tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715343564625797222023-11-16T06:50:12.707-06:00Just Another Stepping Stone"No moment from my God is a rock of burden, it's just a rock waiting to be broken apart into stepping stones."Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-60780423613019390402010-06-24T11:59:00.003-05:002010-06-24T12:04:50.297-05:00stream of conciousness...<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>the random thoughts that are bouncing around in my brain:</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i can't wait to be done studying for the boards. hopefully culminating in a PASS!</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i am anxious/nervous/excited/terrified about moving to Chicago, which is coming up fast</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i am excited i get to see Trace 3 weekends in a row before my move (this is unheard of for us!)</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i CANNOT WAIT for my new iPhone4 to get here. I ordered it 1 FREAKING DAY after the pre-sales started and won't get it until July 14 at the earliest. Stupid apple website wouldn't let me through on the first day!</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i am currently in the process of purging my whole life. this has already yielded 5 crammed trash bags of trash and 2 trunk loads of stuff to goodwill. we were going to have a garage sale, but its a lot of work, its hot, i hate giving my nice things to mexicans for 25cents and my dad is afraid we will get robbed. so i just donated it instead and feel GREAT about it! still have a lot of work to do though...</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i still don't have a job. I am unemployed. in order to keep my spirits up, i have commenced referring to this as the "FUNEMPLOYMENT" period of my life. sounds better, yeah?</em></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>the end.</em></span></p>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-55155923426240335132010-03-22T19:34:00.003-05:002010-03-22T19:38:47.541-05:00p90x<span style="color:#3366ff;">So, I mistakenly made the decision to do p90x because Trace had the dvd's and i needed something to do at home to kick my rear into gear to get ready for my trip to Hawaii in May. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I made it through approximately 19.2 minutes of the first 57 minute workout and collapsed on the floor. Those workout actors are doing exercises that I didn't even know were physically possible. Ands I'm a freaking PHYSICAL THERAPIST. Exercises are my specialty! </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Geeze louise. Now i'm incredibly discouraged and still fat/out of shape, which makes me even more upset. I simply don't have the time right now in my life to flit to the gym everyday, so WHAT TO DOOOOOOO???</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Maybe I should at least finish one whole workout before i decide to kill myself. Then I'll sleep well tonight. </span>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-2717210876493331352010-02-07T19:55:00.003-06:002010-02-07T20:00:35.710-06:00chiroQUACKtors....UGH!<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>this weekend, i was able to learn a lot more about the epic battle between physical therapists and chiropractors.<br /><br />basically, the extent of it is:<br /></em></span><ul><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>chiropractors are dangerous.</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>chiropractors aren't doctors (even if they say they are)</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>chiropractors aren't educated enough to know when techniques are safe/unsafe</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>chiropractic is based completely on unscientific "beliefs"</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>don't let a chiropractor touch your neck (even if they say it will help)</em></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>it's pretty shocking what they get away with. to learn more, go to www.neck911.com and be sure to ask your PRIMARY CARE PROVIDER (aka--- A MEDICAL DOCTOR) about the risks of going to a chiro. </em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-6542744753546835172010-01-25T16:09:00.003-06:002010-01-25T16:13:29.703-06:00once upon a time...<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Once upon a time there was a girl named Katie who created a blog and used to be very good at updating regularly.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Then, the real world happened and Katie was forced to pay attention to her school work, her clinical rotations, and her future.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>She spent 8 full weeks in a PT clinic, then had a 6 week vacation in which she worked at a jewelry store, spent time with her boyfriend, and went on an incredible ski vacation with her best friends to Utah.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Now the real world has started again and this poor girl has no choice but to do school work, study for her licensure exam and spend hours fretting about life and her future in general. Hopefully so she can get a good job in a cool place (:) ?!?!?!) and live happily ever after.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ski trip post to come soon!</em></span>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-37491089005733102182009-12-06T20:34:00.003-06:002009-12-06T20:41:23.716-06:00november was hard.<span style="color:#3366ff;">I apologize for my lack of presence around here, November was a hard month.<br /><br />In addition to working 55+ hours a week at my clinical site and James Avery, 2 of my grandparents passed away within 3 weeks of each other.<br /><br />I lost my paternal great-grandmother (Grandma VoVo) the first week of the month...4 days after her 102nd birthday.<br /><br />Then last week, my maternal grandfather (Papa) lost his lengthy battle with Parkinson's.<br /><br />Needless to say, it was a month full of little sleep, lots of kids, silver jewelry, and funerals. Also needless to say, I am ready for December to kick start my severely lacking Christmas cheer.<br /><br />But on the bright side of things, there is only 2 school days left until a glorious 5 week vacation, 12 days until Trace comes home and only 1 month until SKI TRIP 2010!!!</span>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-19581694442385251402009-10-14T22:43:00.002-05:002009-10-14T22:46:46.258-05:00i am second.<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>This is one of the most amazing things I've seen recently. Please take the short time to watch...it holds a great message for all of us!<br /><br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDt3Iu-j51Q&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDt3Iu-j51Q&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">If you want to see a slightly different but still amazing version of this video with Sammy B and Texas QB Colt McCoy, head over to <a href="http://www.iamsecond.com/">http://www.iamsecond.com/</a>.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>PS- MARRY ME, SAMMY!!!!!</em></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-87114685915969726852009-10-10T21:09:00.002-05:002009-10-10T21:19:35.110-05:00i don't know about you...<em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I realize that I won't be gone for long....<br /><br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi503PUpDhG5o67WMygRX97sxyMe6YaIQWbVhyphenhyphenuKA9xBjrl-a28HDDyAmgdkw07HT6549TbL6PRerc4KKuKUvNzTUGvez_w18C7wV0X-zJYoDZIoI2k9ZPt3Xo1vfUeUqDf-ja2QJQwegs/s1600-h/0910092001-00.jpg"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391160580035693586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi503PUpDhG5o67WMygRX97sxyMe6YaIQWbVhyphenhyphenuKA9xBjrl-a28HDDyAmgdkw07HT6549TbL6PRerc4KKuKUvNzTUGvez_w18C7wV0X-zJYoDZIoI2k9ZPt3Xo1vfUeUqDf-ja2QJQwegs/s320/0910092001-00.