tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55197452011-12-14T09:18:54.232-06:00Riskey Business.Did you really think you were original when you said that?Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.comBlogger2211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-37595128197362872382011-12-07T11:27:00.001-06:002011-12-07T15:44:06.904-06:00
I don’t know that I’ve ever really celebrated Advent. Growing up, we had Advent calendars every
year, and believe me, I celebrated that tiny piece of chocolate before school
each morning. (When you’re nine, there
is something about eating chocolate before school that is exhilarating). I don’t know that I processed that the
anticipation I felt was a symbol of the Jews' anticipation for a Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-72498665452823953192011-11-15T10:58:00.001-06:002011-11-15T11:03:17.150-06:00As a “professional development” opportunity for our department, my boss got everyone StengthsFinder 2.0 and asked us to take the test.
In a meeting this week, we are going to share our top five “strengths” with the group in hopes that we will learn to work together, blah blah blah…
In an effort to pull together what I would share, I was trying to find a couple of sentences that really summarizeKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-84500919561644979402011-09-21T12:12:00.000-05:002011-09-21T12:12:39.396-05:00A Terrible Poem. Entitled, "In case you stalk me, too" for Beth Moore.
I’ve been stalking you for several years.
I know your hopes,
Your dreams,
Your fears.
I know your kids, I’ve read your blog.
I’ve followed tweets, I love your dog.
I hope this doesn’t creep you out.
We could be friends; I have no doubt.
I just thought that you should know
You Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-63101212994761387382011-04-06T11:14:00.000-05:002011-04-06T11:14:50.060-05:00Over Spring Break Daniel and I were invited over to the home one of Daniel’s colleagues and his wife. It was going to be a night of pizza and Scrabble—just getting to know each other a little better. We offered to bring salad and dessert. Should have been easy enough, except I freaked out a little bit. What kind of lettuce? What kind(s) of dressing? What veggies? What bowl? How much? Should I do Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-61190640605679779192010-11-03T14:33:00.000-05:002010-11-03T14:33:01.762-05:00"What's down in the well will come up in the bucket." Luke 6:45Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-68455567604478089262010-10-25T10:50:00.000-05:002010-10-25T10:50:42.655-05:00"God is very good to those who trust in Him, and often surprises them with unlooked for blessings. Little do we know what may happen to us tomorrow, but this sweet fact may cheer us, that no good thing shall be withheld."
-Charles Spurgeon
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-62995219065796216062010-10-12T10:58:00.002-05:002010-10-12T10:58:38.487-05:00Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-23767643795041061432010-09-20T16:45:00.003-05:002010-09-20T16:46:39.615-05:00I wanted to write about the fact that I often have a physical reaction to particularly intriguing thought processes. Like, when l read a blog that I find particularly insightful or challenging, then I consider commenting on it…then my heart pounds so hard I can hear it…heck, I can see it.
I thought this would be best described as a physiological response. I thought physical+logical. That’s an Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-561190079807711552010-09-10T09:11:00.002-05:002010-09-10T09:12:46.770-05:00Today is my brother’s birthday and I’m stealing Brent’s birthday format to honor him.
Let’s celebrate today by:
Being fiercely protective of our loved ones.
Buying someone a loaf of French bread just because it’s warm.
Being kind—but not taking crap either.
NOT being a predator/Treating women like sisters (complete with making their heads into arm rests, getting in their way intentionally, and Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-34278448269596623582010-08-17T12:26:00.008-05:002010-08-17T12:36:31.512-05:00I have a bad case of The Shoulds.
In fact, I am should-ing all over myself.
I should be doing more with my life. I should wear heals more often. I should spend time in the Word every day. I should give more money to the poor. I should drink more water, eat more vegetables, and run more miles. I should write more, read more, sleep more, dream more. I should get back to work…
But the trouble Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-22407817699049582652010-06-10T16:33:00.001-05:002010-06-14T11:17:02.727-05:00It’s ok to not be ok.
Yes. Praise the Lord.
Is it ok to be ok?
If I say my marriage is awesome, people assume I’m lying. I feel like I have to make up something negative to say or people will think that I’m too prideful to share what’s really going on. I have been annoyed by this little cultural phenomenon for quite a while now, and then today I read this. ("Culture of Sorrow: Part 1" --Pay Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-44047217208405022042010-05-21T15:50:00.003-05:002010-05-21T15:53:19.459-05:00For what it’s worth…
I am female again. Daniel is not married to a man. I have successfully plead my case to the Social Security Administration, and they have changed my gender coding. The very nice, very helpful, women across the desk from me said, in a deep southern accent, “I’ve never changed someone’s gender before.” Well great. Happy I could provide you with that crucial professional Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-29457600679299354292010-04-21T12:21:00.005-05:002010-04-21T12:22:48.550-05:00Me: My employer informed me that there is an issue with my gender.
Them: We have you as Male.
Me: Well I’m not. I’m female. Always have been.
Them: Let me find out the procedure for this.
Me: Please do.
