<?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-6363259</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:06.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind blue eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>"The ramblings of a 23 yr. old irish, drunk chick from TJ filled to the brim with Viagra, Tequilla, and Red Bull... with more nonsense-ticle maylee then the sitcom CHIPS." -Matt

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109811539941330202</id><published>2004-10-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:06:00.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had my bridal shower this weekend... Holy Crap! I got hooked up! I opened presents for an hour and a half. If anyone visiting Southern California in the near future is desperate for a homemade pie or cookies or dinner... just call me. I also got to meet all of Billy's cousins. They are hilarious. One of them took a picture of her butt with our camera,I guess she wanted to leave me something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109811539941330202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109811539941330202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109811539941330202' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109751749921286262</id><published>2004-10-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:58:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had an adventure this weekend. I had my niece Elise this weekend, my sister-in-law and nephew moved my brother out to Tucson. He will be living there for 8-10 months for physical therapy. Its not your average PT, its accu-puncture, accu-pressure, mind over matter counseling and "light therapy"... its all really amazing when you see what it does. He is already able to use his left fingers. They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109751749921286262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109751749921286262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109751749921286262' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109700960419226328</id><published>2004-10-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T13:53:24.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the cool things about getting married is getting new stuff. I think the coolest thing we've gotten so far is Billy's new computer. Its nice, I'm just afraid that I won't ever see him after we're married. He got a DVD burner and 5 EA games so I think that my predictions are correct! I have never had anything so nice in my whole life! I never thought I'd have a flat screen monitor in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109700960419226328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109700960419226328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109700960419226328' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109423689439328874</id><published>2004-09-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:41:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, no more gay wars on my blog anymore. Billy and Matt's sexual preference is no longer a topic of discussion on this page. I have to apologize, but for the next couple of months this blog will consist of nothing but wedding talk. I am turning into "Mild Bridezilla" I don't want to take Britney's title away.Our photographer, Nicole, and her husband are going to be on Fear Factor. Cool huhh! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109423689439328874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109423689439328874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109423689439328874' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-10930390357120711</id><published>2004-08-20T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T14:57:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So we are getting married December 18!  YEAH!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/10930390357120711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/10930390357120711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10930390357120711' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109258454704024405</id><published>2004-08-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T08:42:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever think to yourself "What did I do to deserve this?"  In my case its "what did I do to deserve this person?"  I am going to marry my best friend, the one true love of my life and the best thing that could have ever happened to me! No date yet, but I will keep you posted.  And Billy if you read this... I LOVE YOU!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109258454704024405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109258454704024405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109258454704024405' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109242028425587195</id><published>2004-08-13T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:04:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is wonderful!  I am all about the E's now.  I am Employed, I went through the temple last night so now I'm Endowed and on Monday I start school again, so I'll be Educated!  My mom is going through tonight and I'm going to be there.    Yeah, I am so glad to finally have something to write about! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109242028425587195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109242028425587195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242028425587195' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109150729109220249</id><published>2004-08-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:28:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109150729109220249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109150729109220249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150729109220249' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-109025810533350426</id><published>2004-07-19T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T10:28:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh, I am so tired!  I am staying at my brother's house for a few days.  He and his wife are in St. Louis until Wednesday. They have by far the coolest kids in the world!  Mitch and Elise are the best!  He's 15 and she's 10 and they are crazy!  We have a good time.  They enjoy scaring the crap out of me!  I am a very jumpy person, making myself a VERY easy target!  Well, last night while I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109025810533350426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/109025810533350426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109025810533350426' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108930655681034332</id><published>2004-07-08T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T10:09:16.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I had my second interview today (with the same company... I hope I get it.  I am not too sure though, the interview went well, but I hate getting too hopeful!Billy is in New York, he and Cheryl are going to see Phantom tonight... I am so jealous!  They had a 7 hour delay in Dallas yesterday.  Not fun!  