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I really am not that far away...<br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMsQGK3Kg-5BQcDx41rfNMpEe5ZngyeDr2M9rNq1q_Ucok47TF8R5NfcNZQmReCkGaB5ycLlUEVAyOgggsjXiFlqzVdx71VYNy4JtD7GJJeBvhTGrxNEl1opaQGf7U1ZO2w3fIYyh0Gs/s1600-h/3.jpg"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391160569442924002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMsQGK3Kg-5BQcDx41rfNMpEe5ZngyeDr2M9rNq1q_Ucok47TF8R5NfcNZQmReCkGaB5ycLlUEVAyOgggsjXiFlqzVdx71VYNy4JtD7GJJeBvhTGrxNEl1opaQGf7U1ZO2w3fIYyh0Gs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I just saw them 4 days ago...<br /><br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKl8cTOYMDJ0EPEUoue8vjR7bWWtnM9aCIv3uAk1jZWBtu6ZIXSghKUpYkXlNsSKk1T-EynH262xprGwFt_bOpRmwkfl-6bQtook6FctX-FqA6NX4k5g8qBdAxATC0iF-3KVOl8baFE0/s1600-h/100_2869.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391160550086394482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKl8cTOYMDJ0EPEUoue8vjR7bWWtnM9aCIv3uAk1jZWBtu6ZIXSghKUpYkXlNsSKk1T-EynH262xprGwFt_bOpRmwkfl-6bQtook6FctX-FqA6NX4k5g8qBdAxATC0iF-3KVOl8baFE0/s320/100_2869.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But I really really REALLY....<br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhUqKvm-IO0280lrgyMB5WMnR0fiowZy0qBGZVwIO_tr95dsqbhCteEpHa3rGHTWVEVnk6xfwlLUoQv3aZKwJLL7zxhc6YGkekfC2KKdMMJFJoxN0SRTXMdaUKflO_gjj2XhRfRqC4_w/s1600-h/100_4967.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391160555934730146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhUqKvm-IO0280lrgyMB5WMnR0fiowZy0qBGZVwIO_tr95dsqbhCteEpHa3rGHTWVEVnk6xfwlLUoQv3aZKwJLL7zxhc6YGkekfC2KKdMMJFJoxN0SRTXMdaUKflO_gjj2XhRfRqC4_w/s320/100_4967.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ALREADY MISS MY FRIENDS!!!<br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ2iMw-9vPqlI34kLvkJoAuqXnPlxo560JjoH7upuNsbuCqWdWlLMYxnn4C3W6IDpLyjk3eSTcTWOZfNP6Fexd1TUfT7-3mvw-ZGI5XAA80vlD_8GM20pmg6vfgjNoq1Xx1E5iEO5t2s/s1600-h/100_2887.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391160537985197698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ2iMw-9vPqlI34kLvkJoAuqXnPlxo560JjoH7upuNsbuCqWdWlLMYxnn4C3W6IDpLyjk3eSTcTWOZfNP6Fexd1TUfT7-3mvw-ZGI5XAA80vlD_8GM20pmg6vfgjNoq1Xx1E5iEO5t2s/s320/100_2887.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /></span></em>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-31406513598706294562009-10-09T14:42:00.003-05:002009-10-09T15:01:44.308-05:00in which i complain about professors and politics.*<em><span style="color:#3366ff;">*WARNING** This blog post WILL contain a rant about Barack Obama and professors at my school. If this bothers you, go read something else, because I don't really care.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">So, a couple of things have really irked me today. And by irked I mean they <strong>might</strong> have made me say the F-word a few times. It's just been one of those weeks. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Firstly, I have been dealing with a really annoying situation involving a lot of money at school. I have made EVERY attempt to deal with it both professionally and responsibly, while maintaining a polite air. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Unfortunately, the very same teachers that PREACH constant professionalism to me are apparently UNWILLING to extend me the same courtesies. In my attempts to rectify this situation, the 3 different professors have DELIBERATELY and PURPOSEFULLY ignored my emails, phone calls and messages, AND attempts at a face to face meeting. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">How in the world can a group of PROFESSIONAL ADULTS handle a situation so POORLY. It's ridiculous and disgraceful, and honestly, I have lost all of my respect for all of them. I received a response email to one I sent Monday afternoon REQUESTING IMMEDIATE ACTION because I am leaving campus for 2 months for a clinical rotation. It was sent at 1:30pm, which sent me into a tizzy trying to get BACK to campus and deal with what I had to before 5pm. It's pissed me off and those teachers are pretty much dead to me. Thanks a lot for all your help and quick feedback! NOT!!! <strong>BITCHES.</strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Anywhoo, moving on... I'm sure you've all heard that President Obama has ridiculously been named the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize for......oh right, NOTHING.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I am completely ashamed that he would accept an award that is so OBVIOUSLY UNDESERVED and ridiculous. The committee chose him for this award Feb. 1, 2009, which was 11 FREAKING DAYS after he took office on Jan. 20, 2009. What could this moron have done in 11 days to deserve one of the (previously) most prestigious awards in the world. ABSO-FRICKING-LUTELY NOTHING.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Obviously I am very heated up about this, so I apologize.)</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Summing up my opinion nicely is FoxNews:</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And Michael Steele, chairman of the Republican Party, said Obama won the prize because of his "star power," rather than meaningful accomplishments. "The real question Americans are asking is, What has President Obama actually accomplished?" Steele said in a statement. Steele, who took over the reins of the GOP earlier this year, said he thought it was "<strong>unfortunate that the president's 'star power' has outshined tireless advocates who have made real achievements working towards peace and human rights</strong>." </span><u><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">He said he doesn't think Obama will be "receiving any awards from Americans for job creation, fiscal responsibility, or backing up rhetoric with concrete action."</span></strong></u></em><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></u></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">In his 1895 will, Alfred Nobel stipulated that the peace prize should go <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"to the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between the nations and the abolition or reduction of standing armies and the formation and spreading of peace congresses." </span></strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And if you think that Barack Obama (America's biggest mistake) is the person to fit that bill, then you are <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">FULL OF SHIT.</span></strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">[End of rampage.]</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-45492393768916445532009-09-24T17:05:00.002-05:002009-09-24T17:08:39.040-05:00it's beginning to feel a lot like...<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">A</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">U</span><span style="color:#993300;">T</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">U</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">M</span><span style="color:#993300;">N!</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"><em>And I couldn't be more thrilled!</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-13521357350610612262009-09-20T21:37:00.004-05:002009-09-20T21:44:22.747-05:00physical therapists versus terrorists.<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>This morning at church, my pastor began his sermon as normal. But he quickly digressed to a story about why his arm is in a sling...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>He recently tore ligaments in his shoulder and had surgery 10 days ago and began physical therapy treatments this week. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Anyways, he's standing at the pulpit in front of the entire congregation and says:</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>"You know, this week I figured out how to tell the difference between physical therapists and terrorists...<strong>you can ALWAYS negotiate with terrorists</strong>!"</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ba-dum-ching!</em></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-47800360634373368202009-09-13T17:50:00.003-05:002009-09-13T17:54:55.129-05:00epic fail<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Katie <strong>+</strong> </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>3 day weekend <strong>+</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>lots of fun with friends + </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>constantly rainy weather + </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Season 3 of the OC + </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>OU Football + </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>sheer laziness - </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>motivation = </em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>CASE REPORT EPIC FAIL</strong>.<br /></em></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-42343602430578067282009-09-09T13:43:00.006-05:002009-09-09T13:54:15.752-05:00Happy Beatles Day!<span style="color:#3366ff;">Since March, when it was first officially announced, I have been giddily anticipating 09-09-09 because of the release of this:<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UkQ7Bl4qoCNwp_t1-yibyk9ah7FWyQbAV66e6PRDS81jHwn_fvGbVwNNPO5PuDdkTKqSmGhf549qxjT8swqVa_rT2dGsZATMzSFRZxPjJFtdljG1SAYWzt0oWMt1OrxUbMUoUGCbDf4/s1600-h/beatles_rockband.gif"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379540730929442114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UkQ7Bl4qoCNwp_t1-yibyk9ah7FWyQbAV66e6PRDS81jHwn_fvGbVwNNPO5PuDdkTKqSmGhf549qxjT8swqVa_rT2dGsZATMzSFRZxPjJFtdljG1SAYWzt0oWMt1OrxUbMUoUGCbDf4/s320/beatles_rockband.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br />Apple is also releasing the entire Beatles catalog in a new, remastered and fantastic format. Paul McCartney said "It's like being in the studio with us when we recorded it!" Sign me up!<br /><br />It seems the whole world has gone Beatles crazy again! Radio stations are playing the remasters constantly! I'm in a Beatle-filled heaven! I love it!<br /><br /><br />So I'm spending this wonderful day filled with peace, love and the Beatles, by listening to the catalog while I do homework (and hope that one of my friends calls me and invites me over to play Beatles Rockband!) </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br />Here's to the greatest/most influential band of all time! Long live the Beatles!<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMTK4Ky_rzmPIezgt6JBSIcz_B6oBlYao33N0KdqkR51ablqHy_uV98nhyphenhyphenGCmDPXAmPeriVBqpJTB7S9Zxatdkv2aeerjaMkRBVsqLEVyQTbnGVBfSPY9lQJs-3_UqJfsMy0fEn8bYd5A/s1600-h/n599044307_198795_6340.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379540739154316466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMTK4Ky_rzmPIezgt6JBSIcz_B6oBlYao33N0KdqkR51ablqHy_uV98nhyphenhyphenGCmDPXAmPeriVBqpJTB7S9Zxatdkv2aeerjaMkRBVsqLEVyQTbnGVBfSPY9lQJs-3_UqJfsMy0fEn8bYd5A/s320/n599044307_198795_6340.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Q_geeHF1843gklPS-jfdzK92v2z9hQCmLZ2urTYguSFWwmIKT5ClIK4NQxrXTDHyG8f-Zl0Fm61XfG4GMCAwDZKT5XE6xrPbjzm1K63n25qgdSzQQ0nI-yQZxJNZsvDl320P_xhdfAQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379540744884343874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Q_geeHF1843gklPS-jfdzK92v2z9hQCmLZ2urTYguSFWwmIKT5ClIK4NQxrXTDHyG8f-Zl0Fm61XfG4GMCAwDZKT5XE6xrPbjzm1K63n25qgdSzQQ0nI-yQZxJNZsvDl320P_xhdfAQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-79035177524181882372009-09-07T21:52:00.003-05:002009-09-07T22:21:34.025-05:00into the wild blue yonder.<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>This weekend, while visiting College Station, I let my loving boyfriend convince me to go </em></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>flying in a small 4 seater prop plane. Piloted by his best friend, who is a licensed pilot with <strong>1+</strong> years experience.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I would have been much less apprehensive had it not been for a few minor things:</em></span><br /><ol><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I had only met said pilot the previous day.</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Said pilot, while being unbelieveably nice (and jolly), is not only younger, but much funnier than me.</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>The plane was smaller than a Ford Focus. </em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>The plane's fuel sensors wouldn't read accurately and prior to take off, continually said that our right wing did not have any fuel.</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>The pilot "fixed" this gage issue by <strong>shaking and kicking</strong> the wing of the plane. He claimed this was the "Russian fix". He was indeed Russian.</em></span></li></ol><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ummmm....I'm about to die in a private plane crash. AND I don't have my driver's license or any other form of ID on me. They'll have to identify my charred remains by my dental records. AAAAAND oh my gosh, what pair of underwear am I wearing?!?!</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Well, needless to say, I didn't die and I didn't vomit (which was an achievement because it was so hot in that little plane). It was quite an experience. My job was to watch out for birds and other planes in the air.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Really all I did was say things like "Roger, pilot. We are go for manuever oh-niner-niner. 10-4." into the headset.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>That's enough to call me co-pilot, though (even from the backseat!)</em></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed3GVjMOfQUMGfio3XDPh389BWh0dgkP8EiSWRqlVUI8F6sJHyMv1F9cuI751Q-z3a-3yTCg8qLaGEgA6b22ZoG79AkD2lFtEHGRgSsEzb-WmfeTPxhg-FZlete_HKs8hWQ5IHHjeW1o/s1600-h/camera+pics+9-7-09+034.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378925165810583474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed3GVjMOfQUMGfio3XDPh389BWh0dgkP8EiSWRqlVUI8F6sJHyMv1F9cuI751Q-z3a-3yTCg8qLaGEgA6b22ZoG79AkD2lFtEHGRgSsEzb-WmfeTPxhg-FZlete_HKs8hWQ5IHHjeW1o/s200/camera+pics+9-7-09+034.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></a><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Our pilot, Anton, who kept singing Cher's "Do you believe?" over the headseats and Trace, the actual non-licensed, terribly afraid of heights co-pilot.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s9t3BGU-4WGv8_Zf3BnippvxMyJc4W_KKYlWQ9AkDvux2WZGqA2teh50bPBZN_A1tw-5vNrXhMuq_48va8njlfxgOdQeztzRC4i8mNWzwr5yUH9ov7LNiWsJZWRUle0dmPiaQkF0h3E/s1600-h/camera+pics+9-7-09+035.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378925179310436626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s9t3BGU-4WGv8_Zf3BnippvxMyJc4W_KKYlWQ9AkDvux2WZGqA2teh50bPBZN_A1tw-5vNrXhMuq_48va8njlfxgOdQeztzRC4i8mNWzwr5yUH9ov7LNiWsJZWRUle0dmPiaQkF0h3E/s200/camera+pics+9-7-09+035.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></a><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Me in the backseat pretending to be important, but actually taking pictures and trying not to be sick.</em></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWh2hWoOhyphenhyphenWx5-cTD93H_t6tIZE4EMTz6nnrJKRGITm0II9r1uuh4p6TSyRRQV3_8qApoeIrE_r81MIVt4KBixIESck4wbzvyiJ_giCqEdj_5vMnLYEMPVp9Inq0yhrzRr_-7IbUar6U/s1600-h/camera+pics+9-7-09+037.