And the procedure includes me driving to Denton with my Birth Certificate to try to convince THEM, The United State Social Security Administration, that in fact I am, and always have been, Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-50821209369508996532010-04-13T16:47:00.000-05:002010-04-13T16:47:14.794-05:00The story you are about to read is true…allegorically. Some E’s have been changed to I’s to protect the innocent. I’ll let you guess which. It may not make much sense...and I'm ok with that right now.
Two plus two equals four. Always. In every case. In every circumstance.
Let’s say you are trying to teach your delightful offspring that 2+2=4 because he has a math test on Friday. It’s ThursdayKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-48313619249133525702010-03-04T13:32:00.000-06:002010-03-04T13:32:48.768-06:00Well, that sucks. Comments have disappeared. I think they're gone for good. I exported them, but Blogger isn't cool enough to let me import them, so now I have a really technical-looking file full of comments, without the blogs that went with them. Oh well. You said nice things. Maybe one day they'll let me import them...
More to come on the insecurity topic. I've been busy with template Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-32817042890553642962010-02-19T10:37:00.000-06:002010-02-19T10:39:21.483-06:00Beth Moore’s got me thinking about insecurity. And I think it makes me more insecure than ever.What little confidences I had now seem like a 2 foot wall around the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I wasn’t fooling anyone. They all still see the flaws. They point. They take pictures. They stand on the wall and mock me by pretending to hold me up. I know I’m falling apart, but you aren’t supposed to.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-35130776157844028542010-02-10T11:19:00.000-06:002010-02-10T11:20:53.088-06:00Thoughts.-You know that wonderful burning sensation in your throat when you’ve eaten a ton of chocolate? I love it. And thanks to massive bag of mini M&Ms in my drawer, I’ve got it going on right now…before noon.-I have a swollen lymph node in my neck. No other symptoms…just one large node. It’s a mystery.-My mom bought me the new Beth Moore book about insecurity…the day it came out. I feel Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-74735188721189721492009-12-04T10:16:00.003-06:002009-12-04T10:23:52.639-06:00I go to The Village. And Matt Chandler is our pastor. And as I type this, he is being prepped for brain surgery. And it totally sucks.You can read his blog from this morning, as well as the progression of the events of the last week here.It has taken me a while to claim the Village. To admit that I go there, to say that it’s my church. Too many voices in my head. Too much hype. Way too many Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-58004974250901380372009-11-09T16:19:00.002-06:002009-11-09T16:25:41.947-06:00"The truth is that progress is usually small and sneaky. The lie is that only big will do; only big will change the world, so everyone will be kind to each other and the killing will stop. Big is the magic we look for first, but grace is what makes things work out against all odds. If it were too big, it might sweep away all the bits of knowledge and insight we're granted as we go along. If it Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-76569892765387895022009-11-02T10:16:00.001-06:002009-11-02T10:18:50.267-06:00See, here’s the thing…Those personality tests that “help us to learn more about our co-workers/families/etc. so that we can communicate more effectively” really, they just lead to frustration, stereo-typing, comparison, arrogance, and self-loathing. At least for me. I think it’s like communism. It looks good on paper, but in reality it just doesn’t work. Mostly because people suck. At least I Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-48571222876826468792009-10-06T14:36:00.001-05:002009-10-06T14:38:52.247-05:00Daniel and I got a new (used…but new-to-us) car last week, so we went on a little road trip out to Tyler on Saturday. See, on Wednesday, one of Daniel’s old friends from camp called and said their church was having a marriage conference that weekend at Pine Cove. A couple of people had dropped out and did we want to go. Sure, why not. The speaker was Chris Legg, who used to be the chaplain forKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-34626762395687403692009-09-11T10:12:00.003-05:002009-09-11T16:51:35.732-05:00Warning: Really long post ahead. Break it up over the next few days and it'll seem like I blog every day.My colleague is a wonderful British woman in her late 50's. She loves her kids dearly; I can tell by the way she talks to them on the phone. She wants to do her job with excellence, whether it's making phone calls or making purchases for our department. Occasionally, if she's really angry, sheKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-43433492502296864742009-08-31T11:58:00.001-05:002009-08-31T12:01:05.070-05:00There is a little more room in the freezer this morning. For the past year, there has been a cake in there. It was a pretty little cake, square with white butter-cream icing and decorative squiqqles.And it was delicious…a year ago.The year has been so good. We’ve been to weddings together, doctor’s appointments together, funerals together, the bank together, work events together, church together,Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-75948945308456043272009-06-25T14:25:00.002-05:002009-06-25T14:29:05.359-05:00After reading some blogs and thinking about camp, I wrote a little poem.I know that the tense changes. I know that it's been two years since I was there; I still get overwhelmed by it. And I wrote. Don't judge me.