<?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-5921824</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:25.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of God</title><subtitle type='html'>My ranting and raving.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921824.post-114782202154735314</id><published>2006-05-16T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:27:01.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boo!!!From Yahoo! News Kidman Uses the F-WordTuesday May 16 5:28 PM ETNicole Kidman may still have feelings for ex Tom Cruise, but that doesn't mean she's not ready for another go-round at the altar.In New York Saturday to host the 30th anniversary gala for UNIFEM, the United Nations Development Fund for Women, Kidman confirmed what's been the subject of tabloid speculation for months—that she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114782202154735314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114782202154735314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114782202154735314' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114749642417659741</id><published>2006-05-12T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:00:24.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you knew me in high school you will see the humor in this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114749642417659741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114749642417659741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114749642417659741' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114732614126310253</id><published>2006-05-11T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:42:21.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ixnay on the rushescay.....they are both gone.oh well, on to my next unsuspecting victim ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114732614126310253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114732614126310253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114732614126310253' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114729607296734290</id><published>2006-05-10T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:21:12.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have two crushs.lord help me ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114729607296734290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114729607296734290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729607296734290' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114703533776286462</id><published>2006-05-07T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:55:37.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah yea!Bon Jovi finds a country "Home," makes chart history By Phyllis StarkFri May 5, 10:09 PM ET Bon Jovi has reached No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 four times in its hit-studded career. But recently, it notched a first -- not just for the band, but for music history. The hit "Who Says You Can't Go Home" made Bon Jovi the first rock band to land atop Billboard's Hot Country Songs chart -- a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114703533776286462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114703533776286462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114703533776286462' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114658678746594507</id><published>2006-05-02T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:19:47.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And my ass was there....From CMT.comMcGraw and Hill Captivate Chicago FansBy:  Alison Bonaguro Monday, May 01, 2006CHICAGO -- They say the sign of a strong marriage is that you're just as good together as you are apart. If that's the case, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill are set for life.That's how it felt Sunday night (April 30), when their Soul2Soul II tour closed a three-night stay in Chicago. Their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114658678746594507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114658678746594507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114658678746594507' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114645401397234446</id><published>2006-04-30T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:26:53.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim McGraw rocked my socks!!!And heres a video that I find amusing. God Bless Vincent D'onofrio!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114645401397234446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114645401397234446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114645401397234446' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114538468341733180</id><published>2006-04-18T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:24:43.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can someone explain to me why people who put pictures of themselves on their blogs only take pics with their webcam? And why are the pics always of themselves with this "i am attempting to be sad and cute" pose? This problem floods myspace, xanga, and livejournal. People will have a photo album of themselves and all their pics are of themselves, taken with the webcam, with a pic of them pouting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114538468341733180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114538468341733180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114538468341733180' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114412652557908605</id><published>2006-04-03T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:55:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets see....Nothing really exciting going on in life. Only a couple of weeks left in the semester. Panic is scheduled to set in about next week.Some old rivals came into the O's last week. I laughed my ass off cause the one looks like shit! She was in carryout and I was in the dining room and I was laughing my ass off. Evil I know but damn I love karma.Speaking of which, this bitch was talking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114412652557908605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114412652557908605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114412652557908605' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114347949468446256</id><published>2006-03-27T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:11:34.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOPRANOS UPDATE!Taken from MSN.comwritten by:Gael Fashingbauer Cooper TONY Awake again: After another episode spent in a dream world, Tony Soprano found himself on the steps of a mansion. His dead cousin, Tony Blundetto (played again by the wonderful Steve Buscemi) urged him to enter the house, saying "Everyone's in there." (And was that a young Mama Livia who flitted across the doorway?) But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114347949468446256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114347949468446256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114347949468446256' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114339167709435650</id><published>2006-03-26T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:47:57.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I found an old 'friends' livejournal and came across an entry where she was talking shit about me to some faggots. So I got pissed but kept reading on. Then found out she has cancer. THAT ROCKS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114339167709435650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114339167709435650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114339167709435650' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114158733217121184</id><published>2006-03-05T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:35:32.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114158733217121184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114158733217121184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114158733217121184' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114049851016808186</id><published>2006-02-20T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:08:30.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I hate Ticketmaster reason # 543: You cant get a straight answer. Tim Mcgraw is coming to concert in April. Ticketmaster.com says tickets go onsale Tues 2/21 at 10am, now if you call Ticketmaster the automated machine says they go onsale on Sat 2/25. Tim Mcgraws website has no clue as to when public tickets go onsale but will give you extensive info if you are a fan club member. So now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114049851016808186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114049851016808186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114049851016808186' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-114015139581613600</id><published>2006-02-16T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:43:15.