Anyway, I just got a call about another job, I am going to go and interview with them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108930655681034332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108930655681034332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930655681034332' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108838198467886044</id><published>2004-06-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:19:44.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have a job and I'm moving home.......  How exciting is that?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108838198467886044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108838198467886044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108838198467886044' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108777718586647695</id><published>2004-06-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T17:19:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well life is good.-I'm done with my job- I'm moving home (ughhhh)  -Job hunting (yuck)but you know what, its ok.  My family is cool, I just haven't lived at home for awhile, so this should be VERY entertaining!  Job hunting sucks, but atleast I won't work at JNS anymore.... YEAH!In my temple prep class today the teacher (Andy something) was talking about covenants and ordinances.  It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108777718586647695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108777718586647695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108777718586647695' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108569765290606048</id><published>2004-05-27T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:40:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this will probably be my last post as a 23 year old drunk irish chick from TJ  blah blah blah... whatever Matt said.  My birthday is on Saturday, yahoo!  The big 24.  Wow!  I'm getting old!  I got to ride the new ride at CA Adventure the Tower of Terror... it was awesome, everyone was screaming for their mamas let me tell you!  It was such a fun day, I got to go with the WHOLE McIntosh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108569765290606048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108569765290606048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108569765290606048' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108448411702977760</id><published>2004-05-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T14:35:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's what new and exciting in my life1-  Billy....  alot could be said here, but people who read this know the both of us, so I'm not going to ramble.2-  the wedding from hell is this weekend3-  going to see Urine Town after the wedding, psyched about that4-  my moms graduation was on Sunday, she got honors in her masters program5-  she also won Wal-Mart Teacher of the Year!6-  my dad is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108448411702977760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108448411702977760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448411702977760' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108362717536605327</id><published>2004-05-03T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:37:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well life is great!  I haven't written in a long time, but life is good and the church is true.  Amen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108362717536605327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108362717536605327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362717536605327' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108091979143013394</id><published>2004-04-02T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T11:14:49.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has anyone ever hit a skunk before?  Because I swear I did last night.  I don't know if there is a "skunk season" or not, but on my way home last night a huge, hairy, black and white creature popped out infront of my car and I squashed it!  And now my car smells like skunk butt!  And what's ironic, is that Billy had just finished telling me that he hit two rabbits on his way home the night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108091979143013394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108091979143013394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091979143013394' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108058655905816072</id><published>2004-03-29T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T14:39:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had an experience where you say to yourself "Life can't get much better than this".... and then it does.  That was my weekend.  All of my dads sisters were in town yesterday, my dad is going back in for surgery and their cousin just found out he has about 3 months to live.   So we had an impromptu family reunion yesterday.  The most awkward moment was when I walked in from church </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108058655905816072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108058655905816072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058655905816072' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-108031520631879678</id><published>2004-03-26T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:36:24.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Richard Simmons got arrested for slapping some guy in the airport...  And not just some normal everyday guy, a 250 pound Ultimate Cage Fighting Harley Davidson salesman!  Oh my gosh....  I would have paid money and brought popcorn to watch that!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108031520631879678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/108031520631879678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031520631879678' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107997841377926442</id><published>2004-03-22T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:25:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well alot happened in the last couple of days, I could write forever, so I'm just going to bullet this.*I love Disneylands CA Adventure, cool stuff to do, free tortillas and fun rides*Disneyland is way too crowded on Thursday afternoon, but the fast pass was the best invention!*I was wasted at work on Friday*I am the clumsiest person on the planet*Saturday was the happiest day of my life! (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107997841377926442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107997841377926442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997841377926442' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107953706949533882</id><published>2004-03-17T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T07:27:47.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So its my holiday today.....  cool!  Too bad I am too tired to enjoy it!  MY friend is moving in this weekend so I was moving all my stuff around.  I was going to try and move my bed upstairs to the loft, but I figured that might be kind of hard by myself.   