____________________________Camp again. My heart a drum.I deeply dread, and yet I comeWith honest expectation ofSeeing Jesus, feeling love.I cry along the road trip here,Forgetting Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-53429404326445384452009-06-03T12:10:00.002-05:002009-06-03T12:30:06.769-05:00It's not that I don't want to blog. It's not that I don't have things to say, stories, observations, etc.It's just that blogging requires the Internet, which we don't have.And my job blocks me from blogging...unless this works...loophole!I am a we now. I used to tell my boyfriend, then fiance, "We're not a 'we' yet," but we are now, and I love it. We have been a "we" for 9 months, and it seems Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-71429967399821101162008-06-27T13:05:00.002-05:002008-06-27T13:39:49.268-05:00Last Night.I don't hear God speak audibly, but I know He speaks. Sometimes He speaks more clearly than expected. This was the inner dialogue last night.Why don't you stop reading blogs, go curl up and spend some time with me?(ignore)Why are you reading blogs of people you haven't seen in a year--come spend time with me.At least I saw them last year, more than I can say for you. (Really? I'm Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-876515185190485302008-04-18T00:36:00.002-05:002008-04-18T01:18:15.097-05:00I've spent the last couple of hours reading friends' blogs, facebook notes, and email updates. I really enjoyed myself. It made me want to write again...so did the book I finished a couple of weeks ago...so did the pit in my stomach when I saw a beautiful, blank journal in my drawer...so did the thought of doing some sort of freelance job, rather than having to work 8-5 in an office. If I Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-26062066036342881382008-02-07T23:26:00.000-06:002008-02-08T00:16:23.390-06:00Hello friends. Today, I blog. There have been events in my life. Blog-worthy events. -I graduated from college. I received that ever-so-important piece of paper. It even had a special little "cum laude" sticker on it...but they put it on crooked. And now I'm doing the same job I did in high school and honestly cannot for the life of me remember what I did with that little piece of paper. OhKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-12317916896835233022007-11-08T13:12:00.000-06:002007-11-08T13:46:39.164-06:00You know it's been too long if you forget your login name and password...Today I took 2 tests and turned in a 10-page paper. My last 10-page paper. Unless I choose to submit myself to this kind of torture again (ie grad school), I never have to write another research paper again. Goodbye MLA, APA, and Turabian, formats. Goodbye footnotes, endnotes, and parenthetical documentation. I never Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-85525139037861281572007-08-31T15:35:00.001-05:002007-08-31T16:14:04.487-05:00Yes. I am back. I have been for a couple of weeks now. I've been busy. School, work, family, boyfriend, friends...but today I have none of that and therefore have no excuse. (I mean, I still have those things, but none are demanding my immediate attention.)This summer was different than the others...harder...longer. I was sick a lot. (Nothing like coughing all night and jumping and runningKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-28633429682367040832007-05-17T00:05:00.000-05:002007-05-17T00:14:20.574-05:00I'm heading off to camp again.I'm nervous.I have a lot of thoughts, a lot of fears.But I always do, and God is always faithful anyway.I have no reason to doubt that He will pull through again.He will.He always does.He can't help it.I promise to write when I get back.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-67940414662511624652007-03-23T11:45:00.000-05:002007-03-23T11:49:14.848-05:00I'm leaving in about 3 hours for a little weekend trip to Pine Cove. The exciting thing about this particular weekend is that I get to speak to the daughters at a mother-daughter conference. And I'm an interesting combination of nerves and joy about it all. If you think of me, especially tomorrow morning, pray, ok? Thanks.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-42601374112011978422007-03-13T23:00:00.000-05:002007-03-13T23:17:59.066-05:00He says to be anxious about nothing. Is He serious? Because I just don't understand how that's possible. I mean, I could explain it to you...When you fully understand the power and love of God...when you realize that He really is good, you will be able to trust Him completely...etc.And it makes sense and I don't want to say "but..." BUT... it doesn't seem to be helping the stomach pain, and Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1170706751363819152007-02-05T13:47:00.000-06:002007-02-05T14:19:11.373-06:00Tomorrow I have a spanish test and a paper due in Adolescent Psychology, and by Friday I have to have a 10 page paper written and the entire NT and a 600 page text book read. So it is obviously the most opportune time I have had in the last couple months to blog! I have been...fine. Not really thriving, but not barely getting by either. I live in the day to day. I laugh hard sometimes, cry a Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1165433518713235732006-12-06T13:23:00.000-06:002006-12-06T13:31:58.726-06:00I want everyone to know that I opened up the blank post and really tried to write something. I started at least 5 times. They all sucked, so I deleted them.Just want you to know I tried.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1162767279300847272006-11-05T15:57:00.000-06:002006-11-05T16:54:39.313-06:00A month ago if you had asked me when I was going to graduate I would have said, "May, hopefully." Plans have changed. I could have graduated in May, but I would have to take 27 hours next semester. With all the mini-terms that DBU offers I could have spent my holiday season chipping away at the first 12 hours, then spent the spring finishing up the final 15. It didn't sound too bad at first, but Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1161879172487318442006-10-26T11:04:00.000-05:002006-10-26T11:12:52.496-05:00Things I've realized, in no particular order:-I like Fall.