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378925186258948194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWh2hWoOhyphenhyphenWx5-cTD93H_t6tIZE4EMTz6nnrJKRGITm0II9r1uuh4p6TSyRRQV3_8qApoeIrE_r81MIVt4KBixIESck4wbzvyiJ_giCqEdj_5vMnLYEMPVp9Inq0yhrzRr_-7IbUar6U/s200/camera+pics+9-7-09+037.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></a><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>The campus of Texas A&M from 2,000 feet.</em></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-19209806975685720282009-08-30T21:42:00.003-05:002009-08-30T21:50:31.500-05:00Obsessive? Yes. Procrastinator? Obviously.<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Last week was my first week of school....and that definitely would be a bad thing, except for the fact that miraculously, my schedule only has me in class 3 days a week for about 10 hours total.<br /><br />Problem? This leaves me with OODLES of extra time in which I have nothing to do (who studies?)<br /><br />So, last week my little sister, Molly, presented me with a solution. <strong>Season 1 of The OC</strong>.<br /><br />I started watching, and in 2 episodes, I was OBSESSED. Basically, I'm in love with the character named Ryan...and probably only watch the show because he's so FIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEE. If you haven't seen it, you should.<br /><br />Anyways, I spent all day Thursday and Friday (and let's face it, Saturday too) watching 43 minute episodes one after another.<br /><br />23 episodes later... WHOOPS! I realize I have neglected to start writing my case report that's due at 10am on Monday.<br /><br />So here it is, 9:47pm on Sunday night. I am approximately 54% done with what I have to write for my case report....and all I can think about is what's going to happen on the next OC episode. Do I have time to watch one now? Surely I can squeeze in 1 episode before bed? Which one of my friends is gonna let me borrow Season 2?<br /><br />In conclusion... Katie+ The OC+ case report= verrrrrrrrrry bad things.<br /><br />The end.</em></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-13442444105851564612009-08-26T10:54:00.022-05:002009-08-26T11:56:25.760-05:00Summer 2009 Highlights...In Pictures!<em><span style="color:#3366ff;">From the beginning:</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Neuroscience and Spring 2009 kicked my cajones...but then my friends and I celebrated with a sleepover/birthday party...and a delicious cake my friend Chelsea made!<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpGKV3X4MWcyZhdPU9dusTxKPtSQpyz5VGPvpFRMn5Pl5TkhuOyCfmzH6v6vGsNhy7OZjtbNUv27XiqyJbipZQUgd7qUWqfyU2R4RsaMkYiBQeL7SNk8hxd2pDxzduyM6yDVmuM4dPOo/s1600-h/birthday"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374302245432620946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpGKV3X4MWcyZhdPU9dusTxKPtSQpyz5VGPvpFRMn5Pl5TkhuOyCfmzH6v6vGsNhy7OZjtbNUv27XiqyJbipZQUgd7qUWqfyU2R4RsaMkYiBQeL7SNk8hxd2pDxzduyM6yDVmuM4dPOo/s200/birthday" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /></span></em><br /><em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I went to Florida for my week off from school with my family...it was cold and windy!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXwpfTVG-892iY7F4v1YnLc96CM6rQfWAL8FFZj8mFuOM0Llef_HECXqjFzckpIWL__d2G7PzdtC_WPc-72RGJ7IaIwhNiSwV76uTXI75iAG81tJKb2fvxrm80efRcIHVNnNf8wKTuMI/s1600-h/100_1457.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374309196165456530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXwpfTVG-892iY7F4v1YnLc96CM6rQfWAL8FFZj8mFuOM0Llef_HECXqjFzckpIWL__d2G7PzdtC_WPc-72RGJ7IaIwhNiSwV76uTXI75iAG81tJKb2fvxrm80efRcIHVNnNf8wKTuMI/s200/100_1457.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I moved from my cute, solo apartment into a single bedroom in my grandmother's house.<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCw6W9nfSlcycbtGniRgAk2xBban3X6Gkj_uT8Z7bedrw6jHAc-N31UQr1J7DI11nCoebdNoOCDUavPHjJQSu3k80BVk6sEwnEpA09kp2AR7gRx5F7sGxOaSnxXMk0wJU8seWltsjd-A/s1600-h/100_5702.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374310600218548258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCw6W9nfSlcycbtGniRgAk2xBban3X6Gkj_uT8Z7bedrw6jHAc-N31UQr1J7DI11nCoebdNoOCDUavPHjJQSu3k80BVk6sEwnEpA09kp2AR7gRx5F7sGxOaSnxXMk0wJU8seWltsjd-A/s200/100_5702.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></em><br /><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDhavxhq4cWP2xI5cSAxrOYluP2118MWTReWKImHqZGoToRhp575zBF6nOA_ckguzw0nivCj-6H6CZAaL3GAY9j_1lp-88Ri58dsSYZiHFMNcDgc9LM4t8RvLh8ktldpcn3zG2Q5R7dc/s1600-h/100_5923.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></a><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDhavxhq4cWP2xI5cSAxrOYluP2118MWTReWKImHqZGoToRhp575zBF6nOA_ckguzw0nivCj-6H6CZAaL3GAY9j_1lp-88Ri58dsSYZiHFMNcDgc9LM4t8RvLh8ktldpcn3zG2Q5R7dc/s1600-h/100_5923.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374303271643675890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDhavxhq4cWP2xI5cSAxrOYluP2118MWTReWKImHqZGoToRhp575zBF6nOA_ckguzw0nivCj-6H6CZAaL3GAY9j_1lp-88Ri58dsSYZiHFMNcDgc9LM4t8RvLh8ktldpcn3zG2Q5R7dc/s200/100_5923.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Instead of studying for my summer class, my friends/classmates and I played in E-Squared's pool everyday!<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxpIpttFp6zJQIOtttC0XeEWHpPu8LNf9j1T-i19j70TUSE22eUJuYaqm8PaPW_HUdX4x98bzqjsZ8HR1H4A3VHFfktTeLZFZD2rws8WLNSQApY3_WefZ2Y5Oe9DCd3jmyGM4lO20Pe4/s1600-h/100_5926.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374303570097503842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxpIpttFp6zJQIOtttC0XeEWHpPu8LNf9j1T-i19j70TUSE22eUJuYaqm8PaPW_HUdX4x98bzqjsZ8HR1H4A3VHFfktTeLZFZD2rws8WLNSQApY3_WefZ2Y5Oe9DCd3jmyGM4lO20Pe4/s200/100_5926.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I went to Dallas with my Dad and saw Eric Clapton in concert</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-l21DdnbNLBOvderEvpGpdGZLW-Tstoo-trZXvKaPEL_CVxxpybWWfZJER9SHZn-k9kTIHFvhZb8Wuj0lgbIif10GsvQw7trUUKPDCGgbYptlJdX_4XBAJcQlPiIPRZ4IEWwQIhaT5uI/s1600-h/P6230018.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374304168353550130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-l21DdnbNLBOvderEvpGpdGZLW-Tstoo-trZXvKaPEL_CVxxpybWWfZJER9SHZn-k9kTIHFvhZb8Wuj0lgbIif10GsvQw7trUUKPDCGgbYptlJdX_4XBAJcQlPiIPRZ4IEWwQIhaT5uI/s200/P6230018.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I laid by the pool most weekends with my little sis, Molly</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIstXnIHMLERT0IPVn-RS7Zu-1Oj_Ksm1TXoQ6C9B1B-GdmnlL2_zPboPhOndk6xz7x-u1BMWA7loO03QEBjeq7ntejIGA6nYMZ6T1T7HyZxTZ_hWv09eoA2EuAxRYubgsunORHYq-44/s1600-h/101_5954.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306720741796610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIstXnIHMLERT0IPVn-RS7Zu-1Oj_Ksm1TXoQ6C9B1B-GdmnlL2_zPboPhOndk6xz7x-u1BMWA7loO03QEBjeq7ntejIGA6nYMZ6T1T7HyZxTZ_hWv09eoA2EuAxRYubgsunORHYq-44/s200/101_5954.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Trace came home for the 4th of July and we went to Downtown Tulsa and saw a VERY DISAPPOINTING fireworks show!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25TAnqkuxoshZHlXJXAdVtOos59rdNQM1HynVQf7FeKo2LuN0b-yE-ALLc28EFqIxaIG0ejmSmTS8UTzJLdGcYl82Ia7UX3PNHN2sQeQMIhW0RFdt2xoiptPF_8fzhoAS98UQKUCDgnM/s1600-h/101_5968.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374304503027259410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25TAnqkuxoshZHlXJXAdVtOos59rdNQM1HynVQf7FeKo2LuN0b-yE-ALLc28EFqIxaIG0ejmSmTS8UTzJLdGcYl82Ia7UX3PNHN2sQeQMIhW0RFdt2xoiptPF_8fzhoAS98UQKUCDgnM/s200/101_5968.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I spent 7 weeks in a hospital working PT with old people and experienced waaaay too much poop. But thankfully, there are not pictures to document this.