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Madonna, Take this as a sign to give it up already! You are not 25 anymore!!Madonna on Mend from Grammy Hernia Thu Feb 16,12:46 PM ETForget confessions, it's contortions on the dance floor that briefly laid up Madonna. The Material One required a surgical tune-up following her extreme gyrations during her Grammy Award ceremony opening duet with the 'toon band the Gorillaz on Feb. 8. "She had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114015139581613600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/114015139581613600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114015139581613600' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113872481644136981</id><published>2006-01-31T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:26:56.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day is going to be interesting. I wake up to find that my boyfriend, George Clooney, has been nominated for 3 Oscars. yay! Then I turn on the tv to find out the dumbass senate has appointed Judge Alito to the Supreme Court. Ladies, kiss your uterus goodbye, it is now the property of the government. Soon you will probably have no control over it. I hate conservatives.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113872481644136981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113872481644136981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113872481644136981' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113790039122539172</id><published>2006-01-21T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:26:31.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright now God is trying to fuck with my boyfriend.Bon Jovi Plane Skids Off Runway in Canada01/21/2006 4:41 PM, APAn airliner carrying members of Bon Jovi skidded off a runway early Saturday after landing in severe weather.The Boeing 707 carrying the band and its touring staff overshot the runway at Hamilton International Airport.A spokeswoman said the 14 passengers and flight crew were arriving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113790039122539172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113790039122539172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113790039122539172' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113726003151438986</id><published>2006-01-14T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:33:51.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush or Kerry: KerryCoke or Pepsi: Coke!Gay marriage(agree or disagree): disagree COMPLETELY for someWar: when necessaryDeath Penalty: totally agreeVanilla or Chocolate: Chocolate.McDonalds or Burger King: McdonaldsJohnny Depp or Orlando Bloom: neither but if I have to choose then DeppAngel Food Cake or Red velvet: Angel Food CakeNextel or verizon: neitherMountain Dew Code Red or Livewire?: Again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113726003151438986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113726003151438986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113726003151438986' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113631755787147712</id><published>2006-01-03T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:46:48.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes a new year is upon us. 2006 better be a whole helluva lot better than 2005. I spent mine up in Wisconsin with Heather and Kari. It was fun. I like the fact that we can lounge, get drunk, eat, and crash all in the same place. It was relaxful. Casey got beyond drunk and end up falling asleep with his head in the dogs water bowl. In case you are wondering, no he didn't drown. Sunday I got home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113631755787147712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113631755787147712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113631755787147712' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113445043322847678</id><published>2005-12-12T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:10:42.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell happened to society? Tonight I worked my usual 8 hour waitressing shift. At 6pm I had a group of people call asking if we could accomadate 13 people. Sure, no problem. So I set up the table and the group comes in. The lady wants two separate checks. Ok, fine. There are five unruley boys in the group. 'I want him, him, her, him, her, and him on one check and then him, him, him, those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113445043322847678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113445043322847678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113445043322847678' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113440806795355216</id><published>2005-12-12T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:21:07.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go to your calendar and find the  first entry for each month of 2005. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that’s your Year in Review!  Happy New Year to All!!I would like to applaud the Cubs for making the stupidest mistake ever! I've created a monster.I got my Cubs tickets in the mail this weekend! What a wedding! It was so much fun.Jack and Renee were together for a year and a half. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113440806795355216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113440806795355216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113440806795355216' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113371722398724082</id><published>2005-12-04T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T11:29:18.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love it. The first big snowfall of the season and all the idiots come out of hiding. Yesterday I had to work of course right when the snow began to fall.  I pasted 2 people in ditches and about half a dozen people sliding all over. Snow happens every year and every year people act like it is their first time driving in it. I especially love cocky ass people who think that they are above the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113371722398724082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113371722398724082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113371722398724082' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113294438572173754</id><published>2005-11-25T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:46:25.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I know its been awhile so here is an update...Thanksgiving was fine. Made the food, ate the food. Nothing spectacular though I did burn my arm. I will have a lovely scar.I was suppose to go to Circuit City this morning for the lovely day after Thanksgiving sale. I was going to leave the house at 4am, at about 315am I decided to call it quits and went to bed. So I didnt go shopping. The only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113294438572173754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113294438572173754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113294438572173754' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113117318041747780</id><published>2005-11-05T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:16:20.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Set List..Last Man StandingYou give love a bad nameIll be there for youSaturday NightIts my LifeLay your hands on meBad MedicineEverydayHave a nice dayLivin on a prayerCan't go homeRadio saved my lifeRaise your handsWanted Dead or alive (encore)Blaze of GloryBells of FreedomLast cigaretteStory of my LifeSleep when I'm deadRunawayBorn to me my BabyTreat Her Right (ottis redding cover)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113117318041747780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113117318041747780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113117318041747780' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113106159059295842</id><published>2005-11-03T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:46:30.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BON JOVI TOMORROW!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113106159059295842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113106159059295842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113106159059295842' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113060746909313032</id><published>2005-10-29T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:37:49.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS SHIT IS BANANAS B-A-N-A-N-A-S!Oh yes I went to the Gwen Stefani concert last night! I took Liz and Stephanie. We missed the first 2 songs by the Black Eyed Peas but that was ok cause I got to here My Humps which was in my head alllll day!  