And I finally did something I didn't think I would ever be able to do, I sold my stupid fish tank!  Thank goodness!  I tried to make my mom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107953706949533882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107953706949533882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953706949533882' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107947717577584054</id><published>2004-03-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T14:50:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DISCLAIMER****THIS ENTRY IS GOING TO BE VERY LAMEA friend wanted to see a list of the concerts I've been to, here we go:Elton JohnElton John/ Billy JoelAerosmithACDCFUELMetallicaKornKid RockSystem of a DownPowerman 5000Duran DuranViolent FemmesBerlinEcho and the BunnymanFountains of WayneN'Sync  - I know I know what was I thinking?!?!SemisonicTracy ByrdCounting Crows (x2)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107947717577584054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107947717577584054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947717577584054' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107939733902187196</id><published>2004-03-15T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T16:38:54.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is still grand!  I had a good weekend, it was really low key, but fun.  I saw the Secret Window on Saturday.  It is movies like that that make me appreciate the film studies class I took.  Johnny Depp is an incredible actor, and this is most definitely one his best roles!  He is hilarious!  The funniest thing that happened though was as we were walking out Kevin, Livy and Jared acted out one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107939733902187196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107939733902187196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939733902187196' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107904891471999874</id><published>2004-03-11T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T15:53:16.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIFE IS GRAND!!!!!!!!!!  What a great day!  I don't feel like a dummy when I smile now, I look my age!  YEAH!!!  After I got them off, I stopped by Starbucks to pick up a malt for my mom and myself and I went to surprise her at work.  Well I forgot to check and make sure that my drink was not caffeinated, and to my surprise, it was.... holy crap I have been bouncing off the walls!  But anyway, my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107904891471999874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107904891471999874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107904891471999874' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107895044018518026</id><published>2004-03-10T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T12:31:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SUN 'LL COME OUT TOMORROW!!!  BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR THERE'LL BE SUN..... TOMORROW!!My braces are coming off!  I am so excited, no more of this junk!  Then I can make out with whoever I want, just kidding!  The last boy to kiss me was Copper!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107895044018518026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107895044018518026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107895044018518026' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-10788813816380954</id><published>2004-03-09T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:25:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People, people, people I am fine.  I really appreciate everyone's encouragement, but I am fine.  Unlike most drama queens, I say what I want and then I move on.  And don't think about it anymore.  So I will comment on this one more time and then lets all forget it.This is my final thought on whats gone on:- plagiarism is wrong... Billy said he was sorry, its been removed.. problem solved- at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/10788813816380954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/10788813816380954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10788813816380954' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107876932663090343</id><published>2004-03-08T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T11:46:02.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is good, yes indeed, very good!The coolest part about working in a doctors office is the free stuff!  Drug reps are always bringing us pens,breakfast,  hot chocolate mugs for me, coffee mugs for the Dr. Etc....  Well there is an anticonvulsant rectal gel!  Yes, you heard me correctly!  I don't know about you, but if someone put something like that up there I would stop having a seizure for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107876932663090343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107876932663090343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876932663090343' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107850018575025452</id><published>2004-03-05T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T07:35:34.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all of those who want to view this blog, enjoy yourselves.  I am perfectly willing to defend meself, but not over something lame.  I'm done with all of this.  I wanted to vent, and I did.  My life will go on knowing another person out there hates me.   So if you really want to know whats going on in my boring life, keep reading.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107850018575025452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107850018575025452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850018575025452' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107841440359595850</id><published>2004-03-04T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:26:38.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Occasionally at work when I am here by myself I play around on the internet, so I've been reviewing my blog, and it looks like someone from the little "Lurker Cult" found my page. Let me tell all you little cult members a few things about me:1.  I usually don't review my blog, so if you've got some crappy comment to make, post in on my current   entry.  And if I feel like responding, I will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107841440359595850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107841440359595850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841440359595850' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107832789179843623</id><published>2004-03-03T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T07:58:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The countdown is on:2 days until Starsky and Hutch2 days until they mail my tax return3 days until we go to the LA temple8 days until the porcelain and metal comes off my grillOh and something painful but funny that happened.  Lastnight I went on a jog and I use one of those runningmans' not a walkman.  It straps to your arm and has little headphones.  