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Moving on, I went to NYC with my parents to see SIR PAUL McCARTNEY at Citi Field! It rained.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6cZdCed5o9ZAkAATjui0T6RPFDPO9b4XgxgLxe8FTnRGrITDeVMrWwoh7pN1aVSXXE9dawbHEuI_jSX3ZZcuwrimf_VEhmQQsbu-QnSqtHahy8ICqGwQf7jcHCFFqd0BxeU8TjEnAgM/s1600-h/NYC+2009+009.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374305006718027922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6cZdCed5o9ZAkAATjui0T6RPFDPO9b4XgxgLxe8FTnRGrITDeVMrWwoh7pN1aVSXXE9dawbHEuI_jSX3ZZcuwrimf_VEhmQQsbu-QnSqtHahy8ICqGwQf7jcHCFFqd0BxeU8TjEnAgM/s200/NYC+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Sir Paul played for me 33 glorious songs...about 2 1/2 solid hours</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IV7iXNpnyBdLLqC_ds9O3sbj9Md1LB5FNszwPWG2fBBYgphdxicTljaUax6Iwb9w4gkRJEr9Ib64sY74HydipQ6J67JsHZgU4YwLZC1G1Lm0LNElcrXGkBxN1n5LDNeioRHkqxuGbmw/s1600-h/PAUL+McCARTNEY+NYC+2009+040.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374308901640599106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IV7iXNpnyBdLLqC_ds9O3sbj9Md1LB5FNszwPWG2fBBYgphdxicTljaUax6Iwb9w4gkRJEr9Ib64sY74HydipQ6J67JsHZgU4YwLZC1G1Lm0LNElcrXGkBxN1n5LDNeioRHkqxuGbmw/s200/PAUL+McCARTNEY+NYC+2009+040.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">The next day I spent approximately 4.5 hours shopping on Fifth Avenue and lunching at the Plaza!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmn1GRZgBPo5PmX1-Pm29CL9M41mN3IauwC7BDIoLP_O4U48xGCjlZDq39-UMRPjYRg4V0JnpVO4-mvtsLo__NxOMUD1NhNn6Ez6JsBDqWUZLhxB9sChwi1wIJpc_T90o31ILgNEnq94/s1600-h/NYC+2009+022.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374305343389535810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmn1GRZgBPo5PmX1-Pm29CL9M41mN3IauwC7BDIoLP_O4U48xGCjlZDq39-UMRPjYRg4V0JnpVO4-mvtsLo__NxOMUD1NhNn6Ez6JsBDqWUZLhxB9sChwi1wIJpc_T90o31ILgNEnq94/s200/NYC+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmn1GRZgBPo5PmX1-Pm29CL9M41mN3IauwC7BDIoLP_O4U48xGCjlZDq39-UMRPjYRg4V0JnpVO4-mvtsLo__NxOMUD1NhNn6Ez6JsBDqWUZLhxB9sChwi1wIJpc_T90o31ILgNEnq94/s1600-h/NYC+2009+022.JPG"></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Trace and I celebrated our 1 Year anniversary together in Dallas on August 1st!<br /><br /></span></em><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhG8EiIXa1ow7KlxZ6TkZQIWEvoh86K9wWxeZdSklOo3mye47LN5eXVrCectlN_MgAzgx_MwepWGOsw6sWu8MML7hJ788CT2S-ZzjU5BhWTEcTta6ifVST3Q7fIkpwobmzIzx6gD0-wI/s1600-h/love.jpg"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306710865425362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhG8EiIXa1ow7KlxZ6TkZQIWEvoh86K9wWxeZdSklOo3mye47LN5eXVrCectlN_MgAzgx_MwepWGOsw6sWu8MML7hJ788CT2S-ZzjU5BhWTEcTta6ifVST3Q7fIkpwobmzIzx6gD0-wI/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></em><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">After I finished in the hospital, Trace came to Tulsa for a week and took me to Discoveryland to see OKLAHOMA!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvoCzEvM02DYw3XObukvb-S4VZHVctvrKYiL7NW2_yjkduxrxzkI-vbRQzEgP9KV1JpHRSKrAzbRVNBMkM8Au4x_mKt-iYACyFVJlzcL2s3dN6ZU9CgA0EihEEbtcPPjOTJyEOXpIg7XE/s1600-h/100_6090.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306727186437730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvoCzEvM02DYw3XObukvb-S4VZHVctvrKYiL7NW2_yjkduxrxzkI-vbRQzEgP9KV1JpHRSKrAzbRVNBMkM8Au4x_mKt-iYACyFVJlzcL2s3dN6ZU9CgA0EihEEbtcPPjOTJyEOXpIg7XE/s200/100_6090.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Sir Paul came all the way to Tulsa to SEE ME AGAIN!!! Trace and my parents went with me!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uTtDBwOkWzLto0J_u4l-zxU4jEz7RNudeY5IfRA2tZRVdh5rYxPQ7C3XUqDCTq1kHv_KOG2tcZ4H1ToBZgJswvlQ2FZdbN-GNCAQQ2rQLsk40UPPsI5j3YozkoeELZD3eUOpA4hvPng/s1600-h/paul2.jpg"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374307993234240050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uTtDBwOkWzLto0J_u4l-zxU4jEz7RNudeY5IfRA2tZRVdh5rYxPQ7C3XUqDCTq1kHv_KOG2tcZ4H1ToBZgJswvlQ2FZdbN-GNCAQQ2rQLsk40UPPsI5j3YozkoeELZD3eUOpA4hvPng/s200/paul2.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">At the concert I found my dream car...a yellow submarine!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfrYvnyTqGgB6I2clC2xF5mzVIBoRVMB7K-rHG2MSBqPQjHD79ABaBcUBEj6t-cCgtPsOYPeQcdxnuPivizSJl0h7c6-n8w8LQS06dRGP8mkpjZ5P8E7tHesQ3x-EHrEucngP44_Fx7o/s1600-h/100_6152.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374308004238677554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfrYvnyTqGgB6I2clC2xF5mzVIBoRVMB7K-rHG2MSBqPQjHD79ABaBcUBEj6t-cCgtPsOYPeQcdxnuPivizSJl0h7c6-n8w8LQS06dRGP8mkpjZ5P8E7tHesQ3x-EHrEucngP44_Fx7o/s200/100_6152.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Finally, Trace and I layed by the pool for the rest of the week!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvZ7fuKCtutwJ374yBXTbeCiCQKy9v_dy7DtJilv9NmiBosfpJhXHI86Z3LBEqzrGrkUUtAf-9J7Pi2LFVD2aTK1mmchLwnzs5e1Ef3_9iBaDC-G6Tno-Xe_LNz6VubpaC4r7Wzc13vA/s1600-h/100_6098.JPG"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306739081245906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvZ7fuKCtutwJ374yBXTbeCiCQKy9v_dy7DtJilv9NmiBosfpJhXHI86Z3LBEqzrGrkUUtAf-9J7Pi2LFVD2aTK1mmchLwnzs5e1Ef3_9iBaDC-G6Tno-Xe_LNz6VubpaC4r7Wzc13vA/s200/100_6098.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Now classes have started and I'm BOREDDDDDDDDDD. Goodbye summer 2009! It was good and busy!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-79739494239030482192009-08-03T22:33:00.003-05:002009-08-03T22:38:36.186-05:00Old Poopers?<span style="color:#3366ff;">I am sick and tired of the following:<br /></span><ul><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">old people</span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">poop</span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">old people that poop</span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">the diagnosis "generalized weakness"</span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">old people that show you their basketball sized scrotum 5 times in one treatment</span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">working 8-5</span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;">did I mention <strong>POOOOOOOOOOP??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!</strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#3366ff;">I guess it's safe to say I'm sick of old people and poop...and have <strong>officially </strong>decided that working as a physical therapist in an acute care/hospital setting is <strong>NOT FOR ME!!!</strong></span></p><p></p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-83692010772150957132009-07-14T18:47:00.002-05:002009-07-14T19:04:04.166-05:00Wastin' Time!<p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">**I'm bored. You're bored. Let's play!**</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Firsts Quiz</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">1. Who was your FIRST prom date? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Jeremy Knott</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Umm...nope. Not since the day we broke up (except for a few random texts throughout the years)</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>probably a drink of my mom's wine</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">4. What was your FIRST job? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Outback Steakhouse...hostess, Take-Away, server extrordinaire</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">5. What was your FIRST car?</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong> Borris the Taurus--my true love. A tan 1994 Ford Taurus!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>My mom!