Our seats rocked and we had a beautiful view of the stage. Gwen hit the stage at 9 and played until about 1045. She performed her entire album which was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113060746909313032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113060746909313032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113060746909313032' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-113047195123331361</id><published>2005-10-27T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:59:11.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the White Sox, I cannot get that damn Journey song out of my head! Well its no suprise that they won. Now that they have I can go back to my "Go Cubs and screw the Sox" attitude I had before. It was a rough couple of weeks rooting for them. Tomorrow is Gwen and the Black Eyed Peas. I am so excited! Me and my girls are going to have an ultra fabulous time!! Then next weekend is Bon Jovi!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113047195123331361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/113047195123331361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113047195123331361' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112950610482360606</id><published>2005-10-16T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:41:45.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homecoming was fun. Liz and I went to the game and then out to the Fatty's. How we missed Fatty's! Anyways, we left the game at halftime. It was clear that NIU was going to win plus we were starving. So we walked across the street to the restaurant. Well it was packed. We weaved through the crowd to the back of the room that was a bit less packed. We were able to grab a table and then this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112950610482360606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112950610482360606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112950610482360606' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112793025532765884</id><published>2005-09-28T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:57:35.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will be a short post so learn to deal with it. My computer is in the shop and will not be done until October 16th. Oh joy, oh bliss. It really pisses me off because its in the middle of the semester and I don't have a comp at home. PLUS I'm having internet withdrawals. So here I sit in the library with a one hour time limit. Ugh!On the bright side of things I got a new car! Well its an SUV. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112793025532765884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112793025532765884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112793025532765884' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112693302176857971</id><published>2005-09-16T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:57:01.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a bloody idiot! I have been waiting for months to tape CMT Crossroads with Bon Jovi and Sugarland. And what did I forget to do today? TAPE IT! I missed the premier. I am slipping in my old age! UGH!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112693302176857971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112693302176857971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112693302176857971' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112683789054019659</id><published>2005-09-15T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:31:30.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES YES YES!!! I KNEW IT!! THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Zellweger and Chesney SplitSep 15, 5:06 PM ESTThe Associated PressRenée Zellweger and country music star Kenny Chesney will have their four-month-old marriage annulled.Chesney's publicist, Holly Gleason, confirmed to The Associated Press on Thursday that the couple have split. A call to Zellweger's publicist was not immediately </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112683789054019659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112683789054019659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112683789054019659' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112676130750284181</id><published>2005-09-15T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:15:07.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kari gave birth! 9lb 5 ounce girl! Britney spears gave birth to a boy.I knew that they would have their babies on the same day. They actuall gave birth in the same hour. How sad to have to say "yea my daughter shares the same birthday as Britney Spears kid"  eww</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112676130750284181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112676130750284181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112676130750284181' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112675783550337907</id><published>2005-09-14T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:17:15.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BON JOVI IS COMING TO TOWN!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112675783550337907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112675783550337907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112675783550337907' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112672209544187445</id><published>2005-09-14T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:21:35.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well its been a while....isn't my new boyfriend hot? John Rich. He's yummy!School is school. It's going to be a hard semester. I am not really liking my rhetoric class but I have to suffer through it. Film class is good cause at least I have Mary with me. Film is the only class that I have any sort of tests/finals in. I need to go out. I haven't been out since labor day. Maybe a round up will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112672209544187445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112672209544187445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112672209544187445' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112572344379701927</id><published>2005-09-02T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:57:23.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am starting to get really annoyed really fast. I would hate to have to spring clean again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112572344379701927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112572344379701927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112572344379701927' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112555483875205638</id><published>2005-09-01T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:07:18.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a week. The more it goes on the more I get aggravated with stupid people.Hurricane Katrina blew in earlier this week, with her came ignorant people. When I tried to talk to people about Katrina I was hit with Multiple "huh?" "what?" "what hurricane?" My God people, PICK UP A NEWSPAPER OR TURN ON THE NEWS! My generation is flooded with ignorant dumbasses. I think MTV should be done away with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112555483875205638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112555483875205638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555483875205638' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112512033176146356</id><published>2005-08-27T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:25:53.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Summer Anthem is Switch by Will SmithBack at it, this cat is the wit and the charmTaking you higher, like a syringe hittin' ya armBringin' the fire, making your Benz ring the alarmThis summer, you bring the party (and attitude) with you wherever you go.What's Your 2005 Summer Anthem?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112512033176146356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112512033176146356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112512033176146356' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112511982727628940</id><published>2005-08-27T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:17:07.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is some funny ass shit that Mike Mason, at xlc, wrote in his blog. He has quite the imagination.'Does anyone even drink Kool-Aid anymore? I remember back in the day we used to go through that stuff like water. However my parents kept getting pissed cause each time we'd mix up a batch, that idiot Kool-Aid Man would come barreling through our walls. Ok first of all, does this guy have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112511982727628940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112511982727628940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112511982727628940' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112503052314330537</id><published>2005-08-25T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:28:43.