-I really don't like research papers. I realize that there is value in the process, and I realize that it is important to cite sources, but I don't think that the stipulations for a bibliography make any sense. There has to be a better way.-If I do word searches in my computer science class, the time goes much faster.-Graduating in May Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1160748206105520112006-10-13T08:58:00.000-05:002006-10-13T09:03:26.116-05:00Pine Cove is a really cool camp.I can't wait to go; I'm totally amped.Finish the Limerick!Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1158778036344976842006-09-20T13:32:00.000-05:002006-09-20T13:47:16.356-05:00So there's that... I guess I have that.-I am a blog mooch.-I am going to Baton Rouge this weekend with my boyfriend to celebrate his birthday with his family.-I cannot wait to be done with this school.-My mom is in Portland, Oregon with my grandma who just had back surgery.-My brother is moving out next month.-My dad might get to do some cool FBI-type stuff.-I still have unpacked drawers from Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1156957402996968852006-08-30T11:47:00.000-05:002006-08-30T12:03:23.006-05:00Blogging is a scary thing.Maybe it's because I have neurotic tendencies, especially when it comes to writing.Maybe it's because I have too much to say and not enough time or energy to say it all.Maybe it's because I'm a little bit rebellious at heart and want to NOT blog just to prove that Brent is not the boss of me.But, whatever the reason, the time has come to start again.(Brent, you still Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1148010861425623442006-05-18T22:45:00.000-05:002006-05-18T22:54:21.436-05:00I'm leaving tomorrow for 12 weeks. I won't be blogging, reading blogs, or emailing for the duration. I will miss it. I like instant communication. If you want to write me letters I would LOVE that. You can get the address from my mom. (I just got to hang out with my amazing boyfriend for 3 days. He's back in the States after a semester in New Zealand. He's wonderful and now I get to spend Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1146595521862666592006-05-02T13:26:00.000-05:002006-05-02T13:45:22.036-05:00My dad took me to see her. He's a good dad, caring about what I care about, (and paying for gas). I took Bird by Bird and Plan B with me just in case. I really wanted Bird by Bird signed. It is my favorite, but I didn't know if that was bad book-signing etiquette since she was there to promote Plan B. I stood up on the balcony to listen as she read and answered questions. She was hilarious and Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1146077557490984392006-04-26T13:49:00.000-05:002006-04-26T13:52:37.503-05:00I get to see Anne Lamott tonight.I've been having hypothetical conversations with her all day.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1145509064259865882006-04-19T22:45:00.000-05:002006-04-19T23:57:44.363-05:00This week in chapel they've been representing different groups within the student body. Monday was the international students, Friday is the athletes, and today was the SGA chapel. For those who don't know, SGA is the student government. We complain to them and they complain to the higher-ups. That's how stuff gets done. Some vice president of something-or-other got up and told us a story to Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1143949197957716712006-04-01T21:28:00.000-06:002006-04-01T21:39:57.970-06:00My life pro/con list:Pro:Not every girl gets to hear her boyfriend say, "One of the prostitutes recognized me last night." (NOTE: He's a missionary in New Zealand right now and gets to be part of a team that ministers to prostitutes. So it's a good thing...but out of context it's awkward and hilarious).Con:Yesterday at work a 4th grade boy rudely asked me who I was and then said, "You kinda look Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1143165093543173192006-03-23T19:42:00.000-06:002006-03-23T19:51:33.556-06:00-I went to a Switchfoot concert on Tuesday night. I've been to quite a few of their shows, but this was the best one yet. Oh my gosh. It was unbelievable. I thought I was done being a groupie. I thought I just liked their music but was kind of over the whole concert thing. I'm not. I haven't felt that alive in a long time. It was beautiful.-My boyfriend is amazing and sent me 18 sweet roses. Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1141876406594106902006-03-08T21:49:00.000-06:002006-03-08T21:53:26.603-06:00I was walking across campus yesterday and heard the following three lines of conversation:"I had an epiphany yesterday.""Oh yeah? What was it?""Well, I was in the bathroom and..."I laughed to myself. That is such a common human experience. I want to know...What is your favorite or most memorable bathroom/shower epiphany?Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1141103704332394722006-02-27T23:10:00.000-06:002006-02-27T23:15:04.346-06:00I know I should blog again...And I would blog again...Except that I have no motivation and nothing to say. I'm kind of in a funk.I've been getting really tired really fast of meaningless conversation lately.But I don't really have anything meaningful to say.So I'm not saying anything...except this.If you would like to share motivational comments or meaningful blog topics for me, I would love it.