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>I don't remember consciously thinking of someone, but if I had to pick, I would think it would have been Trace.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>San Antonio, TX...where I met my first love, Shamu the Orca Whale.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">10. Who was your first best friend? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Hmm...this is tough. Probably Natalie Banker from kdgn.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">11. Where was your FIRST sleep over? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Probably Natalie's!</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>My grandma, Mimi....since she's my roommate and all.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>My cousin Cheri's. I was the "miniature bride"...because my cuter and younger sister stole the flower girl gig.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>got out of bed and wished I didn't have to go to the hospital!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>HANSON.</strong></span> </span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">16. FIRST tattoo? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Don't have one, I have a completely irrational fear of needles.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">17. FIRST piercing? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>My ears when I was 18, secondary to the above reasons.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">18. FIRST foreign country you've been to? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>I've only been to Vancouver, Canada for like an hour. I was actually visiting Seattle, WA.</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">19. FIRST movie you remember seeing? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>The Wizard of Oz</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">20. When was your FIRST detention? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Never got one, even though Mrs. Niemi tried to give me one in 12th grade for being "truent" on senior skip day!!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">21. What was the FIRST state you lived in? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A!!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">22. Who was your FIRST roommate? <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Erin M...potluck dorm roommate. Too bad she was a drunken whore and I moved out after 4 weeks!</strong></span> </span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">23. If you had one wish, what would it be? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>For my knee to never ever ever hurt again! and for Trace to freaking GRADUATE already!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">24. What is something you would learn if you had the</span> chance? </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Orthopedic surgery!</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Wanna join? :)</span></em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a> </p>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-18252124500620590062009-07-08T18:20:00.003-05:002009-07-08T18:43:20.494-05:00In Which I Complain...A Lot<em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Today has been a bad day. Let's start from the beginning.<br /></span></em><ul><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I come outside today to get in my car and head to the hospital and realize that my car has been broken into. The inside is completely ransacked...all the contents of my glovebox and center console are everywhere. After a few minutes of distraught searching...I realize that the only thing the damn thief took was my $200 GPS system. Which was all in the console. They couldn't have known it was in there. Anyways...I'm pissed and the cops literally laughed at me when I called. (I don't want them to try and <strong>find it.</strong> That would be dumb. I just want them to be <strong>aware</strong> of the fact that there is a burglar in my neighborhood.)</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Was supposed to see an echocardiogram this morning at the hospital, but the patient never showed and my friend and I were stuck making small talk to the echo-tech for almost 2 hours. We learned his entire life story before we were able to escape, not even joking. Man, Desert Storm sounded like a helluva time.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">My CI (clinical instructor) realized that we only had one patient for the afternoon, and told us that we'd have half a day! WHOO! Then she decided that she was going to go home and stick us with the other PT who is TERRIBLE. I mean, he doesn't even put gait belts on people!! That made for an incredibly long afternoon.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Then I found out that I get to observe a Total Knee Arthroplasty surgery on Monday. It's my day off. I have to be there at 7am. Suck. </span></em></li></ul><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(<strong>I just got interrupted by a police officer at my door asking about my break-in). </strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">But, all of the above is slightly rectified in the fact that I found out <strong>Sir Paul McCartney</strong> is coming to <strong>Tulsa, Oklahoma</strong> on August 17. </span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">That's right folks, I am trekking all the way to New York City in 2 weeks to see the ex-Beatle...and less than 2 weeks later, he's coming to my doorstep. Looks like I'm gonna see him twice!</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a><br /></span></em><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-83895129157801549182009-06-29T18:03:00.002-05:002009-06-29T18:14:45.909-05:00Not Me Monday!<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mycharmingkids.net"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352889375501195138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruVZSnELDBOVndefkM56lhlJVY1VIumBF7XPL0YHCSTDVu93c6sa5cfUz74DjZ0LIQahFDfHJeQG5bZDGJ0iT0VLNu6sBICqVLDf5Gz40zsxR4WAZ18fIAOtp1KFTygO1-jSyqoTc6bI/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">In the last few weeks:</span></em></div><ul><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I did NOT almost fail my summer class thanks to ONE stupid final and a dumb professor. Not me! I'm a straight A student and I never ever perform poorly on tests!</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I did NOT go out with a group of friends and get told by a guy who I thought was hitting on me that he was actually interested in my friend. It did NOT actually irritate me a little, even though I have the most wonderful man in the world.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I did NOT wish that I yelled at a guy at the same bar when he spilled his drink all over the back of my legs (and my white shorts).</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">On the first day of my clinical rotation today at a hospital, I did NOT reflexively sprint for the door when a sweet elederly patient grabbed the trash can and said he was going to vomit after my treatment.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I did NOT sit for an hour and eat lunch in the cafeteria by myself. I am <strong>super cool</strong> and always have friends to eat with.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I did NOT make plans to spend my lunch hour tomorrow napping in my car as opposed to sitting in the caf. NOPE!</span></em></li></ul><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">What have you "not" done recently? Head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama's blog</a> to read more funnies!