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isnt my new video fabulous?!Anyways its that time of year again, school. Ugh. Today was my second day of classes and I already am up to my eyeballs in readings. At least I have Mary in my Thursday nite class to help keep me sane. Thank God I have weekends off.Just got done talking to longtime friend Missy. We are going out for a belated bday dinner. Yay!! well i have a headache so I am off to bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112503052314330537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112503052314330537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112503052314330537' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112467674390708782</id><published>2005-08-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:12:23.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a day....My mother and I decided to go the Renissance Fair. I was rocking my cowboy hat and all was fine and dandy when..BAM! I was approached by 10 renfair guys and asked me "Me Lady, could we trouble you for a kiss?" Now about half the pack was good to hot looking and the other half was do-able. So I said ok. One by one they came up and gave me a line, then kissed me. I am the queen of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112467674390708782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112467674390708782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112467674390708782' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112432039590149490</id><published>2005-08-17T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:13:15.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to go back!!!!! School starts, for me at least, on Wednesday. I have been cherishing this week and willing it from ending but alas, no such luck. I did the math today and I have been going to school for 20 years. 20 fucking years! I am only 24! This is the last year I am going. No more! I am putting my foot down! No more degrees!My friend Kristen has some rock star seats to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112432039590149490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112432039590149490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112432039590149490' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112381564141545297</id><published>2005-08-11T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:00:41.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG! I am so damn tired! Yesterday Bradon, Jeff and I decided to check out the dead body exhibit at the Science of Industry. We got down there about noon and ended up leaving around 330ish. The exhibit was interesting, especially all the dead babies. Baby, the other white meat. yum! So after the dead bodies we went up to Clark street. We walked around, had dinner, went to a costume shop and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112381564141545297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112381564141545297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112381564141545297' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112343420703963622</id><published>2005-08-07T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T12:03:27.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misson Accomplished!I finally accomplished the one thing I wanted to get this summer...a cowboy hat.Now I could have gotten one at Country Thunder but it rained constantly that I wasnt in the mood. So I finally got one yesterday at Wisconsin State Fair. Its so pretty!I also saw Pat Benetar yesterday and she sang ALL my favorites. Not just some, but all!Love is BattlefieldWe BelongHit me with you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112343420703963622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112343420703963622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343420703963622' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112335226548304995</id><published>2005-08-06T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:17:45.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is how a fucking gangsta rolls.. by starlitelilygangsta namegangsta jobstand there and look coolyour fucking problemlost arm in driveby# of times you ran from the cops99your sayingfuck this shitQuiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112335226548304995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112335226548304995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112335226548304995' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112321225408737777</id><published>2005-08-04T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:24:14.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I told that bitch not to mess with my boyfriend! Zellweger, Chesney may be heading for split azcentral.comAug. 3, 2005 12:02 PMThe only buzz bigger than a star-on-star wedding or pregnancy is word that a celebrity couple is having trouble. Tabloid reporters wait with baited breath each time divorce rumor begins to spread. It is really no surprise that the phenomenon would find its way to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112321225408737777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112321225408737777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112321225408737777' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112312536300615564</id><published>2005-08-03T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:16:03.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am 51% Asshole/Bitch.I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.Take theAsshole/Bitch Test@ FualiDotComThank you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112312536300615564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112312536300615564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112312536300615564' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112291028543115865</id><published>2005-08-01T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:32:34.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a weekend. Saturday was Jaimes wedding and Jeffs birthday. Jaimes wedding reception was held at Kristoffs. Now I will be the first to admit that I thought it was going to be a little scary at Kristoffs but it actually wasnt. I thought they had a nice little wedding. There were about 100 people plus the bridal party which there were 10. Diana did all the catering and made the buffet table </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112291028543115865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112291028543115865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112291028543115865' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112283387789613007</id><published>2005-07-31T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:17:57.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my friend Brandon at Jeff's birthday dinner. I think Brandon has some anger issues he needs to sort out :P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112283387789613007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112283387789613007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112283387789613007' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112283063938101111</id><published>2005-07-31T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:23:59.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So help me God if this is true!!!!From IMDB.comKidman Denies Country Singer RomanceHollywood siren and Oscar-winning actress Nicole Kidman has denied reports of romance after being spotted riding pillion on Australian country singer Keith Urban's motorcycle. The Others actress first met Urban at a dinner honoring Australians in Los Angeles in January - and the singer is currently touring with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112283063938101111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112283063938101111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112283063938101111' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112224278425744527</id><published>2005-07-24T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:06:24.