday, June 01, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday, June First, Two Thousand Nine. I can spell. And I have a story to tell…&lt;br /&gt;            I woke up at 5:14 this morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I thought that it was only my morning alarm waking my day. I realized that the tone was just not right and that it had to be a call. As I flipped my phone over to make out the name, I was startled to see that it was my one and only Gamma! It’s never too early to talk to her and besides it’s now daylight by 4:30 a.m. here in Germany. The birds had already awoken me by that time, but she had me stiff as she screamed into the phone in excitement about what she had just seen. And low and behold it was the new official trailer for Twilight’s New Moon movie. I’m excited too. I loved the entire saga and I think this next movie will be better than the first. But more importantly, I had such a wonderful talk with my great friend Caty Gamma. She lives in Utah, so as her world is tucking in, mine was waking up to what I thought was just going to be another regular day at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;            I felt motivated to work on some fitness, so I did a small workout that I have, and then prepared to go to the farm. I have borrowed a bike to get to the farm faster now and it is so much nicer compared to the walk that has become boring. I arrived at 7:30a.m. and nobody was in sight. I searched around and was very confused with what was happening. Usually, the farm is bustling with people by that time. I found Paula feeding horses and I asked where everyone was. She said it was a Sunday. My heart was literally in my throat. Not because this was a huge matter but that I felt suddenly extremely out of date. I suddenly grabbed my senses and declared that it most certainly was not and that it was Monday! She told me no it was a Sunday. Then I remembered it was a Feiertag here in Germany. I said, “Oh yeah, it’s feiertag!” That means it’s a holiday here. I don’t know exactly what for but it was. Paula then said, “yeah, a Sunday”. I was like “nooOOooo, our days in the week have names and it’s still a Monday even though it’s a feiertag also and a day off for everyone”. Phew, I was almost frustrated for no reason. Anyway, I took a little care of Roode and rode the bike back home. He could have the day off too…of walking (this is all he can do right now because he has an injury).&lt;br /&gt;            By 9a.m. I was home and the weather was sunny and nice so I decided to sit out on the lawn with my new book, Angels and Demons. I read, slept, read, and slept again. By the time I realized I should get out of the sun…it was a quarter past 11. Let me explain my ugly tan lines…I was wearing a polo so I basically have a farmers tan. And I still had my riding pants on rolled up right below the knee and my sneaks. It is not nice. I have white feet, tan shins, and white again the rest of the way up. I will hopefully get a time to fix this problem in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;            Anyway, the day got better. My landlady, her husband Hubert, and I drove to Mohnesee, Germany. Mohnesee is a big lake that I believe is restricted to motor boats. When we arrived there were so many people and the lake was filled with a mass of sail boats. It was so cool. Unfortunately I missed the chance to take a picture. There were so many people. We went for a walk on a nice path in the woods by the lake and shared stories all the while helping me better my German. They don’t know any English and I thought this might be a difficult day but it was so nice in the end. I understand more. I find it so difficult in general though. I get so tongue tied. We had a relaxing time at the nicest biergarten I have been to yet. After eating some huge raspberry cake, we walked through the gardens and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;            They’re son Christian invited me to go with him to a big party in Paderborn after they had just won they’re big Football (Soccer) game. Germans know how to have a good time. They had a huge stage set up outside the City Hall and several beer stands propped up immediately after they’re big win. The crowd was singing (I was too, to the songs I knew but don’t know what the lyrics mean. Hmmmm…), dancing, and waving they’re bright blue colors. I have a short video clip. And I have this awesome picture of this guy who obviously had too much to drink but he was very happy. When he saw me take the picture he came over to me and put his arms around me singing and swaying. He kept yelling Paderborn, and he wouldn’t let go of me until one of his buddies dragged him away. I was laughing the whole time. He was funny.&lt;br /&gt;            Now, I’m back home, Paderborn will be rocking it out until 4a.m. and I will be sleeping. I talked with a good friend and now it’s time for bed. Gute Nacht!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-6976987183277692431?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6976987183277692431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=6976987183277692431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6976987183277692431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6976987183277692431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2273773202913951326</id><published>2009-05-28T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:43:05.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Random Things</title><content type='html'>Okay most recent findings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not sleeping well anymore...gamma we're in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will be an Aunt in 4 weeks, tentatively&lt;br /&gt;3. I ate a bit of chili pepper today and it made me sweat, but my hands were freezing! weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;4. My landlady makes me a cake nearly everyday. She does my laundry completely. I love this. Also, she apparently thinks I must be wasting away because she makes me meals with portions meant for a man. I love this too, but my stomach is always aching after.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everytime I call home now, about the first thing I get is a forecast. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a favorite green sweater that makes my eyes turn really green.&lt;br /&gt;7. I was in Munich last weekend. It is the cleanest city I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;8. I found this Mormon Messages video online that I really like...I will post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been having a bit of red white and blue buying spree. I bought me some new asics kicks. They are sweet. I bought a red jacket. and I have this blue polo that I have had for a while but am suddenly quite neurotic about wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;10. It is strawberry season here in Germany and I just cannot get enough of them. I miss the pounds and pounds of Blueberries that I used to pick and eat in Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;11. I get a two hour relaxation period here in Germany. 12-2 is our lunch hours. cool huh? I think America should adopt this.&lt;br /&gt;12. unless you are being chased by a lion, there is no need to stress&lt;br /&gt;13. I miss home&lt;br /&gt;14. I finished my Book of Mormon in March and now I am trying to read it in German. This will take me until next March.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have these two fat pockets on the sides of my obliques. I swear they were not there two months ago. Germany has something to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have not had a hair cut since last Sept. No worries, it's healthy and I'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;17. Most of my colleagues have graduated this year and I could have been too. But the horses stole me away : )&lt;br /&gt;18. I live in the cutest little village in the cutest little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;19. I cannot sleep with my arms above my shoulders or else they go completely numb. Then it always scares me when I wake up because it feels like they have fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;20. Two weekends ago I went to watch one of my cute neighbor boys compete in a triathalon. During the big awards ceremony I was trying to climb over a barrier that was in front of the huge crowd. Due to my clumbsiness, I lost all balance and collapsed on the other side. I was hoping the crowd may have thought it was just some disappearing act but of course they would all know what happened. I heard gasps and I stood up with a huge grin and tried to play the "Yeah I'm okay...that was cool" I marched away fast before my face was red and my knee was black. Did you know Arnica is an amazing healer of bruises? My landlady has been feeding it to me on a baby spoon. Seriously, she's way cooler than I make it sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now.....hmmmhmmh ZZzzzzz ZZzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2273773202913951326?