</span></em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a></p>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-66734917134350537072009-06-23T12:12:00.006-05:002009-06-23T12:23:51.470-05:00The Dress.<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Once upon a time (aka 3 weeks ago) I ordered a dress from express.com to wear to a June 20th wedding. When it became painfully obvious that FedEx was trying to ruin my life and not deliver the dress in time...I had to take matters into my own hands.<br /><br /></em></span><div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>So I went to the store and bought the dress. Again. Now I have purchased this dress twice for just under $140. Stupid, right? </em></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Wrong! I'm just working the system people! I'm going to take the one that I get in the mail back and get to keep the one I wore for the bargain price of $50. Whoo!!!</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>at the wedding....</em></span></div></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvxYoUTzgwjMV1hg0lj3YWwaFdG7YkVSonzNu7wfD4K2ex_KO3ohhmLG_h9BgO-ouODe5AIZDX61tNf4JoLZPDMmUJcSrJPb1O3FCjcxoebR3q5T2AFEGI3_Gw_j4Pn4GNdaH998Olpw/s1600-h/101_1620.JPG"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573392554725842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvxYoUTzgwjMV1hg0lj3YWwaFdG7YkVSonzNu7wfD4K2ex_KO3ohhmLG_h9BgO-ouODe5AIZDX61tNf4JoLZPDMmUJcSrJPb1O3FCjcxoebR3q5T2AFEGI3_Gw_j4Pn4GNdaH998Olpw/s320/101_1620.JPG" border="0" /></em></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Needless to say, the hassle was completely worth it...cause the dress was amazing!!! And I have </em></span><a href="http://chelsea-mac.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Chelsea</em></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> to thank for talking me into buying it!!</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>PS- The ordered dress <strong>STILL </strong>hasn't come. Ridiculous.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></em></span></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-48598023462143381692009-06-16T18:10:00.009-05:002009-06-16T18:42:31.813-05:00Pool Fun<span style="color:#3366ff;">This is what happens when you put 10 girls in a pool during a break from PT school...</span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdNC-N3W5H4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdNC-N3W5H4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUl1V8m_hn3din0NvlorXn6c9gDbvLwAy52MSLWeA4FWH7GF81sQyKkjlBpY5AoEKs7kWIp1T_haj3U-pQxKOZW-9ItP0bssIIUOz32sHMjN7Vq6pLeUL86-SK9K8WwIawK85PUVxoHA/s1600-h/100_5926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348067264282054450" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEr79yqHULoXiBTHFaokJKFbEMjKbOg6nBA5OjKnI5hsn6iM2VSTWV5t8-R_NTd-MQxw_IOHTU4PmntBmVu7FVC3ASMJXFXk-menmu3Nn0nQtkkU8F29XWxLva6U5Tvm3kq5qPFrdELI/s200/100_5937.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBuE_dQQ7NqDBthK31pzTGZbo93x9OMehLzt8ek9vXuoPDSiJvJCfVpcZvpSngkhqCy0w6-tUhk7J1y4R21ZtySPKPmdFINhvXaGMHx1MaFQvG7d4RCsuL_MhvtRYdYK-xp_o2Yx42Aw/s1600-h/100_5929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348068250443703362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBuE_dQQ7NqDBthK31pzTGZbo93x9OMehLzt8ek9vXuoPDSiJvJCfVpcZvpSngkhqCy0w6-tUhk7J1y4R21ZtySPKPmdFINhvXaGMHx1MaFQvG7d4RCsuL_MhvtRYdYK-xp_o2Yx42Aw/s200/100_5929.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-62769615959653401642009-06-15T21:31:00.006-05:002009-06-15T21:36:25.805-05:0050 Things To Do Before I Die...<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>#7- See Paul McCartney live in concert before <strong>he </strong>dies.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>As of July 21, 2009----<strong>CHECK!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWS0SBgnvNfhXhHdp6qJypDHEfC8C8tbQalRKl31GzThRWPlGrJwl5oiIcnQP5b_Gr4IYRhkx1TzZleT9gRw7nUrItFaBjM_hYZy4MKPW24SCXb5-MvBlNUBXiFa0uioflqSbjCUuGikw/s1600-h/week-paulMcCartney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347747974238016194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWS0SBgnvNfhXhHdp6qJypDHEfC8C8tbQalRKl31GzThRWPlGrJwl5oiIcnQP5b_Gr4IYRhkx1TzZleT9gRw7nUrItFaBjM_hYZy4MKPW24SCXb5-MvBlNUBXiFa0uioflqSbjCUuGikw/s320/week-paulMcCartney.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'm so excited I could pee myself.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-47490737452230055722009-06-08T15:20:00.009-05:002009-06-08T15:36:32.236-05:00New Room and Pina Coladas<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><em>Finally got my new curtains hung and pillows placed (all courtesy of my incredibly talented mom and her 16+ hours on the sewing machine!) So....here's the pictures!! (I know you've all been waiting with baited breath!)</em></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYqIliq52MlzhGQadgqo1yGNR_sXJtREw-LIM7P8QWd3XzBp78NpmDtJvdqAgZOuavSd6zBYydvS0u_d1O6ZbgN-KLiJYbA9c7o7wCrkr8PYYI2tzrhGeEC7CK8Tqp7t3inui3uzHga64/s1600-h/100_5921.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345054804634259298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYqIliq52MlzhGQadgqo1yGNR_sXJtREw-LIM7P8QWd3XzBp78NpmDtJvdqAgZOuavSd6zBYydvS0u_d1O6ZbgN-KLiJYbA9c7o7wCrkr8PYYI2tzrhGeEC7CK8Tqp7t3inui3uzHga64/s200/100_5921.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7J7_19bX1RxGpN4GB8C9a5vI0O0B4aiHJer7QwAI2DsU36YlgkUV88yl1HXfJyf6EXCFy0eXipyW9s3T8HxqAPt0w0Q0kYZHymc1g1hNR_E86JrKM-ZZEFy2myVyUehMzme8x2-Jpc8/s1600-h/100_5923.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345055022910651970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7J7_19bX1RxGpN4GB8C9a5vI0O0B4aiHJer7QwAI2DsU36YlgkUV88yl1HXfJyf6EXCFy0eXipyW9s3T8HxqAPt0w0Q0kYZHymc1g1hNR_E86JrKM-ZZEFy2myVyUehMzme8x2-Jpc8/s200/100_5923.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbAkr7-9VPgq8pkZ1Ggat_r29NhB2o2dgBuICLDb3mHDYXtBPMJ-aPP6VDTENpc10BOU0xqQw-vIW2hU0NO3JF3u8w2DiO5kuu9hWiJKjYyhohFqy7EqAe-6_i2l5XgicIx8SKhdjISk/s1600-h/100_5924.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345055245689394546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbAkr7-9VPgq8pkZ1Ggat_r29NhB2o2dgBuICLDb3mHDYXtBPMJ-aPP6VDTENpc10BOU0xqQw-vIW2hU0NO3JF3u8w2DiO5kuu9hWiJKjYyhohFqy7EqAe-6_i2l5XgicIx8SKhdjISk/s200/100_5924.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEB744JUOAPlbjf6yAdtOgqTWzMKYinIPWXmN7kJUW3KGNLAPnkTTpWLl2DMJiWg_rbD_UWfWP_R-p6I7rCDzq7POKZqBKpb8R1OSw6UpZvT4lWdtlQnOlJLF9jalNyRK9UdtvNRKn1g/s1600-h/100_5891.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345055460764907154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEB744JUOAPlbjf6yAdtOgqTWzMKYinIPWXmN7kJUW3KGNLAPnkTTpWLl2DMJiWg_rbD_UWfWP_R-p6I7rCDzq7POKZqBKpb8R1OSw6UpZvT4lWdtlQnOlJLF9jalNyRK9UdtvNRKn1g/s200/100_5891.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBXoQ41a7w___rRt71uyiWvvQp7hEC0bG43QxDYvhwot2tRKa9Jxi14AcH_hIy3gOAw3hToW8anUQbFKpx9d-IZNSVHkY89-ZxfkjxLZsc3CKeznOKoE_V4iJXMqur82hyphenhyphenuzWgJfPUn4/s1600-h/100_5892.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345055636754911666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBXoQ41a7w___rRt71uyiWvvQp7hEC0bG43QxDYvhwot2tRKa9Jxi14AcH_hIy3gOAw3hToW8anUQbFKpx9d-IZNSVHkY89-ZxfkjxLZsc3CKeznOKoE_V4iJXMqur82hyphenhyphenuzWgJfPUn4/s200/100_5892.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">^^PT books in the closet!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">________________________________________________</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">On another note, the other day my group of PT friends were walking out of the building after a particularly grueling day of lecture and lab (5 hours worth). We emerged into a cloudless, sunny, perfect summer day....and we started lamenting the fact that we were stuck in class and not out by the pool. Someone mentioned that we needed to lay out by the pool and drink pina coladas...which prompted <strong>the entire group </strong>(no joke, there were at least 7 of us) spontaneously burst into a rousing rendition of "Escape". (Also known as "If you like pina coladas-bum bum bum- and gettin caught in the rain...")