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You need adventures.Real life has been very boring for you and youcan't help but dream away. Nothing is excitingor fascinating in your life and can'tunderstand why it all is so dull. You likehaving fun, but are probably not a bouncingperson because of that. There is a probabilitythat you either like to read/watch fantasy orsimilar genres, or have a creative side thatlets you release your fantasy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112224278425744527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112224278425744527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112224278425744527' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112213449571717144</id><published>2005-07-23T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:52:42.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS ABOUT TIME!!!!From CMTBon Jovi and Sugarland will swap songs with each other in New York next month for a taping of CMT Crossroads. Known for hits such as "Wanted Dead or Alive" and "Livin' on a Prayer," Bon Jovi became one of the most successful bands in rock music history through the musicianship of lead vocalist Jon Bon Jovi, guitarist Richie Sambora, keyboardist David Bryan and drummer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112213449571717144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112213449571717144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213449571717144' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112205491026113807</id><published>2005-07-22T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:32:43.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I love thee, let me count the ways.....I love Keith Urban! And he’s coming back in October which I am doubly excited about.Country Thunder was filled to capacity last night, around 40,000 people. I really do enjoy Country Thunder, it's helluva a lot better than Summerfest.Set list:Days Go ByBetter HalfBetter LifeRaining on SundayTonite I wanna CryYou'll Think of MeMaking Memories of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112205491026113807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112205491026113807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112205491026113807' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112192407307573883</id><published>2005-07-21T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:34:01.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I like it, I love it, I want some more of it!"Yes I just got home from Country Thunder and it was soooo much fun. I went with Kelly, Robin and Jason. We got there about 1130, just in time for all of Gods wrath to pour down on us. While we were soaked, we were determined to stick it out for Tim.We saw..Sugarland...They were good! I might have to actually open up their cd I bought and listen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112192407307573883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112192407307573883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112192407307573883' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112155521897791620</id><published>2005-07-16T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:35:07.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is getting out of hand. Since when did the release of a the new Harry Potter book become so newsworthy that every news show, cable news show, nightly news show makes it their headlining story? Don't get me wrong, I think its great kids are excited about reading. But when the news has video footage of adults dressed up as Harry Potter characters waiting in line at 12am to get the book that is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112155521897791620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112155521897791620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112155521897791620' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112149056053297277</id><published>2005-07-16T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:09:33.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a fun week planed ahead....Saturday- Going to Garet's baseball game with HeatherMonday- Dinner with my boyfriendsWednesday- Country Thunder with girls from work. We're are seeing TIM MCGRAW, BABY!Thursday- Country Thunder. Seeing KEITH URBAN! I'm going solo to that one.Then the following week...LC Fair with Timmy and XLCJaime's WeddingHunters with my boyfriendsWhat a way to end a month!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112149056053297277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112149056053297277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112149056053297277' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112112722028127971</id><published>2005-07-11T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:13:40.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for an update...Saturday I did Ultimate Makeover with XLC in Vernon Hills. I hate Vernon Hills with all those arrogant people who are all fake. We gave away $20,000 in prizes including $10,000 in plastic surgery. The final five contestants consisted of 4 working class women and 1 rich man. Wanna take a guess as to who won? The rich man. You can tell that he didn't really want to win, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112112722028127971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112112722028127971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112112722028127971' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-112044996109033328</id><published>2005-07-03T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:06:01.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I did it. I saw Kenny Chesney last nite at Summerfest. Now I know I'm boycotting him but I had already spent the $75. I got there late so I missed Pat Green but I did see Gretchen Wilson. I was more excited to see her than Kenny. She played a 45-hour long set, I really love her! Kenny did an hour and a half set. He had Gretchen come out and they did a duet to my favorite John Cougar song, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112044996109033328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/112044996109033328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112044996109033328' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111932151913118084</id><published>2005-06-20T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:38:39.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My birthday party was funtastic! There were 6 of us and we met up at Dirty Nellies for dinner and the show. And the cool thing was that everybody that was there was from a differnt aspect of my life. B was from high school, Jeff and Jenny from CLC, and Liz and Megan were from NIU.  Liz and Megan didnt stay for the show but everybody else did. The band started an hour late, ugh, but they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111932151913118084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111932151913118084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111932151913118084' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111920121541729469</id><published>2005-06-19T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:13:51.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You should be dating a Pisces.19 February - 20 MarchYour mate is loving and caring, trusting andhospitable, and romantic. Though he/she can beself-pitying, temperamental or dependent, thefishes are quite romantic in bed.What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111920121541729469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111920121541729469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111920121541729469' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111916449303754659</id><published>2005-06-19T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:43:57.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yea, who didnt see this one coming?You Are Most Like Miranda!While you've had your fair share of romance, men don't come firstGuys are a distant third to your friends and career.And this independence *is* attractive to some men, in measured doses.Remember that if you imagine the best outcome, it might just happen. Romantic prediction: Someone from your past is waiting to reconnect...But you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111916449303754659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111916449303754659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111916449303754659' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111889068536098078</id><published>2005-06-15T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:58:05.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I spent my day at Wrigley Field! Cubs v. Marlins in the last game of the series. While the Cubs did lose 15-5, it was still fun! It seemed that every foul ball that was hit landed in our area, just not by me. Oh well.  