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2273773202913951326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2273773202913951326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2273773202913951326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2273773202913951326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-most-recent-findings.html' title='20 Random Things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-3035819887865756605</id><published>2009-04-13T00:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:28:32.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procrastinate Now...Don't put it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will update it soon. Wow it's been too long. The problem was that I was without internet which is not good for me. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-3035819887865756605?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3035819887865756605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=3035819887865756605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/3035819887865756605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/3035819887865756605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/04/procrastinate-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-4238275446642439365</id><published>2009-01-24T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:58:32.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With one Life gone a New one comes into the World</title><content type='html'>My Grandfather died this past weekend but my brother and his wife found out that they are having a...BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SXxwaWypjEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vfFwm3UXv2o/s1600-h/829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295230859977788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SXxwaWypjEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vfFwm3UXv2o/s400/829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SXxu1uGaNAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/kPOsMBPI4eA/s1600-h/828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295229131067896834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SXxu1uGaNAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/kPOsMBPI4eA/s400/828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Harmon Alms Sr.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Harmon Alms, Sr. of Mt. Vernon, formerly of Winter Haven, Florida passed away on Tuesday, January 20, 2009. He was born on November 8, 1931 in Orangefield, Texas, the son of C. A. and Mary Naomi (Flournoy) Alms. Tom received his Bachelors Degree from the University of Houston, his Masters Degree from the University of Texas at Austin, Texas and completed his PhD in Microbiology at the University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston, Texas in 1966. He went on to teach microbiology at the University of Missouri at Kansas City Dental School and later served as Chairman of the Department of Microbiology until his retirement. On September 10, 1954 he married Patricia Shelton in Houston, Texas. Tom attended the First United Methodist Church in Mt. Vernon. Those surviving him include his wife of 54 years, Patricia Alms of the home, one son, Thomas Harmon Alms, Jr. DDS and his wife, Laura, of Mt. Vernon; one daughter, Kathryn Lynne Jones and her husband, Hank, of Ft. Worth, Texas; four grandchildren, Matthew Alms, Michael Jones, Katie Alms and Melissa Jones. His parents, one brother, Charlie Alms and one sister Burner Deene Skains preceded him in death. A memorial service under the direction of the Fossett-Mosher Funeral Home will be held at 11:00 a.m., on Saturday, January 24, 2009 at the First United Methodist Church of Mt. Vernon. In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be made to the American Lung Association in care of the Fossett-Mosher Funeral Home at 510 E. Cherry St., Mt. Vernon, Missouri 65712. Online condolences may be shared at &lt;a href="http://www.fossettmosherfuneralhome.com/"&gt;http://www.fossettmosherfuneralhome.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-4238275446642439365?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4238275446642439365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=4238275446642439365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4238275446642439365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4238275446642439365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-one-life-gone-new-one-comes-into.html' title='With one Life gone a New one comes into the World'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SXxwaWypjEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vfFwm3UXv2o/s72-c/829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-5193639051341627686</id><published>2008-12-17T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:34:47.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Step one you say we need to talk He walks you say sit down it's just a talk He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame You begin to wonder why you came &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let him know that you know best Cause after all you do know best Try to slip past his defense Without granting innocence Lay down a list of what is wrong The things you've told him all along And pray to God he hears you And pray to God he hears you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found God On the corner of First and Amistad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where the west Was all but won &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All alone Smoking his last cigarette I said, "Where you been?"He said, "Ask anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where were you When everything was falling apart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All my days Were spent by the telephone It never rang And all I needed was a call It never came To the corner of First and Amistad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end Everyone ends up alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Losing her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only one who's ever known Who I am Who I´m not, who I wanna be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No way to know How long she will be next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early morning The city breaks I've been callin' For years and years and years and years And you never left me no messages Ya never send me no letters You got some kinda nerve Taking all my world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me Why'd you have to wait? To find me, to find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-5193639051341627686?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5193639051341627686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=5193639051341627686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5193639051341627686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5193639051341627686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-7061727095907803269</id><published>2008-12-17T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:26:47.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend, Dave</title><content type='html'>The Sand Mountain Reporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;David Hugh OzarslanDavid Hugh Ozarslan, 23, of Guntersville, died Thursday, Dec. 11, 2008, at his home. Services were Sunday, Dec. 14, at 2 p.m. at Albertville Memorial Chapel with Tim Smith officiating. James Davidson and Jim Hefner delivered the eulogy. Burial followed at Happy Hill Cemetery. Survivors include his mother, Shelly Smithson; father, Irfan Ozarslan; sisters, Emoree Ozarslan and Sarah Atallah; brother, Dane Ozarslan; one nephew; grandparents, Bill and Nancy Hefner, of Guntersville, and Mehmet and Nazile Ozarslan, of Falls Church, Va.; godmother, Stacye Hefner; and several aunts, uncles and cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dave was a good friend of mine from high school. I remember meeting him. I was intimidated by his stern way of speaking but he was such a protector of his favorite girls. He had these ginormous hands that could practically wrap entirely around my own. I loved his hands. He used to make me laugh when he would say, "is it because I am Turkish?" He was only joking but that would always make me laugh. I went with him to our M.V. Snow Ball. We had fun, but I don't remember having him take me home. I think we both had different after dance plans and my parents were mad at me for not having him bring me back. I think I had done something stupid and so we parted ways. I remember the first time a friend and I wanted to go to our first real club. I told my friend that I would bring Dave to protect us. We were the youngest ones there and so it wasn't fun and we left within an hour. I remember always going to his place to try to find him and talk about nothing and everything. The first time I really talked to him was one day when I was making the daily run through our local sonic in my nice new car(the silver grand am that I loved) it had a nice sound system and so he came running and practically dived into my car asking what I put in it. I told him that it was just a standard system that came with it and he told me it was nice. I remember thinking that it was really cool that he said that and I had just upped my social status. I really miss him. The really weird thing is that before I found out, this entire past week I have been thinking about him a lot. I have been wondering what he has been up to. The number that I have had in my phone forever has not been working but has still remained. I remember the night when I first kissed him. I cannot remember very well but I think he was angry with me probably for good reason. I told him he was a good friend and I gave him a peck on the lips and he didn't kiss me back. I left to drive home and that is the last time I saw him. I really miss him and I just wish I could see him one last time. I spoke to him on the phone a while ago and he was working a job in Alabama. I wish I had our pictures of us together at the Snow Ball. I will find them on Tuesday. I really miss him. If I could see him one last time I would be happy. I loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-7061727095907803269?