Well I had used it this weekend when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107832789179843623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107832789179843623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832789179843623' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107801449137943494</id><published>2004-02-28T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T18:44:12.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have two topics for discussion today:1-  What guys really think about girls2-  Why people do jacked up thingsMy thoughts on the first topic.  Guys  want the "perfect girl"  they have it all pictured in their mind, and its all physical.  Jen and I talked about this all morning.  We have this one friend who openly admits to only dating girls he is physically attracted to. We have had many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107801449137943494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107801449137943494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801449137943494' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107780961451303638</id><published>2004-02-26T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:44:09.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark this one in the history books: I TOUCHED A BANANA!!!!!!!  Dr. Jordan left half of a banana on the breakroom table, so I picked it up with a fork and threw it away!  Ha!  And what is up with this weather.  It rained like a mother last night.  I stopped by my brothers shop at 11:30 last night and I was drenched  just running from my car to the front door and back, it was about 10 feet.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107780961451303638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107780961451303638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780961451303638' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107749729165213265</id><published>2004-02-22T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T11:52:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aside from getting sick as a dog, I have had the greatest weekend!  My mom just gave me some of that thera-flu crap, I think I'd rather be sick than gag more of that junk down.    I have a feeling she is trying to put me in a drug induced coma, because after that she had me take 2 day quil and 3 advil, alteast I am not feeling anymore pain. I will be the first to admit that I am easily amused </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107749729165213265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107749729165213265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107749729165213265' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107722490487536426</id><published>2004-02-19T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:38:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the ol' braces were supposed to be coming off today.  Like always...... denied!  Karen (the assistant) knew I was sad, so she had my teeth cut and added some more crazy contraptions all over.  And in three weeks they are coming off!  FOR SURE!!  I even made the appointment for the retainer fitting.  Oh, the funniest thing that has happened this week was in that office.  My best friend Valerie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107722490487536426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107722490487536426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107722490487536426' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107695235819046416</id><published>2004-02-16T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T10:39:51.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yeah, I got my hand slapped yesterday for not going to Relief society.  They told me that their records showed that I had not been there in 3 months, but if they had really checked their records they would know that I have not been since August......  So I went.... I hated every second of it! Our 19 year old teacher could not stop playing with her hair the entire lesson and you could not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107695235819046416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107695235819046416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695235819046416' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107679910295588769</id><published>2004-02-14T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T15:00:01.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so a friend and I watched intolerable Cruelty last night, good flick, but at the end he said "Boy Howdy, that's a great movie"   What is that?  Boy Howdy.......  Whatever....Valentines Day, I hate Valentines Day, Randy ruined it for me.   I think it is the most pathetic excuse to take someone out on date or send them flowers.  I can't wait for this day to be over.Ok, like always I spoke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107679910295588769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107679910295588769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679910295588769' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107669887826068316</id><published>2004-02-13T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:42:01.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would love it if people would be excited for me.  Everyone is giving my crap about Gunner.....  I am happy I got him, I love him.  Thats all I have to say about that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107669887826068316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107669887826068316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669887826068316' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107659920617648898</id><published>2004-02-12T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T07:23:45.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in love with a new man!  He's a 8 month old lab/rott mix.  On Tuesday one of my neighbors said that there had been 3 more car thefts and someone's garage was broken into, so they wanted to warn me.  OK_ that's nice, I live by the theory that ignorance is bliss.....  Well not really , but I don't want to know that.  SO I went and picked my dog out yesterday.  He's not very big, but he is oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107659920617648898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107659920617648898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659920617648898' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107655378528933206</id><published>2004-02-11T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T18:45:35.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> letter to the Democratic National Committee  Dear DNC:Thank you for giving the opportunity to speak my mind.I lost my job this past year. When Clinton was president, I worked in a prosperous enterprise. But in the last year, we had to close our operations. We simply could not compete with foreign labor. This foreign labor worked for low pay under very bad conditions. They worked very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107655378528933206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107655378528933206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655378528933206' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107651427866560184</id><published>2004-02-11T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T07:47:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, if my family wants me in a grave before my 24th birthday, THEY ARE DOING A GREAT JOB!  