I scored two tshirts and a cubs towel, i got the towel for signing my life away for a credit card. We sat in an area that seemed to be Marlin friendly, but our fellow Cub fans</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111889068536098078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111889068536098078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111889068536098078' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111870630689010302</id><published>2005-06-13T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:45:06.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael Jackson was accquited on all counts and all is well in the world.  I knew he would be found not guilty. So to all those MJ haters...HA!So tomorrow is my actual birthday. I'm not excited about it. I dont know why but Im just not. I think its because I have to work. I have my party on saturday which will be fun but for some reason Im not looking forward to tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111870630689010302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111870630689010302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111870630689010302' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111863020378494109</id><published>2005-06-12T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:36:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I survived! Thanks for all the prayers and the frequent phone calls you all made, they were true lifesavers. Those 4 hours during the wedding when i had to see the, as I like to call them  "the  sped's", were bad. Dont get me wrong my extended family is great. No probs with them, its the immediate family that must go! They had to be gone yesterday!Anyways, I returned to find in my inbox 20 RSVPs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111863020378494109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111863020378494109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111863020378494109' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111850476629865003</id><published>2005-06-11T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:46:06.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want everyone to light a candle and say a prayer for me....i have yet another family function. Ugh, my skin is already starting to crawl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111850476629865003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111850476629865003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111850476629865003' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111811391912890404</id><published>2005-06-06T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:11:59.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This movie must really suck. First Renee gets married to gain publicity for the movie and now Russell Crow goes to jail. Pathetic.As reported on MSN.comRussell Crowe Charged for Throwing PhoneJun 6, 7:10 AM ESTThe Associated PressNEW YORK -- Russell Crowe was arrested and charged Monday for allegedly throwing a telephone at an employee of the Manhattan hotel where he was staying.Crowe, 41, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111811391912890404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111811391912890404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111811391912890404' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111810160510358311</id><published>2005-06-06T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:46:45.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks Megan!Five tips for a woman....1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111810160510358311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111810160510358311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111810160510358311' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111781676653595944</id><published>2005-06-03T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:39:26.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack and Renee were together for a year and a half. She marries Kenny 5 months after they broke up. Jack marries Karen 6 months after they break up. Oh yea, I think they these couples are both gonna last...not!Jack White, Karen Elson MarryJun 2, 9:15 PM ESTThe Associated PressClearly, Jack White isn't brokenhearted over the recent marriage of ex-girlfriend Renée Zellweger. The White Stripes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111781676653595944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111781676653595944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781676653595944' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111750378335120902</id><published>2005-05-30T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T20:43:03.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who wants to take a guess on how long this marriage will last?As reported by Yahoo!Paris Hilton Said Engaged to Shipping HeirMonday May 30 5:54 PM ETSo will they tie the knot in...Paris? Paris Hilton is engaged to boyfriend and Greek shipping heir Paris Latsis, People Magazine reported on its web site Monday."They are happy and excited," Hilton's spokesman Rob Shuter told the magazine.Latsis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111750378335120902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111750378335120902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111750378335120902' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111733889264189155</id><published>2005-05-28T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:54:52.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear God, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? I have another fucking family event to go to. I hate them, no wait I loathe them. They make me itch just thinking about them. Some people hate their families, but I hate mine with a blind passion. God I hate them.Today I had a remote in Northbrook. Can I tell how I hate Northbrook people? They are so damn stuck up. We offered free pizza today and this bitch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111733889264189155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111733889264189155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111733889264189155' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111664933007333741</id><published>2005-05-20T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:23:22.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As reported on MSN.comIs Brit and K. Fed's 'Chaotic' Idiotic?Has Britney committed 'career suicide'? Plus, oodles of romance news, Kylie's man stands by her side, and more ...May 19, 2005Is your skin raw from repeated attempts to scrub yourself out of the shame spiral brought on by watching "Britney and Kevin: Chaotic"? Well, take comfort, y'all -- you're not alone.Critics, apparently unable to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111664933007333741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111664933007333741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664933007333741' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111636059339836526</id><published>2005-05-17T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:09:53.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So get this....did everyone hear about the plane that landed in the streets of Vernon Hills? Wellllllllll Tim decided to have a field trip to the site. But when we got there there was a sign that said "Road closed to thru traffic." Can anyone guess what tim did? He turned around and went home! Big ol' chicken shit wouldnt go past the sign. We werent cutting "thru" we had a destination on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111636059339836526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111636059339836526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111636059339836526' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111578185048879003</id><published>2005-05-10T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:24:10.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite drag queen!  with my friend Missy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111578185048879003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111578185048879003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111578185048879003' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111569185305110488</id><published>2005-05-09T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:24:13.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who wants to take a gander on how i feel about this?RENEE ZELLWEGER &amp; KENNY CHESNEY MARRY!May 9, 2005ET has confirmed that Oscar-winning actress RENEE ZELLWEGER and country star KENNY CHESNEY have tied the knot! The surprising couple were married on Monday on the beautiful island of St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands, where the singer has a home. In a short, 15-minute ceremony performed by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111569185305110488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111569185305110488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111569185305110488' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111526503175031603</id><published>2005-05-04T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:50:47.