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7061727095907803269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=7061727095907803269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/7061727095907803269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/7061727095907803269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-friend-dave.html' title='My friend, Dave'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2699753748420688368</id><published>2008-12-14T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:29:55.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just hit me! I go home in a week! I'm so excited to see my family and speak english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2699753748420688368?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2699753748420688368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2699753748420688368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2699753748420688368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2699753748420688368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-just-hit-me-i-go-home-in-week-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-1230501403396093076</id><published>2008-12-08T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:25.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Father's Protective Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday, December 08, 2008&lt;br /&gt;            Yesterday was Fast Sunday. Ever since the accident I had Wednesday; I have been a bit of an insomniac. I have not had it easy falling to sleep and I have been reliving the accident over and over. I also have had he constant urging that I needed to bare my testimony to my ward. I did with a friend helping as a translator. I cannot possibly do it without crying. I hate that. I really don’t like crying in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;            First, more details on Wednesday…I was riding a horse that I have been in charge of riding for the past two weeks. The first day I rode him, he was a bit fresh. Plus, he is very large. I think he is the tallest horse I have ever ridden. I was never worried though. I thought if this is all he does then I can handle it. I told one of the boys who knows the horse well and he agreed that those were just some of the attitude things Felix (the horse) does. So, I was not worried and I continued to ride him with no problems. In fact, the Monday before this Wednesday, he was so extremely bored and he was such a sluggish horse. But, on Wednesday, he was wild and fresh. He pulled a few stunts but nothing I wasn’t handling fine. As I was already walking 20 minutes and I had another 25 minutes to go, I began to feel it in his body that something else was coming. So, I did what I knew I should do and that was to flex and bend him in his body so that he couldn’t find a way to straighten himself and balance a big temper tantrum. Well, what happened next is the sort of accident that has been known to put most people in the hospital. He launched off all four feet into the air and so I lost the reins. As I tried to gather them back up, he reared up, but not very high. The second he came back down I got the reins but he was back up in the air and this time he was too high that he was out of balance. Though, instead of falling backwards over top of me, he fell to the right sideways on my right leg. It the most obvious point ever in my life in which I was immediately aware of Heavenly Father’s protective hand over me. I, along with the six other witnesses (riders) in the arena could not believe what happened. Both the horse and I stood up immediately. Felix ran away kicking out. I just stood there looking down at myself and analyzing my leg. I immediately said a silent prayer to Heavenly Father for protecting me. As I looked up, everyone was staring at me asking if I was ok. I smiled and said “I am …WOW”. They were all floored. I noticed the door was open so I ran to close it. I then called out for someone not in the arena. I needed their help as I was suddenly a bit disoriented and I knew I needed to catch the horse but I didn’t feel I could. My friend Martina ran in the catch him. As she did he was becoming more dangerous. She let him have it which I was so happy with because I don’t think I could have handled it. I put him away and then I ran to where my own horse was. My personal things are there and it is private. I knelt and prayed again. I began to cry and Thank Heavenly Father again for protecting me. It was really as if a wall had hit the horse on the left side so that he fell to the right and not on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;            I had a bit of a headache after that but it went away. The worst pain is in my left neck. It is just the muscles that feel sore. My mom insisted that I go to a doctor quick but I told her that I didn’t think I could even deal with somebody trying to touch my neck. I couldn’t even touch it until yesterday. I cannot turn it to the right very well but it is getting better. The other thing is that my hearing has become super sharp. In a painful sort of way, I can hear the smallest of noises and loud noises are irritating. But I haven’t had any headaches because of it.             Anyway, what I have realized is that my Heavenly Father loves me more than I know and he’s always looking out for me. I wonder sometimes why I am still being kept here but there must certainly be a good reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-1230501403396093076?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1230501403396093076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=1230501403396093076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/1230501403396093076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/1230501403396093076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/heavenly-fathers-protective-hand.html' title='Heavenly Father&apos;s Protective Hand'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-8087442381627349714</id><published>2008-12-03T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:53:03.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Today I have realized how fragile life is. I nearly lost mine today. I won't go far into details but Heavenly Father's protective hand was certainly over me in a moment when I was nearly (as my brother would have said it when he was 5y.o.) squashed like a grape. Instead I will only have some sore muscles and a headache. I took my first bath in so long, I forgot how pleasant they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-8087442381627349714?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8087442381627349714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=8087442381627349714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8087442381627349714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8087442381627349714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-6691240459395328728</id><published>2008-11-14T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:14:52.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paderborn</title><content type='html'>Just a little history about the city where I live now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;777: Charlemagne’s first Frankish&lt;br /&gt;Imperial Assembly held on Saxon&lt;br /&gt;ground. In this context, the first&lt;br /&gt;documentary mention of Paderborn.&lt;br /&gt;799: Meeting between Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;and Pope Leo III. in&lt;br /&gt;Paderborn: foundation of the bishopric&lt;br /&gt;and preliminary talks on&lt;br /&gt;crowning Charlemagne Emperor.&lt;br /&gt;836: Transfer of the relics of&lt;br /&gt;St. Liborius from Le Mans to&lt;br /&gt;Paderborn; foundation of the&lt;br /&gt;oldest town twinning in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Ca. 1000: Paderborn is awarded&lt;br /&gt;town status.&lt;br /&gt;1295: Paderborn becomes a&lt;br /&gt;member of the Hanseatic League.&lt;br /&gt;14th century: Paderborn is made&lt;br /&gt;a prince-bishopric.&lt;br /&gt;1614: Foundation of the first&lt;br /&gt;Westfalian university by Prince-&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Dietrich von Fürstenberg.&lt;br /&gt;1802: The prince-bishopric&lt;br /&gt;Paderborn becomes part of the&lt;br /&gt;French “Kingdom of Westphalia”.&lt;br /&gt;1813/14: After the fall of Napoleon,&lt;br /&gt;the former prince-bishopric&lt;br /&gt;Paderborn is handed over to&lt;br /&gt;the Kingdom of Prussia as part&lt;br /&gt;of the “Province Westphalia”&lt;br /&gt;(until 1933).