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1139203784102475482006-02-05T23:25:00.000-06:002006-02-05T23:29:44.113-06:00I know everyone will be doing the "Name your favorite commercial" thing but I want to know what you thought of the DOVE commercial. If you didn't see it click HERE.Did you like it?What do you think is their goal is airing a commercial like that andDo you think it works?If you were in charge of deciding where and how the "Self-esteem Fund" was spent, what would you do with it?Can you relate to Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1138807553813955322006-02-01T09:18:00.000-06:002006-02-01T09:25:53.836-06:00"I do believe; help my unbelief." Mark 9:24I do believe that I have a purpose.I do believe that I have a purpose HERE.I do believe that people like me.I do believe that I have certain gifts and abilities.I do believe that God will do a better job with my life than I would.I do believe that being in school is important and is expanding my worldview.I do believe that love wins.God, help me believeKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1137626874173482282006-01-18T17:18:00.000-06:002006-01-18T17:27:54.206-06:00Hi friends.Sorry.Since we last spoke, I:-went to Pine Cove and committed to work for yet another glorious summer in the woods of East Texas.-Went to Mississippi to watch my boyfriend graduate college, with a degree in Biology! He wasn't messing around! This was immediately followed by a trip to Baton Rouge to hang out with said boy. We ate sushi on a rooftop and watched the sunset. And he gave meKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1134099417294915742005-12-08T21:06:00.000-06:002005-12-08T21:36:57.346-06:00Temperature outside: 8 degrees. Feels like: -1I just heard a 6'3" Antinguan man sing "Stacie's mom has got it going on..." to my friend Stacie and I laughed really hard.I've been in a funk the past few days and I can't seem to shake it. I know truth, but it's hard to believe that it's truth. The lies seem to make more sense. Any ideas to help defunk would be greatly appreciated.Despite the funk, Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1133937244178203112005-12-07T00:27:00.000-06:002005-12-07T00:34:04.190-06:00Do you remember when you believed that God could do anything? that God actually heard your prayers with an intention to answer them? Do you remember when you believed that Elijah was an ordinary person just like you and that if you prayed like he did, God would answer your prayers, too? --Erwin McManus An Unstoppable ForceDear Jesus,I do believe; help my unbelief.amen.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1133912629351160942005-12-06T17:36:00.000-06:002005-12-06T17:43:49.363-06:00I woke up with a headache today.I've taken more meds than I should.I've napped.I've eaten.I've had caffine.I've had water.I've marked things off my list.It won't go away and I have a ten page paper due in the morning. Any suggestions?Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1133383179923315462005-11-30T14:12:00.000-06:002005-11-30T14:39:39.960-06:00"It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in..."In the last 10 class days before finals I have the following things due:A book of spiritual gifts testsAn Abnormal Psychology testAn Essentials of Evangelical Theology test...AND...8 (EIGHT!!!!) papers due (4 of which have to be at least 10 pages...and this isn't counting the 10-pager that I turned in last week).Book: checkAb Psych test: Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1132298155521074132005-11-18T01:27:00.000-06:002005-11-18T01:25:37.006-06:00My prof drives me crazy.I read the required pages for my assignment.I looked at the questions that I am required to answer.I let out a sound unmistakably related to frustration.And here's why:The assignment is to read the pages and write responses to the prompts and questions that are given to us. The first of which asks us about a quote on page 222 by Mike Yaconelli. Here's part of it:"The Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1131518526660206602005-11-09T00:42:00.000-06:002005-11-09T00:42:06.706-06:00Thoughts:The bottle of vitamins my mom got me says, "Take with food." Does a handful of peanut M&Ms count?On Saturday I will have been dating Daniel for 8 months. That's a long time. A really good long time.I've been kind of emotional lately. I cried on Sunday night when the kids sang at church.My American friend and her British husband had a baby not too long ago. Welcome Noah Scott Jackson. YouKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1130985830808583022005-11-02T20:42:00.000-06:002005-11-02T20:43:50.876-06:00I tried to do this a long time ago, but it got really depressing so I had to stop. But I'm trying it again. We'll see how it goes. I reserve the right to go back and change answers.Five things I...(in no particular order)Cannot do:1) Like history. I want to like it. I understand the importance of it. I want to be good at it. I just can't.2) Remember a good dream. I've only remembered a handful ofKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1129570224670147052005-10-17T12:25:00.000-05:002005-10-17T12:30:27.373-05:00I thought I would laugh more.I thought I would build relationships with high schoolers.I thought I would leave refreshed.The mind of man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps. Proverbs 16:9Sometimes I get scared.Sometimes I don't trust God.Sometimes I try to do it on my own.I do believe; help my unbelief! Mark 9:24She'll tell you no one understands her.She'll tell you she doesn't Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1129256694274303002005-10-13T21:24:00.000-05:002005-10-13T21:24:54.343-05:00"We do not want merely to see beauty...We want to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it." -C.S. Lewis The Weight of GloryThat sounds good. I'll have that.I don't know what's going on lately. Life is good...Really good. I'm so...blessed. My family is doing well. (My brother just bought a new truck and is stoked Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1128639264357767112005-10-06T17:47:00.000-05:002005-10-06T17:54:24.366-05:00"Given that colleges and universities are the primary sources of cultural change, why do college ministries receive such a small slice of the average church's resource pie? If, in the last century, there were purposeful and communal college ministries offering lifelines to young adults drowning in postmodern confusion, this century would look dramatically different. Instead of scratching our Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1127440323708958232005-09-22T20:52:00.000-05:002005-09-22T20:52:03.756-05:00I can't smell it, feel it, or taste it, but it's officially here now. Happy first day of Autumn everyone. I hope it was grand.Today Barry Hannah spoke in chapel. He writes. He has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize, therefore making him one of those fancy-pants authors. He wore suspenders, the pages from which he was reading were out of order, and he made light of the fact that quite a few of Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1126839618333287342005-09-15T21:45:00.000-05:002005-09-15T22:00:18.340-05:00I could smell it.I could definitely feel it.And at one point I'm pretty sure I tasted it.Fall is almost here, my friends.