If they keep up the rate they are going at right now, I'll be dead by Saturday!  Although, it would be a good excuse to pass on valentines day!  (I don't hate it because I'm single, I've always hated it, it is such a lame excuse for a holiday!  February 12 is a much more important day!)MY mom can't handle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107651427866560184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107651427866560184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651427866560184' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107636078772781917</id><published>2004-02-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T13:09:17.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(insert sarcasm here) Ha ha, Billy is so funny!(end)  Yes, I am freaked out by bananas, WHO CARES!!!!  I know its not normal. but who said I was!?!  They are gross, they smell bad.... Oh my gosh do they smell bad.  But I am not the only one who feels this way about them, my old roommate Lisa felt almost the same way, I am a bit more O.C. about it.  But who cares.  Just remember, I may hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107636078772781917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107636078772781917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636078772781917' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107619403715584830</id><published>2004-02-07T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T14:53:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY IN MY WHOLE LIFE, well actually that is a total lie, I have been this happy before, but anyway... I just got back from our wards little shooting activity!  It rocked!  Between 10 of us we shot over 500 rounds.  I had the best luck with the Bishops handgun, I blew up a toilet that was out there.  My shoulder feels like it got dislocated, but it was awesome!  My Bishop is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107619403715584830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107619403715584830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107619403715584830' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107614972073560234</id><published>2004-02-07T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T02:31:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so here I am it's 2:15 am- what in the hell am I doing up this late?  And I'm not tired.  I had a little gathering here at my bosses house tonight, it was just supposed to be me and Jen, but Jay and his cousin came over and they had some young followers who had to be home by 10.  THANK GOODNESS!  We had fun,  I did a little song and dance from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.  That was awesome,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107614972073560234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107614972073560234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614972073560234' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107610273186298325</id><published>2004-02-06T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T13:28:27.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm at work, and I have done anything but that today.  I'm kind of trying to break things off with this guy I met on LDS planet.  We've talked everynight this week, he's a great guy, super nice, EXTREMLEY GOOD LOOKING, holy cow he's dreamy, he says nice things, but I don't trust it.  I am so sick of this online thing.  I finally canceled my subscription, I don't want to be a part of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107610273186298325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107610273186298325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610273186298325' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107609211197071536</id><published>2004-02-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T10:30:55.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, today is not getting any better.  I am suffering from a serious case of PMS, my dad is not doing very good, we can't get him in to UCLA fast enough, his doctors at LLUMC are worried about him, Geoff is not doing so hot, yesterday was the one year anniversary that I took my cousin to the hospital because we thought he had the flu and he ended up spending 55 days on life support because he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107609211197071536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107609211197071536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609211197071536' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107608231709162347</id><published>2004-02-06T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T07:47:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was just reading Billy's blog....  it looks like some people in the Utah Valley need to get a life!  Find a new hobby, something!  These blog's are just for fun, and if you take them that seriously then that's your bad.  And you know what, the only reason that this person would post something like that on their webpage is because they don't have the balls to do it in person!  (I'm talking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107608231709162347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107608231709162347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608231709162347' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107599707534475405</id><published>2004-02-05T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T08:08:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My poor friend Valerie!  I just got off the phone with her, she is in hell right now!  Ed was in a bad car accident so she has been taking care of him.  And his mom came out to bring him her extra car.  So she spent the night out there last night.  She drives V-dawg crazy so I went out there to keep her sane.  I had never met "the beast" as v calles her.  Let me tell you this woman in bizarre!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107599707534475405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107599707534475405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599707534475405' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107593867612058171</id><published>2004-02-04T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T15:53:37.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life... its fine, pretty dull compared to the way I used to be, pretty dull compared to others, but you know what I like it.  I'm almost 24, I live on my own, love my job but the best thing about my life is my family!  They are so fun!  And I got out with them alot.  Last night my mom and I went to Barnes and Noble.  Ok, that is a great place to buy books, she wanted one called the Right Man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107593867612058171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107593867612058171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593867612058171' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107582683320979896</id><published>2004-02-03T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T08:49:31.