&lt;br /&gt;1929: Paderborn is made&lt;br /&gt;an archbishopric.&lt;br /&gt;1945: Large-scale destruction of&lt;br /&gt;the old town due to massbombing.&lt;br /&gt;After the war it was built up&lt;br /&gt;again, industry and trade were&lt;br /&gt;incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;1972: Foundation of the&lt;br /&gt;University of Paderborn.&lt;br /&gt;1975: Paderborn becomes a “city”&lt;br /&gt;(more than 100,000 inhabitants).&lt;br /&gt;1996: Visit by Pope John Paul II.&lt;br /&gt;1999: Festival of the 1200th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;of the meeting between&lt;br /&gt;Charlemagne and Pope Leo III.&lt;br /&gt;and Jubilee of the Bishopric.&lt;br /&gt;2006: Great Exhibition “Canossa&lt;br /&gt;1077 - History, art and culture of&lt;br /&gt;the Romanesque age”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-6691240459395328728?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6691240459395328728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=6691240459395328728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6691240459395328728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6691240459395328728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/paderborn.html' title='Paderborn'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-8160835791910320522</id><published>2008-11-14T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:03:16.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, November 14,  2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I cried on the phone to my mom last night because I am homesick. I haven't cried in forever, I think I almost forgot how. And I think it was good for me. I needed it. But, I will be coming home for Christmas and I cannot wait to see my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      I am trying to hold off until next summer to go down to Italia but  have already been planning too much that I just want to go! I have an 11 page list of all the things I want to see in Florence, Venice, and Rome. Any of my friends who want to join me please do.&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Also, update on Laura Alms (my brother's wife). According to my knowledge of their pregnancy, she should be due June 7-mid June. So, I will definitely be in Idaho next June for my introduction as the Best Aunt ever! I've already bought these cute little baby booties from a boutique here in Germany. : ) Matthew said she's already getting morning sickness :/ I hope it's not that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-8160835791910320522?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8160835791910320522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=8160835791910320522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8160835791910320522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8160835791910320522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-november-14-2008.html' title='Friday, November 14,  2008'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2508385260979960113</id><published>2008-11-09T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:01:46.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new president...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I do just want to let you all know that I do care very much about this past week's election although the longest post just relays a longer description of my Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this time I was so anti-Obama and I was really scared of the thought of him coming to presidency. And, I am very much a Republican and I did take out my absentee ballot just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't turn it in because the night before I left, McCain gave the most aweful speech in History and I became very confused and I'm sorry but...now Obama is President. I hate to say this but I feel some relief. I don't know what's come over me, but I have a feeling that everything is going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;So, now Obama is The President of the United States of America and I sustain him just as now I believe every american should. I may not agree with many of his stands but he is my president and I will sustain him as such. So, best of luck to all of you in the States! I will keep in touch with the news. I will be back in Missouri for Christmas and then I will enjoy a trip to Kuaui with my mom and dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2508385260979960113?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2508385260979960113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2508385260979960113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2508385260979960113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2508385260979960113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-president.html' title='Our new president...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-8311837128382732329</id><published>2008-11-09T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:17:35.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>007</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to see the new 007 movie that was awesome as far as I can remember until I fell asleep at the end so I have no idea how it ended. But, it did start off great. And I did see it in English as it was offered because of a British military base that is here. So, it was my new friend Paula(Sweden), Catelin(Australia), and myself watching the English version and then Bianca(Frankfurt), and Emma(Finland) watched it in German.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-8311837128382732329?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8311837128382732329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=8311837128382732329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8311837128382732329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8311837128382732329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/007.html' title='007'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-6787223488073654331</id><published>2008-11-05T08:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:26:17.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 November 1986</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 12 February 1986 which was a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Wednesdayunder the astrological sign Scorpio.Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp4" target="_blank"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;.Your fortune cookie reads: Anger begins with folly, and ends with regret. Life Path Compatibility:You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 &amp;amp; 22.You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 6 &amp;amp; 7.You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 3, 5 &amp;amp; 9.The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2446739.5.The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;golden&lt;/a&gt; number for 1986 is 11.The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;epact&lt;/a&gt; number for 1986 is 19.The year 1986 was not a leap year.Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/9/1986 and ending 1/28/1987.You were born in the &lt;a href="javascript:popitup5("&gt;Chinese year of the Tiger&lt;/a&gt;.Your Native American Zodiac sign is Snake; your plant is Thistle.You were born in the Egyptian month of Tyby, the first month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 3 Heshvan 5747.Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 4 Heshvan 5747.&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.13.8.15 which is12 baktun 18 katun 13 tun 8 uinal 15 kin&lt;br /&gt;The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Wednsday, 2 Rabi'u'l-Avval 1407 (1407-3-2).&lt;br /&gt;The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 30 March 1986.The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 4 May 1986.The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 12 February 1986.The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 18 May 1986.The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 25 May 1986.The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Saturday, 4 October 1986.The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Thursday, 24 April 1986.The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 11 February 1986.  As of 11/5/2008 2:21:26 AM ESTYou are 22 years old.You are 264 months old.You are 1,148 weeks old.You are 8,036 days old.You are 192,866 hours old.You are 11,571,981 minutes old.You are 694,318,886 seconds old.Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Javy Lopez (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Tatum O'Neal (1963)&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams (1959)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Noone (1947)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Shepard (1943)&lt;br /&gt;Art Garfunkel (1941)&lt;br /&gt;Elke Sommer (1940)&lt;br /&gt;Ike Turner (1931)&lt;br /&gt;Vivien Leigh (1913)&lt;br /&gt;Roy Rogers (1911)&lt;br /&gt;Joel McCrea (1905)Top songs of 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=That%27s+What+Friends+Are+For+Dionne+%26+Friends%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;That's What Friends Are For by Dionne &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Walk+Like+an+Egyptian+Bangles%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Walk Like an Egyptian by Bangles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=On+My+Own+Patti+LaBelle+%26+Michael+McDonald%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;On My Own by Patti LaBelle &amp;amp; Michael McDonald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Greatest+Love+of+All+Whitney+Houston%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Stuck+with+You+Huey+Lewis+%26+the+News%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Stuck with You by Huey Lewis &amp;amp; the News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Rock+Me+Amadeus+Falco%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Rock Me Amadeus by Falco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Kyrie+Mr%2E+Mister%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Kyrie by Mr. Mister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Kiss+Prince+%26+the+Revolution%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Kiss by Prince &amp;amp; the Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Papa+Don%27t+Preach+Madonna%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Papa Don't Preach by Madonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=How+Will+I+Know+Whitney+Houston%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;How Will I Know by Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.14520547945205 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)Your lucky day is Tuesday.Your lucky number is 9 &amp;amp; 11.Your ruling planet(s) is Mars &amp;amp; Pluto.Your lucky dates are 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th.Your opposition sign is Taurus.Your opposition number(s) is 6.&lt;br /&gt;Today is not one of your lucky days!&lt;br /&gt;There are 365 days till your next birthdayon which your cake will have 23 candles.Those 23 candles produce 23 BTUs,or 5,796 calories of heat (that's only 5.7960 food Calories!) .You can boil 2.63 US ounces of water with that many candles. &lt;br /&gt;In 1986 there were approximately 3.7 million births in the US.In 1986 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.In 1986 in the US there were 2,400,000 marriages (10%) and 1,159,000 divorces (4.8%)In 1986 in the US there were approximately 1,990,000 deaths (8.8 per 1000)In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.In 1986 the population of Australia was approximately 16,138,769.In 1986 there were approximately 243,408 births in Australia.In 1986 in Australia there were approximately 114,913 marriages and 39,417 divorces.In 1986 in Australia there were approximately 114,981 deaths.Your birthstone is Citrine --&gt;The Mystical properties of Citrine&lt;br /&gt;Citrine is said to help one connect with Spirit. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Topaz, Pearl, DiamondYour birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;Walnut Tree, the Passion&lt;br /&gt;Unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egoistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromises.There are 50 days till Christmas 2008!There are 63 days till Orthodox Christmas!The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waxing crescent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-6787223488073654331?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6787223488073654331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=6787223488073654331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6787223488073654331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/6787223488073654331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-november-1986.html' title='5 November 1986'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-3846745005168412462</id><published>2008-11-05T07:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:52:59.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is My Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-3846745005168412462?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3846745005168412462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=3846745005168412462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/3846745005168412462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/3846745005168412462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2721512751694748957</id><published>2008-11-03T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:45:13.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girl by me is my new lil' sister. I'm living with a family here in Germany and they have 3 kids. Julian 20, Vanessa 18, and Samira 12.  I'm having a great time with them and they crack me up!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ9wN-v25xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-InDECBdvHk/s1600-h/356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264549874903738130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ9wN-v25xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-InDECBdvHk/s320/356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2721512751694748957?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2721512751694748957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2721512751694748957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2721512751694748957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2721512751694748957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-by-me-is-my-new-lil-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ9wN-v25xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-InDECBdvHk/s72-c/356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-8588647485452478791</id><published>2008-11-03T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:32:17.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, November 03, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            As I was walking on the roads with my horse today, I found myself yodeling as we passed by some cows. Losing it…yes! But, I started laughing hysterically once I realized what I just did and turned my iPod on. Then I thought of the Sound of Music and tried to decide if this place reminded me of the movie. It does just a little.&lt;br /&gt;            In Germany, there is a mandatory relaxation period from 12-2. Most businesses are closed during these times except for most dining places and shopping centers. So, I usually come home during this period and get a few things done. Today I came home and started reading from my mark in my Book of Mormon. I realized that I only have a little over 100 more pages to read before I’ve finished it. So, I’ve challenged myself to finish it by my Birthday which is this Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-8588647485452478791?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8588647485452478791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=8588647485452478791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8588647485452478791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8588647485452478791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-november-03-2008.html' title='Monday, November 03, 2008'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-5308886557053120798</id><published>2008-11-02T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:00:28.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Conference in Hannover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had stake Conference today in Hannover which is a long drive. But, it was great to see all of the German church members gather together. For them I think it is really a big deal to see so many people gather together from the same Faith because they are so spread out. So, we were there forever afterwards because of all the visiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    I enjoyed the talks. I am understanding more everyday and I especially loved the mission presidents wife's talk in German because she doesn't know much either and she has a very thick accent but she was the only one I could follow completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Then, oh my goodness there were so many americans! I was in heaven for an hour afterwards. There is a sister here on  mission who I just met last Sunday. She is from Utah and I just walked right up to her today and we gave eachother a hug like we were old friends. I didn't realize how happy I would be to see another american. We both laughed because we thought that was weird right after we hugged eachother. Anyway, then she introduced me to the rest of the majority of american missionaries and then two girls who moved here with family. They were also from Utah and they will only be here to the end of Dec. Bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Then it was back home talking German with my family and getting laughed at because I say things so weird and wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    also, gute nacht und bis gleich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-5308886557053120798?