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1126291884295595592005-09-09T14:43:00.000-05:002005-09-09T14:42:35.150-05:00Oh gosh. Hi. Sorry.-My life consists of class, work, and homework. It's a vicious cycle. Yesterday the longest face-to-face conversation I had was less than five minutes and that was pretty much a normal day. Though I haven't yet had a complete mental breakdown, I haven't exactly been handling it all that well either. I know what I need to do as far as rest and life are concerned, now it's just aKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1125378036362727552005-08-29T23:54:00.000-05:002005-08-30T00:00:36.366-05:00For my "Essentials of Evangelical Theology" class we have to make a spiritual diagram, plotting points representing highs and lows in our spiritual life. This lesson showed me that I'm bi-polar and that my spiritual life looks like a freaking EKG.I showed it to my roommate. Her words: You're just an extreme person, Katherine.Yes. Yes I am.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1125322916810403902005-08-29T08:41:00.000-05:002005-08-29T08:41:56.816-05:00My apologies for the greatest fear blog. It wasn't that big of a deal. Just hurt at the time.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1125288875138431262005-08-28T23:12:00.000-05:002005-08-28T23:14:35.146-05:00One of my greatest fears in life came true tonight.I hate when that happens.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1124911263314223792005-08-24T14:04:00.000-05:002005-08-24T14:21:03.320-05:00Journal entry from 3-ish weeks ago:God, I don't want to go back. Sonic was supposed to be a mindless way to pay for car insurance not an overwhelming, unending burden. Oh God, I don't want to go back. But, God, it's not about me. If that's where you want me, that's where I'll go. It may require getting swallowed by a whale and spit up inside Sonic to get me there but I want your desire to beKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1124068955133076282005-08-14T20:19:00.000-05:002005-08-14T20:22:35.140-05:00Six weeks of camp is over. I'm mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically exhausted. I loved it but I'm too tired to write much right now. I'm glad to be back. More to come...Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1119243878974177392005-06-19T23:59:00.000-05:002005-06-20T00:04:38.996-05:00Despite the utter overwhelm of approaching the blank page after such avoidance, I'm back. I don't know how to catch you up, or even if I should. But here is the Cliff's notes version of what's been going on:--Pine Cove orientation was fantastic. It was fun to be in-the-know on...stuff. People are amazing. Ministry is amazing. Much like every other area of my life, I have been overwhelmed by my Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1116394053352905532005-05-18T00:27:00.000-05:002005-05-18T00:27:33.360-05:00Hello.ahhh summer. Something about summer makes me want to put my computer in a corner and not even look at it. I don't understand. At school I check my blog and email 900 times a day but here at home, I avoid it. But I will try to update my blog occasionally. I'll try.Since the last blog:-school ended well. Grades were fine, finals were easy, and people...well I know a few.-I came home andKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1114534825224421412005-04-26T11:57:00.000-05:002005-04-26T12:00:25.226-05:00I never did like to refer to it as a "race." That would have implied I was shooting for a specific time or trying beat a certain number of people. Through the twelve weeks of training I reigned in my competitive spirit and set a goal I felt I could achieve: to finish. My goal was just to run the 13.1 miles in OKCity on April 24th. Mission accomplished.I would consider myself an introvert. I am Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1114231171374771422005-04-22T23:36:00.000-05:002005-04-22T23:39:31.376-05:00As of 10:50 this evening official half-marathon training is complete. Tomorrow we drive to Oklahoma City, pick up our race packets, feast on carbohydrates and go to bed early. Then we arise before the sun and face the tendinitis, blisters, muscle cramps, and dehydration that make up the grueling 13.1 mile run. I am nervous but excited.In other news, my friend Becca has a blog about which I am Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1113596411439255042005-04-15T15:17:00.000-05:002005-04-15T15:20:11.440-05:00I'm so pleased with the decision to participate in the memory-of-me blog. I laughed ridiculously hard several times and would love to relive most of those with most of you. Memories are good things to have. Thanks for having them. But now to the actual point of this blog:I work at Sonic. The people with whom I work are...well, they're a challenge. I've heard some incredible stories about some Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1113325196456522232005-04-12T11:55:00.000-05:002005-04-12T11:59:56.456-05:00Part of me didn't want to do this because so many other people are doing it. But that's a dumb reason to not do something that you want to do. It's fun and I like reading and commenting on others, so...If you read this, you must leave a comment about a memory you have with/of me. Anything goes as long as it actually happened.