</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">It was straight out of a movie...7 girls singing cheesy kareoke randomly!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Then today, I'm only half listening to the TV and all of a sudden I hear...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">"If you like pina coladas...."</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I look up to notice that Taco Bell has taken the song and changed the words into this:</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bV2XphGofCE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bV2XphGofCE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br />My personal favorite? The falsetto "if you hate fillin' out your timesheets!"<br /><br /></span><br /></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-74737866768071027822009-06-03T16:37:00.004-05:002009-06-03T16:50:07.733-05:00Update on Life<ul><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I'm finally all moved in, but still struggling with feeling "normal" living here. I'm not particularly happy right now...but I'm sure it will get better. I'm immensely looking forward to a relaxing weekend in Tulsa with my family (minus studying for an electro midterm).</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>As soon as my mom finishes my curtains, I'm going to post pictures of my new room. I've got it decorated quite cute (if I do say so myself), but want to wait for the final touches to share!</em></span></li><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Suprisingly enough, I'm completely ready to start in the clinic. I can't wait to remember WHY I want to be a PT again.<br /></em></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Finally, a bit of news:</em></span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong><u>If </u></strong>I can manage to get tickets online, I will be attending THIS in July.</em></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343219788009385794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2kEyAXFDXt1Lcpw0Nhzp3g0EP96OlJa8bcunfu2HBCWvq1X_krZRSpe4fEZWUWp0s2SWPZUM6lmiQwhqQ1a8nBpgKVbybvs-u1mQ2VIzCQfijfjsifrejii6VLmbxOMDfRCJ7BrjsXY/s320/week-paulMcCartney.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Wish me luck--Paul's last US concert in April sold out online in a record-shattering <strong><u>7 seconds.</u></strong></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Dear God: Please give me the speedy fingers. And a fast internet connection. Amen.</strong> </em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><br /></em></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> </em></span></p>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771534356462579722.post-78407415649434584602009-05-31T17:33:00.002-05:002009-05-31T17:39:14.282-05:0025 Things You Never Wanted To Know About Katie!<em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Because I am dreadfully bored and trying HARD not to do homework, I though I'd post this fun "25 random things about Katie" survey <strong>for your reading pleasure!!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />1. I am a space nerd. I went to US Space Camp when I was 16 (I won a scholarship!) I also met some awesome people there that I still keep in contact with.<br /><br />2. Due to aforementioned space nerdiness, one of the highlights of my entire life was meeting and getting my picture taken with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, the first two men to walk on the moon.<br /><br />3. I still owe Jessica Abbey 1/2 a bag of Tart 'N Tinies from high school. Or was it middle school?<br /><br />4. I read the entire Twilight series twice last semester, and I'm seriously considering restarting them because I love them so much and I need my Edward Cullen fix.<br /><br />5. Carrots make my mouth itch.<br /><br />6. Everything bad thats happened to me or my family has happened in an odd-numbered year. Therefore, I am terrified of 2009.<br /><br />7. When we were little, Molly puked all over my VTech play computer on the way home from a ski trip. I've never forgotten it. That's also the trip when we began belting Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back To Me Now." We still do that.<br /><br />8. I got to go to Hanson's house in Tulsa in the 2nd grade. Isaac and Taylor came out and played with me, Molly, Leigh and Griffin on their tree house. Zac was sick, but it was ok because Taylor was my "boyfriend".<br /><br />9. For a while, Molly and I thought that we were going to start a music group. We wrote a song called "Never Again". Kelly Clarkson totally stole our idea. It even has the same tune.<br /><br />10. I don't have to make my bed every morning, but if I do, I HATE it when people sit on, jump on, or otherwise rumple the covers. It drives me absolutely crazy, therefore people aren't allowed on my bed once its made.<br /><br />11. The sound nail files make makes me want to cut my ears off. I won't let anyone file their nails within about 100 yards of me. I can still hear it no matter how quiet you say it is.<br /><br />12. With my upcoming wrist surgery, my surgery count will be at 7. I'll have almost caught up with Molly, who's at 9.<br /><br />13. I can quote every single episode of Friends.<br /><br />14. When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be Shamu's trainer. I still love that whale.<br /><br />15. Molly and I used to think that the sunlight on the bottom of our pool was diamonds. We would pretend we were mermaids and dive down to collect them.<br /><br />16. In my head, I categorize all my groups of friends. My PT friends are my "grown-up" friends, because I'm the youngest and they are doing things like getting married and buying their own health insurance.<br /><br />17. I have an unhealthy obsession with The Beatles. My life goal is to meet one of them. (And funny sidenote- I actually dreamed that I made cupcakes with Paul McCartney last night.)<br /><br />18. I'm terrified of actually graduating and getting a job as a physical therapist. I spend a lot of time in class wondering when I'll actually feel competent in what I'm supposed to know.<br /><br />19. I'm a member of a secret society made up of Outback Ex-Togo Girls. We don't accept new members and we're probably cooler than you. We still get together and have slumber parties every Christmas.<br /><br />20. I still dream about picking up my life and moving to Chicago. I'm completely in love with that town.<br /><br />21. Until I was about 8, I hated taking baths. I would go into the bathroom, run the water, but not get in. My mom finally caught on and started feeling my skin to see if it had been wet/washed. I realize this is gross. Thankfully, I'm a big fan of hygeine now.<br /><br />22. In the 8th grade, my friend Michelle convinced me that you had to lick the little sheets of white out to get it to work. I licked it and was really confused about why it wasn't working.<br /><br />23. At every major holiday, my family has crazy Skip-Bo tournaments. I won at Christmas. Mike Beckham still has not won.<br /><br />24. When I'm writing and concentrating really hard, I always lick my lips. I don't know why and I cannot help it!<br /><br />25. My boyfriend is the love of my life. I didn't really believe in soulmates until we got together.<br /><br /><strong>Now it's your turn!! And if you read all these, YOU WIN!!! CONGRATS!</strong></span></span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/118/2AB349DE5737F3BDFCD3E42D83EFB663.png" /></a>Katie Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03172698733717112980noreply@blogger.com2