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5308886557053120798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=5308886557053120798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5308886557053120798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5308886557053120798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/stake-conference-in-hannover.html' title='Stake Conference in Hannover'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-5075642262242346846</id><published>2008-10-21T18:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:38:26.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Great News...I'm going to be an Aunt!!! I'm so excited and My friend Miranda is due with her little girl any day now and so many of my friends are having babies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-5075642262242346846?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5075642262242346846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=5075642262242346846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5075642262242346846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5075642262242346846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-great-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2354912484687329930</id><published>2008-10-07T03:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T04:21:47.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day after TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I'm mostly packed and ready to set off on a jet plane with my horse on Wednesday Oct. 8th. A lot of preparation and feels like I've been working on this forever when actually I didn't start making many calls or really getting it all together until 30 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   And with all of the business going on I feel like I have not been able to visit very long at all with the ones that matter to me most. I'm not down or anything. I know everyone is very excited for me and hopes for the best and I certainly do too. I'm very excited and anxious to see whats in store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I don't think Roode has a clue what's in store and I think he'll have me worried all the way until we get settled at the stable in Germany. My dog Tucker really thinks something weird is happening and he's been following me everywhere! I'm going to miss him very much. He'll stay in CT with a client at the farm here and her ten year old son who absolutely adores Tucker as does he likewise. They had a week together while I was at my Brothers wedding and Tucker was sleeping with the boy.. : (. Will I ever get Tucker back? I'm only kidding. But, I think I'll have to bring the boy a puppy in exchange when I get back so that it won't be too difficult. But, I know Tucker is hard to beat. He's so perfect...most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Johnny and I are definitely getting sad about leaving eachother. Oct. 13th would be our 1 year dating spree that we don't get to celebrate because I'm leaving a few days before. But he's very excited for me and this whole year he's definitely been my very best friend since Ashley and Beta left me in the dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    I'll give every bit of interesting detail on Wednesday of all the craziness that entails flying a horse! It will probably be on my other blog of all Germany's journaling that I am promising everyone that I am doing for the 11 months I will be over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     So...goodnight and I will try to pay more attention to updating my blog from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2354912484687329930?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2354912484687329930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2354912484687329930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2354912484687329930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2354912484687329930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day after TOMORROW'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-4415968740530510731</id><published>2008-09-16T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:22:50.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My Goodness! It's a little less than a month until I move to Germany and I am so excited!! It's been a long time coming and I've finally finished most preparations and I must admit it really wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;My brother is getting married on Sep. 27Th and I will be in Idaho to visit and then it's back to CT to move across the world ...Oct. 8th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-4415968740530510731?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4415968740530510731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=4415968740530510731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4415968740530510731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4415968740530510731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-goodness-its-little-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-576104547819631457</id><published>2008-06-27T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:59:41.974+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the first time today, Johnny rolled his eyes at me. I cannot remember what I said but he rolled his eyes at me! I cannot believe it! then I asked him if he really just did that and then we both started cracking up and then it made me think of how I've seen my dad roll his eyes at my mom all the time, like when she asks him to go do something and he just sat down. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-576104547819631457?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/576104547819631457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=576104547819631457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/576104547819631457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/576104547819631457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/rolling-eyes.html' title='rolling eyes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-4917633741903074004</id><published>2008-06-26T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:22:54.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPPPNbQiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vtAw5j1N544/s1600-h/roodepoort2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216311022857175586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPPPNbQiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vtAw5j1N544/s320/roodepoort2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPRP5SX_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/7kR7BcmWvl8/s1600-h/389609-R1-032-14A_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216311057400881138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPRP5SX_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/7kR7BcmWvl8/s320/389609-R1-032-14A_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPRvq5CXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EQigBv24r5E/s1600-h/roode1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216311065930434930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPRvq5CXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EQigBv24r5E/s320/roode1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Beautiful Beast of a horse!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-4917633741903074004?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4917633741903074004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=4917633741903074004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4917633741903074004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/4917633741903074004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-my-beautiful-beast-of-horse.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQPPPNbQiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vtAw5j1N544/s72-c/roodepoort2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-739927511731814767</id><published>2008-06-26T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:22:55.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQDFZXJAgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/paxlM2ZLWmU/s1600-h/389609-R1-046-21A_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216297659644051970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQDFZXJAgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/paxlM2ZLWmU/s320/389609-R1-046-21A_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a couple of weeks ago a big group of Young Single Adults from my church went to Sharon, VT. It is the birth place of the prophet Joseph Smith who organized The Church of Jesus Christ of latter Day Saints. Anyway it is an annual thing and this was my third year to attend and I think it was really the best!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQEERLCafI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Hv6fg_midOk/s1600-h/389609-R1-036-16A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216298739777563122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQEERLCafI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Hv6fg_midOk/s320/389609-R1-036-16A_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we left Connecticut very late because of everybody's schedules but we were on the road and we made it quick. It was just about dark when we got there but Johnny and I were quick to get my tent up and head over to a dance that another group was putting on. Johnny and I danced around like huge dorks for a little bit and then I was tuckered out so I went back to the campsite and fell asleep. Everybody else partied by the campfire all night and played games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day Saturday I woke up at 4:15 and was set to go. Played four hours of Basketball with guys 2 times my size and only made one shot. :/. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFuT9mf0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/s2iDi8vK4q0/s1600-h/389609-R1-042-19A_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300561592647490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFuT9mf0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/s2iDi8vK4q0/s320/389609-R1-042-19A_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I hiked a mountain .&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFsLmKSwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/feUe5PEPHDY/s1600-h/389609-R1-038-17A_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300524987108098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFsLmKSwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/feUe5PEPHDY/s320/389609-R1-038-17A_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFtWctZnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oZYaorEXpg8/s1600-h/389609-R1-040-18A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300545080125042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFtWctZnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oZYaorEXpg8/s320/389609-R1-040-18A_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we watched the Joseph Smith Restoration Video. Then we went to get some soft serve down the road and stopped by the river to get our feet a little wet. haha a little I slipped on a ledge that put me in the river wet from the shoulders down! But the more important thing is that I saved my Moose Tracks! Then we went to a Alex Boye Concert which was really more awesome than I thought it was going to be with acception to the non air conditioned building that it was in. Blah. I couldn't wait to shove people out the door once it was over. It was very hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFu5IvbWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uPMNkLWHOfs/s1600-h/389609-R1-048-22A_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300571571481954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFu5IvbWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uPMNkLWHOfs/s320/389609-R1-048-22A_023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we drove home and by the time we got to CT it was down pouring like you wouldn't believe and the thunder and lightening was scary! eeek. My worst fear...getting struck by lightening. But we made it. phew...and the rest is history. And as you can see Christian was very tired!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFvYXpO2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DygxT5yzz2s/s1600-h/389609-R1-016-6A_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300579955489634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQFvYXpO2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DygxT5yzz2s/s320/389609-R1-016-6A_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Johnny is cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-739927511731814767?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/739927511731814767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=739927511731814767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/739927511731814767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/739927511731814767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-couple-of-weeks-ago-big-group-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SGQDFZXJAgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/paxlM2ZLWmU/s72-c/389609-R1-046-21A_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-398259990517495674</id><published>2008-06-22T05:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:03:01.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I have been home for a week now. I flew in last Monday to surprise my dad for a late Father's Day surprise. He was definitely surprised. I would have loved to fly in on Sunday but I had a Dressage competition last weekend and it didn't end until Sunday. anyway, I have been here for about a week and I fly back to Connecticut tomorrow evening. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I was so home sick and this week has gone by so fast. This October I am moving to Germany and that seems to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creeping&lt;/span&gt; up very soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     My mom was telling me earlier about how proud she was of me and my being so independent and being able to just go and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I dream of but I actually feel opposite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;This is&lt;/span&gt; hard for me so bare with me it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; hard for me to really reach deep into my feelings and write what is really there. I express my deepest thoughts to myself only and this is very much new to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I feel that those goals which I have (gosh my mind is racing and I hate this) they are always there and I think about them everyday but i never am confident in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that they're&lt;/span&gt; going to happen. or I don't know how they are going to and I've never known how i did make it by the time I made it. I see everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; hard work  for me and I feel a little selfish. I work hard everyday with my daily responsibilities but just like now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be preparing for Germany and I feel so ill-prepared and I don't feel like it's going to happen. I don't exactly feel proud of myself. I feel like I've failed at something and I don't know what it is. My parents have supported me and put me through this intensive training to be the best and for me to be happy and I am but I certainly don't feel independent. At this moment i feel very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insecure and&lt;/span&gt; I depend a lot upon them. I cannot take care of myself. i mean i can but I cannot. and this makes no sense maybe i 'm just being very hormonal right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Mostly....this is totally off the subject... new topic. I think my whole problem in this moment has to do with a very dear friend that I lost because I was stupid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I just was reading one of her blogs and I just commented on her blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Anyway, She was my dearest best friend when I first moved to Connecticut for school. The first time I met her she saved me from a guy that was trying to tie the knot with me from hello as he did her previously so she kindly intervened that's always a good story. We became very good friends and she helped me more than she will ever know. We were total opposites and I was always in awe of her talents and sense of humor. She is really a very brilliant person and I really screwed it up in fall of '06. of all the little friendships that dwindle and fade as we grow up she is certainly one that I think of often and wish I still had. I said some very mean and hurtful things and I destroyed it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I get so angry with myself over it like right now. I miss her a lot and I feel like a stalker visiting her page all the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; that i cannot talk to her because I'm too afraid or I'll just start balling like I am right now. blah. and I wish i could just spit out what's on m mind. But, it is simply that I miss her and I miss our fun times. I miss my best friend. She was a much better friend to me than i was to her. She had a much better way of giving encouragement and advice than I ever could. I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; any of the things I said to destroy our friendship but I know I was in the wrong. She's married now and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; and she's preparing to give birth to her first child. and I am so very happy for her. She will be an incredible mother! I only wish I could just be acquainted with her life right now. But I really messed it up and I feel that I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done that a lot ...messed things up. but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt; if you read this I just want you to know how much i love and care about you and I'm sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    sorry this is so blubbered I 'll have to fix it later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-398259990517495674?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/398259990517495674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=398259990517495674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/398259990517495674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/398259990517495674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-2847813563141873690</id><published>2008-06-05T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:34:16.