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How predictable!You Are 24 Years Old24 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111526503175031603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111526503175031603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111526503175031603' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111500559316102927</id><published>2005-05-01T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:46:33.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a wedding! It was so much fun.The wedding itself was very simple and very cute. I teared up a bit but nothing to dramatic. Missy looked very lovely in her dress, the dress was off the shoulder and looked to be satin with embellishments around the bust and along the bottom of the dress. Dan looked very handsome in his tux, as did all the groomsmen. The bridesmaids had a deep wine color, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111500559316102927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111500559316102927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500559316102927' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111496435707836335</id><published>2005-05-01T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:25:00.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fozzie Bear!You scored 46 Mood and 60 Energy! Aww, you're the nervous, exasperated Fozzie bear! You like attention. Sometimes you feel like life just never gives you a break, but you still try to keep your sense of humor through it all.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111496435707836335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111496435707836335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496435707836335' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111471954885818669</id><published>2005-04-28T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:19:08.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found a new and addicting game to play. Technically Heather found it  http://www.wagenschenke.ch/   The website is in German but I am sure you can handle it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111471954885818669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111471954885818669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111471954885818669' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111448836942974434</id><published>2005-04-25T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:06:09.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isnt that cool? I have MJ's Thriller on my blog.I'm highly impressed!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111448836942974434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111448836942974434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111448836942974434' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111405840155706077</id><published>2005-04-20T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:40:01.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Totally stole this from Megan!1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet + Street you live on): Rocky Grand2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favourite snack food + Grandfather's first name): Pretzels Jack3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + favourite restaurant): Telephone Maggianos4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favourite Spice + Last Vacation Spot): Carway </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111405840155706077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111405840155706077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111405840155706077' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111394936849731750</id><published>2005-04-19T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:22:48.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a kickass weekend!This weekend was Missy's bachlorette party downtown. We stayed at the Westin River North and then went to the Baton Club.The hotel was soooo swanky! Zarah and I, we went to hs together, were so taken aback by the marbel everything. Floors, walls, counters. Then there was a mini bar. Mind you none of us ate or drank anything out of there but it was still cool to browse. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111394936849731750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111394936849731750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111394936849731750' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111319254007261663</id><published>2005-04-10T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:09:00.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my Cubs tickets in the mail this weekend! I'm excited. So no one come looking for me on June 15th, I'll be at Wrigley Field with a beer in my hand watching the Cubs v. Marlins.My road trip is beginning to shape up quite nicely. Nashville, Atlanta, Orlando, Keys, New Orleans and Baton Rouge is the new plan. I dont care where we go just as long as I get me a cowboy hat!Had an encounter with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111319254007261663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111319254007261663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319254007261663' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111233135926778295</id><published>2005-03-31T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:55:59.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's been a long, since I left you. Without a dope beat to step to...step to..."Yes it has been awhile so all the more reason to update ya'll.Well St. Patricks day was fun. Family time wasnt as painful as I thought it would be, but then again that beer before the family time didnt hurt :PStill drama at work, olandos that is. It's high school bullshit all over again. I cant wait to leave. I love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111233135926778295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111233135926778295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111233135926778295' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111077413923840506</id><published>2005-03-13T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:46:58.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Nelly rocked! He was on stage for about an hour and a half. Krystal scored a free cd of one of the opening acts just by making eye contact with him. slut:P. He played all of his hits, even the song with Tim Mcgraw. Nelly was decked out in platinum and dimonds, i took a few pictures with my phone but they didnt turn out so well. Between the rocks and the white shirt he was wearing, the pictures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111077413923840506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111077413923840506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111077413923840506' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-111038921332107280</id><published>2005-03-09T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:26:53.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got Cubs tickets! I am excited! It only took me how many weeks to get them? Its all good though.Nelly is tonite! Again, excited. I have to drive all the way back to niu which is the crappy part but I'll have krystal with me so it wont be so bad.I talked to Timothy this morning and he seems cranky. Mind me not to step on his toes on friday.Spring break is next week! I'm not going anywhere but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111038921332107280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/111038921332107280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111038921332107280' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110971802841376124</id><published>2005-03-01T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:04:29.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've created a monster. Amanda is now obsessed with Billy Currington. Now she is not obssessed with his music...oh no she wants to jump his bones anytime a memory of him pops into her head. I told her I bought the Playgirl with him on the cover and she begged me to go buy her one. First off, I am not fueling that fire. And second, she can buy her own damn porn! To see what the fuss is about, http</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110971802841376124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110971802841376124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110971802841376124' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110964391683274721</id><published>2005-02-28T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:25:16.