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1113323102199309782005-04-12T11:22:00.000-05:002005-04-12T11:25:02.200-05:00Derek Webb was at my boyfriend's school one night, then mine the next. He made friends with the band and managed to get them to deliver me flowers. Amazing.I don't have a single paper due this week.My awesome parents bought me the new Anne Lamott book even though I was a brat.I got eight hours of sleep last night.God hasn't given up. He still continues to teach and love me.I got to go to Pine Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1112974925530787082005-04-11T02:12:00.000-05:002005-04-11T14:15:24.406-05:00I don't know where to start. I don't remember where I left off. I don't really have the energy to go figure it out. I don't want to take anymore tests, write anymore papers, define anymore words, eat anymore cafeteria food, make anymore cherry limeades, pay for anymore laundry, read anymore required reading, or be afraid. I want to see, appreciate, create beauty, drive with the windows down, readKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1112590339304513662005-04-04T12:04:00.000-05:002005-04-03T23:52:19.306-05:00I had a nervous breakdown tonight.I'm recovering fairly nicely. (Making lots of lists and such.)The next few days are somewhat daunting, though, because of decisions I had to make tonight."Oh the struggle against great odds to meet enemies undaunted."Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1112511548313850412005-04-03T12:58:00.000-05:002005-04-03T00:59:08.316-06:00I made it. Thursday I had two papers due. Friday I had a paper and a test. It was a rough couple of days. Today I rested...from schoolwork. I planned on blogging yesterday. I had allotted time for it. Then, with a cruel and ironic turn of events, my time-slot was stolen. So today it is. I kind of want to do one of those lists of one-line thoughts but I feel like that would be copping out. Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1112326007350105182005-03-31T21:25:00.000-06:002005-03-31T21:26:47.350-06:00If I make it through tomorrow I will blog.I miss you.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1110527664359792772005-03-11T01:52:00.000-06:002005-03-11T01:54:24.360-06:00There's a huge life lesson painted on a billboard and it's right in front of me but I just can't make out what it says. It looks so grey but it's black and white. I know it is. It has to be...I suppose I'm still too close to see it. I bet when I'm a bit further down the road it'll be more clear. But for now, for this night, the grey sucks.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1109958617998593242005-03-04T11:38:00.000-06:002005-03-04T14:36:08.983-06:00At Sonic, in order to keep track of the amount of money each car-hop is bringing in, we wear wrist bands that we scan for every order we take out. This way the computer is able to keep track of how much money we have on us. Yesterday I worked for six and a half hours. I had a fifteen minute break and probably did fountain for about fifteen minutes or so. That leaves six hours of car-hopping. I Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1109452100082343492005-02-26T15:04:00.000-06:002005-02-26T15:08:20.083-06:00Last night...Relapse tonight. Last semester's doubts and fears flooded my mind again. I felt extremely insignificant. Irrelevant. There was a list of things I wanted to do/buy/eat...all of which I knew were attempts at a quick-fix. None of them quite worked out like I'd hoped. My vanilla latte wasn't quite up to par. I tried to buy Eternal Sunshine. Target discontinued it, whatever that means, Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1109218436953725092005-02-23T22:13:00.000-06:002005-02-23T22:13:56.956-06:00I hate that I don't blog more. A.W. Tozer said that everybody is as holy as he wants to be. He may not be as holy as he wishes he were, but he is as holy as he wants to be. So basically, the effort I put forth is equal to the importance I put on it. Crap. And I think this goes for everything...not just holiness.Crap again.I wish my wishing would become wanting, and then the wanting would become Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1108577500848096922005-02-16T00:10:00.000-06:002005-02-16T12:11:40.850-06:00Today is my mom's birthday. Let's celebrate by:-writing a blog the way Brent does on people's birthdays. (This is your card, Mom.)-making and baking the best food ever in the history of mankind.-watching lame movies such as Anne of Green Gables and Gone with the Wind.-Being pretty much the most hospitable person ever.-Listening to country music loudly while making and baking the best food ever inKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1108492693471126002005-02-15T12:36:00.000-06:002005-02-15T12:38:13.473-06:00Today is my youth-pastor/mentor/ex-boss/and dear friend Brent's birthday. Let's celebrate by:-writing a blog in a similar format to the way he does on someone's birthday.-asking people questions they don't want to answer.-making magic sounds and then laughing until we cry.-watching lame tv shows such as the Newlyweds, Dawson's Creek, or the Simpsons.-observing everyone and everything around us.-Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1108491278064183332005-02-15T00:13:00.000-06:002005-02-15T12:14:38.066-06:00Two down. Two to go.I had/have four papers due this week.The one due tomorrow is for Philosophy and is the most stressful.Normally I don't let school stuff get to me too much. I maintain the "It's all gonna burn!" mind-set and manage relative levels of sanity. But, I'm not gonna lie, this time I'm pretty overwhelmed and panicky. Bird by bird...One inch picture frame...I'm sad that I haven't been Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1108084997238466902005-02-10T19:23:00.000-06:002005-02-10T19:26:25.620-06:00
That's the Eiffel Tower in the background, and I want to see it again...tonight.