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road rage</title><content type='html'>So, last night Johnny and I were driving in my car...he was driving and he started to get angry at this other car ...actually several cars along the way. But he then says "I haven't got road rage in a long time" ...well, he hasn't had a car for four months now and so he doesn't ever drive. I pointed that little detail out and we both started laughing and ...    I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-2847813563141873690?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2847813563141873690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=2847813563141873690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2847813563141873690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/2847813563141873690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-rage.html' title='Road rage'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-5152748552021905899</id><published>2008-06-04T15:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:22:56.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagcH8pXvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KIGWz5CS1kg/s1600-h/Elizabeth+Park_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026424130756338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagcH8pXvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KIGWz5CS1kg/s320/Elizabeth+Park_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagcgI2ykI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZCiNtq086rM/s1600-h/Elizabeth+Park_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026430624418370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagcgI2ykI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZCiNtq086rM/s320/Elizabeth+Park_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagdbj0qxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PesQFTmaMYg/s1600-h/Elizabeth+Park_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026446575217426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagdbj0qxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PesQFTmaMYg/s320/Elizabeth+Park_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagd_vHQyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lLkuLHZBlvQ/s1600-h/Elizabeth+Park_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026456286249762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagd_vHQyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lLkuLHZBlvQ/s320/Elizabeth+Park_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEageXb7R9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bPbsI8VAPZQ/s1600-h/cloverlea_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026462648223698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEageXb7R9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bPbsI8VAPZQ/s320/cloverlea_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is like wetting your pants, everybody can see it but only you can feel its warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some pictures back yesterday. On Sunday, in pursuit of finishing a role of film I took a ton of pictures of my super awesome boyfriend/ future (too far future) something else. and there's also some pictures on there of the farm where my horse and I have been for the past three years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-5152748552021905899?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5152748552021905899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=5152748552021905899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5152748552021905899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/5152748552021905899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEagcH8pXvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KIGWz5CS1kg/s72-c/Elizabeth+Park_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-8396749738957435201</id><published>2008-06-02T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:39:00.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alright!!! Katie has just made a huge mistake.  She actually had me write something on her blog spot.  This is Johnny Gonzales. I am one of the most envied guys in the area because I get to be Katie's boyfriend.  I am really lucky that she doesn't realize that she could have any guy around this area but she still choses me for some reason.  We recently had a great time at the beach and then a scenic drive in eastern CT.  We have been dating for almost eight months and I haven't messed it up completely yet.  Hopefully you will get to hear from me on this site again.  I just have to keep her from realizing that she is way too good for a goof ball like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-8396749738957435201?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8396749738957435201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=8396749738957435201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8396749738957435201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/8396749738957435201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ah Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293632905144684712.post-7260366957152124860</id><published>2008-05-31T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:22:57.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo1R3YpSI/AAAAAAAAADU/vYzLJAeaLis/s1600-h/388192-R1-050-23A_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557908755064098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo1R3YpSI/AAAAAAAAADU/vYzLJAeaLis/s320/388192-R1-050-23A_025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2B3YpTI/AAAAAAAAADc/rdnsURrzXzM/s1600-h/388192-R1-038-17A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557921639966002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2B3YpTI/AAAAAAAAADc/rdnsURrzXzM/s320/388192-R1-038-17A_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2R3YpUI/AAAAAAAAADk/yf9rO9owkgE/s1600-h/388192-R1-012-4A_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557925934933314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2R3YpUI/AAAAAAAAADk/yf9rO9owkgE/s320/388192-R1-012-4A_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2h3YpVI/AAAAAAAAADs/futBO_pxCxg/s1600-h/388192-R1-022-9A_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557930229900626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2h3YpVI/AAAAAAAAADs/futBO_pxCxg/s320/388192-R1-022-9A_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2x3YpWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UQPP0vmwZS0/s1600-h/388192-R1-016-6A_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557934524867938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo2x3YpWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UQPP0vmwZS0/s320/388192-R1-016-6A_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, on Memorial Day weekend, I had to ride in a clinic at the farm which was a lot of fun and my horse was great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, more to the funner part. Johnny and I spent the Monday at the Long Island sound and we fell asleep on the beach and then went on a scenic drive to north east connecticut around Woodstock. And I love him more and more. Hehe. He's so stinkin' cute and full of hotness at the same time. okay okay I'll get on with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, on Sunday Johnny watched me ride and then we spent the rest of the day together and then I was just too exhausted to drive him home and drive back home (because I was afraid I would fall asleep) , which I did last weekend and took my passenger mirror off and that's a whole other whopping mess. But, he slept in the car and then I slept in my nice cumfy bed. on Memorial Day Monday, we got our swimsuits and went to the beach. The water was entirely too cold to even think about swimming. So we fell asleep on the warm sand. and then we took a scenic drive more north on route 169 and we saw a lot of cool places and we got some home-made ice cream too. So good. Tucker (my dog) went with us too. As we were walking through the park to the beach there were a lot of games going on in other groups and Tucker was just full of excitement and didn't know who to try to play with although he couldn't anyway because he was on a leash : ( he hates being on a leash).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day was so much fun and I'm loving getting to know Johnny even more. I love him dearly. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293632905144684712-7260366957152124860?l=katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7260366957152124860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293632905144684712&amp;postID=7260366957152124860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/7260366957152124860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293632905144684712/posts/default/7260366957152124860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemeredithanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750016668830779804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SQ3gm0Ph2wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JPl9zgpYp-g/S220/katie1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRMzKWEaJvU/SEFo1R3YpSI/AAAAAAAAADU/vYzLJAeaLis/s72-c/388192-R1-050-23A_025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