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well that was the best superbowl ever!  I love football, but it always seems like one team out plays the other, its never evenly matched up, well this year was awesome.  Last year's was still my favorite because my team killed the Raiders!I was totally into the half time show, Kid Rock is my baby, rocked the house and that whole Janet /Justin thing... well lets just say my eyes were as big as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107582683320979896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107582683320979896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582683320979896' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107558406131627464</id><published>2004-01-31T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T13:23:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I figured I had better apologize about yesterdays comment.  I was mad at the world and offended a friend of mine.  And that makes me feel bad.  So for that I am sorry.  Not all guys suck, I know that I hate it when my guy friends rag on girls because its an unfair assumption.  So Billy I hope were still friends.  I tried calling you this morning and that was what I wanted to tell you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107558406131627464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107558406131627464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107558406131627464' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107558402033618404</id><published>2004-01-31T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T13:22:35.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I figured I had better apologize about yesterdays comment.  I was mad at the world and offended a friend of mine.  And that makes me feel bad.  So for that I am sorry.  Not all guys suck, I know that I hate it when my guy friends rag on girls because its an unfair assumption.  So Billy I hope were still friends.  I tried calling you this morning and that was what I wanted to tell you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107558402033618404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107558402033618404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107558402033618404' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107549683658797770</id><published>2004-01-30T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T13:09:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am pissed off at my friend Tim, if you read my next message know that it is about him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107549683658797770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107549683658797770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549683658797770' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107547804727063847</id><published>2004-01-30T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T07:56:20.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guys suck, whether they are your friend or not.  They just suck.  I only have one guy friend that I trust,  I have known him for a long time and love him to death.  He and Valerie are the only friendships that I put 100% of myself into.  But I have the feeling that I am about to get screwed over by him now too.  Trust is a huge thing for me.  I don't trust anybody and the bad part is, I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107547804727063847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107547804727063847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547804727063847' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107540198915846491</id><published>2004-01-29T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:48:40.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am very lame, yes I know.  I think its a good thing I don't have comments on my webpage!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107540198915846491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107540198915846491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540198915846491' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107540189983464594</id><published>2004-01-29T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:47:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate being by myself in the office.  I am so bored and in such a good mood.  I hate wasting it!  So here I am writing again!  I was trying to figure why I am so happy, and I finally got it!  They played sweet child of mine on the radio this morning.  I don't know what it is about that song, but I have loved it my whole life!  It is my goal in life to table dance to it in public one day.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107540189983464594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107540189983464594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540189983464594' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107539197098325552</id><published>2004-01-29T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T08:01:42.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a PIMP (prude irish mormon princess)!  I didn't believe it before, but yesterday I figured it out, I am indeed a pimp.  My car crapped out on me a couple of days ago, so I went and bought 90.00 worth of parts and took it to my "guy" and when I went to pick it up.  Not only had he put the parts on that I paid for but he had tuned it up, rotated the tires gave me an oil change and some other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107539197098325552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107539197098325552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539197098325552' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107532837890491880</id><published>2004-01-28T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:22:33.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read this, who ever wrote this is a genius.  I felt this way from the begining:Jen has even less of a career ahead of her. True, there are still teenyboppers out there who are seduced by her meager attempts at pop music and will mindlessly shell out bucks for her next CD, but let’s be frank. This woman is an “American Idol” judge in training. Her acting career is kaput, despite her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107532837890491880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107532837890491880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532837890491880' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107531554421028756</id><published>2004-01-28T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:54:40.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The church is still true, but I am hating life right now.  I have no car, my neighbors are IDIOTS! and my face hurts so bad it feels like  everything from my nose down is going to break off.  The lessons I've learned in the last 24 hours:1.  Don't ever rush your orthodontist, you will pay for it!2.  My sister snores so loud and has smokers cough continuously from 1am until 5am3.  