Anyone want to join me?
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1107567131590417682005-02-04T19:31:00.000-06:002005-02-04T19:38:05.970-06:00Which Napolean Dynamite character are you?
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1107486268240008142005-02-03T20:56:00.000-06:002005-02-03T21:04:28.240-06:00When I think of the wisdom and scope of God's plan, I fall to my knees and pray to the Father, the Creator of everything in heaven and on earth. I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will give you mighty inner strength through his Holy Spirit. And I pray that Christ will be more and more at home in your hearts as you trust in him. May your roots go down deep into the soil of God'sKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1107228022207400422005-01-31T21:19:00.000-06:002005-01-31T21:20:22.206-06:00I spent my Friday evening conversing with some fellow tall girls. There were four of us, all over 5'10". We talked about the struggle of pant and bathing suit shopping. We talked about things people have said, followed by "just kidding," that actually were just hurtful and have stuck with us for years. We talked about how we want to be "petite desert flowers" but instead we're always the Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1106701412570702652005-01-25T19:09:00.000-06:002005-01-25T19:03:32.570-06:00Training update: I ran four miles last night...well...I ran three miles on the treadmill, then I got off, stretched, then ran another on the track. I think that still counts.
Pine Cove was here recruiting summer staff at JBU yesterday. I didn't even know any of the people here but I had a blast. Some people say it's a cult, and maybe they're right, but I'm alright with that. The people are Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1106435467735471142005-01-22T17:10:00.000-06:002005-01-22T17:11:07.736-06:00I have a new goal: run a half-marathon in April. 13.1 miles. 2-3 hours (hopefully). Twelve weeks of training.
I'm 9 miles into training...spread over three three-mile runs. I can't imagine running more.
I invite you all to come watch me run until I collapse on April 24th in Oklahoma City. The race starts at 6:30am.
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1105994217026558842005-01-17T21:17:00.000-06:002005-01-17T21:19:06.413-06:00I couldn't sleep. I couldn't turn my brain off. I was not a happy camper. When I informed God of this, I wasn't very polite. This is part of the dialogue from early Sunday morning:
(NOTE: These are not direct quotes. God did not speak to me audibly.)
I don't understand what the heck is going on. Make it stop. God, make it stop. It's 3:30 am and, after hours of trying to sleep, I still can't turnKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1105601132545106332005-01-13T01:24:00.000-06:002005-01-13T01:25:32.546-06:00A friend from Pine Cove just started blogging (link will inevitably follow) so I sent her my site and then went on to read some really old entries. Funny stuff has happened to me!!! I've never been so glad that I wrote about it! It's one-something in the morning and I've been laughing out loud remembering certain events and situations. You and I both know I've also had quite a few depressing Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1105490727695937492005-01-11T18:44:00.000-06:002005-01-11T18:45:27.696-06:00Read the most hilarious article today entitled, How to Become an Indie Snob in 5 Easy Steps. It's pretty short and well-worth the read. Enjoy!
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1105409835967491332005-01-10T20:16:00.000-06:002005-01-10T20:17:15.966-06:00It's been a while. I should have warned you I suppose, but I didn't really know. I checked my e-mail a couple of times, but other than that I spent my break avoiding the computer at all cost. I'm sure there's some psychological reason for the avoidance but I don't want to think about it.
A month in review:
-Chicago was amazing. My cousins apartment has an amazing view of the city. We went ice Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1102620736500861522004-12-09T13:27:00.000-06:002004-12-09T13:48:54.596-06:00Thanks for the various mob offers. It's kind of cool...kind of scary...that I could access violent Mafia men so easily. I worked it all out. I didn't cuss out the dean and, as far as I know, I am still a registered student of John Brown University. Now I must depart for Chicago. A full review when I return...
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1102453201466836632004-12-07T15:01:00.000-06:002004-12-07T15:00:01.466-06:00yeah yeah yeah...no blog for a while. I know.
I'm going to Chicago on Thursday. I get to see my friend Maggie, whom I haven't seen in a year and a half, and my cousin Steven who I haven't seen in...a while. I could not be more excited. On the itinerary: life conversations, eating, ice skating in Millennium Park, chopping down a Christmas tree, eating. This may not be the wisest time to go. I haveKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519745.post-1101014419954322672004-11-20T23:21:00.000-06:002004-11-20T23:20:19.953-06:00I planned on writing a new post tonight. I sat down, fingers poised over keys, with the intent of writing. I thought about writing about my weekend at OU which changed my life. Or I could write about coming home for Thanksgiving and why I love this holiday and all the tradition behind it. Or I could write about my recently planned trip to Chicago and the excitement of seeing old friends. Or I Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392864437967690225noreply@blogger.com0