My neighbors</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107531554421028756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107531554421028756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531554421028756' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107522971446167876</id><published>2004-01-27T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T10:57:23.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The church is true!  I get my braces off in three weeks!  O-F-F, off get them off!  I love Dr. Bruce!  I begged him to do whatever he needed to do to get them off now.  So he cut my bottom teeth, put some more crazy things in my mouth, and I'm done!And if you read this, Billy I am mad at you!  I have not been able to stop watching C.Y.E, and I hate laughing that hard by myself!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107522971446167876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107522971446167876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522971446167876' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107515734149756810</id><published>2004-01-26T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T14:51:09.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I know I shouldn't write on this so much, but you know what its my webpage and if you don't have to read this is you don't want to.  Today has been very bizarre! I woke up at 3am  I cleaned my condo, watched 5 episodes of curb your enthusiasm and the best of Chris Farley.  Then I got to work and my boss is doing a press conference because they captured the guy who murdered his wife.  Then I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107515734149756810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107515734149756810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515734149756810' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107514223234916720</id><published>2004-01-26T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:39:20.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, my last entry was cut and pasted!  I do not write that much.  Geesh!  I'll keep this short.1- my weekend rocked2- met a cool new girl in the ward, we hung out at the dance on fri.  she's my twin sister from another mister.  We had a lot in common.  We agree on the fact that female artist should not cover songs, it's a disgrace.  Kid Rock should be the only artist to reproduce songs.3- I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107514223234916720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107514223234916720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514223234916720' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107489644518028000</id><published>2004-01-23T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T14:22:49.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sister just sent this to me, it's good advice. I know I need to get a life, no more blogging today, promise.This is truly awesome! Good advise for 2004!Let it go for 2004...by T. D. JakesThere are people who can walk away from you. And hearme when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: letthem walk.I don't want you to try to talk another person intostaying with you, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107489644518028000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107489644518028000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489644518028000' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107488819586254990</id><published>2004-01-23T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T12:05:20.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah blah blah.....That is my life.  People are always telling me what I am doing wrong.  Like last night for dinner.  I am at Farmer Boys with my mom.  And she's telling me to be sure to drink vitamin d milk, keep my front door locked tight, get rid of my fishtank, empty my dishwasher, clean off the lint filter blah blah blah.  She raised me right!  I know how to do all of this!  She taught me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107488819586254990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107488819586254990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488819586254990' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107488243485255492</id><published>2004-01-23T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T10:29:18.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Maybe Gary Coleman losing in CA was Gods way of telling us to vote him in for President. "Best quote ever! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107488243485255492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107488243485255492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488243485255492' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107479907790992960</id><published>2004-01-22T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:21:59.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am going to double up on the blog today.  I just found out that I had a patient dream about me.... sexy huhh...  just kidding.  I was actually a total bitch to him in the dream.  I told him to get the hell out of our office because he wasn't sick.  How funny is that?     I have my fake personality here in the office, but in real life I try to be nice, but the truth be told that I am a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107479907790992960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107479907790992960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479907790992960' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107479118885366196</id><published>2004-01-22T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T09:08:31.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have many things going on in my life.  The main thing I am focusing on right now is setting up a "foundation" for my brother Geoff.  Ever since his accident he has has to completely re-do everything in his life.  He has to widen hallways, doorways his bathroom because his wheelchair won't fit through them.  Plus the program that he signed up for called project walk, that set him back $25,000.00</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107479118885366196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107479118885366196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479118885366196' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363259.post-107470611766217980</id><published>2004-01-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:30:38.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, if this works, I'm not going to touch it until Billy sets it up the right.  I will say this though.  I hate it when other people ruin your day.  When they act like bastards just to make themselves look or feel better.  I hate that.  Can you guess how my day is going?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107470611766217980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363259/posts/default/107470611766217980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasbeen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470611766217980' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03361745448702028488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