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see...where do I start.....For starters, Dan is out of the picture. So all is good there. And I won Pug Mahone's in the divorce:PI saw Billy Currington on saturday. Good Lord he's fine! We went to the Sundance Saloon to see him. I had never been there, it is quite fun. It's a cowboy bar. It's an older crowd then I'm use to but it's still fun. Billy went on about 10pm and the stage was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110964391683274721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110964391683274721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110964391683274721' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110911273566021032</id><published>2005-02-22T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:52:15.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi my name is Katie and I am a JINX!!!! I killed it. dead. murdered. stabbed. I killed it.Actually I didnt kill it, he killed it, but I did jinx it. Knew he was too good to be true.oh well, off to the next one :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110911273566021032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110911273566021032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110911273566021032' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110851136247547371</id><published>2005-02-15T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:49:22.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I survived this weekend and Vday.Friday Amanda and I went to Pugs. I had a bad time that night because I became extremely mad which turns out for no reason.(see sunday)Saturday I met up with Jeff and Brandon and we went to a gay club up in Kenosha. Very fun! The drinks were cheap and they gave you a lot of liquor for your money. Amanda went with and had a gallon size Long Island. Literally, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110851136247547371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110851136247547371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110851136247547371' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110800980615562946</id><published>2005-02-09T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:30:06.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in love....with Cingular! They just told me that I am now eligible to upgrade my phone. Thank God! Dont get me wrong, I love my cell. It works, doesnt drop calls, and when I drop in on concrete 10,000 times it doesnt break. But this time around I want to be able to download ringtones that are the actual music. Plus I want that hands free kind of phone. I'm bursting with fruit flavor I'm so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110800980615562946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110800980615562946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800980615562946' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110746515516085617</id><published>2005-02-03T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T15:12:35.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to applaud the Cubs for making the stupidest mistake ever! My poor Sammy is gone. And not only is Sammy gone but so is Moises Alou.  People keep bad mouthing Sosa but I dont care. I think he was great and I will sing his praises till the day I die. But despite the bad decisions made by the Cubs I will continue being a fan. Why you ask? Well because they have the ability to be great(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110746515516085617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110746515516085617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746515516085617' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110693602131382801</id><published>2005-01-28T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:13:41.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got front row tickets!!  ok they are front row of my section but still, they are still front row!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110693602131382801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110693602131382801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110693602131382801' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110693458202724160</id><published>2005-01-28T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:49:42.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tick Tock...Tick Tock... I am sitting here waiting for noon to come around so I can finally buy Nelly tickets. I've been up since 930 watiting for them to go on sale. Stupid ticketmaster said all week that they would go onsale at 10am for the public, then at 930 decided to change it till noon. Bastards. Damn NIU students can already buy their tickets. You're probably sitting there wondering, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110693458202724160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110693458202724160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110693458202724160' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110637600240627395</id><published>2005-01-22T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:40:02.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH SNAP! Nelly is coming to NIU!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110637600240627395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110637600240627395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110637600240627395' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110602498029437148</id><published>2005-01-17T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:09:40.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My precious winter break is offically over. How sad. School starts tomorrow and I loathe it. Remember when going to school was fun? I was talking to Heather and her kindergardener is sick and he was so worried that he would miss school cause he likes going. I miss those days when going to school meant fun and exciting things were happening. I think the enjoyment of school for me ended when high </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110602498029437148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110602498029437148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110602498029437148' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110529167593208827</id><published>2005-01-09T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T11:27:55.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whooo Hoooo Brad Pitt is single again!!! I know that sounds mean but I didnt like Jennifer Aniston. She was too clingy and annoying.Casino night is tonite! I'm excited cause I havent been out in a long ass time.School starts next tuesday and I really dont want to go back. Ugh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110529167593208827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110529167593208827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110529167593208827' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110468611066726798</id><published>2005-01-02T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T11:15:10.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year to All!!New Year's eve was fun! I had to work until 9pm, they originally said 11 but I had a shit fit and got off at 9. I went by Heather's for the new year. I rang it in with her family and Kari's. Good times I tell ya.Feb 26th Billy Currington is coming here to Mundelien so I have to go get tickets! I'm dragging Amanda with me because we've been wanting to go to this bar for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110468611066726798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110468611066726798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110468611066726798' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110382017339404906</id><published>2004-12-23T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T10:42:53.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis the season for Yahoo to be assholes!Slain Marine’s family seeks access to e-mail Yahoo cites privacy policy in refusing to provide itThe Associated PressUpdated: 10:58 a.m. ET Dec. 22, 2004WIXOM, Mich. - Offers of help have been pouring in for a Michigan family who is trying to persuade online giant Yahoo to allow them access to the e-mail account of a Marine killed in Iraq.From </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110382017339404906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110382017339404906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382017339404906' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110343938580870180</id><published>2004-12-19T01:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:56:25.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 days since my last post. where do I begin...School is out and grades have been posted. I'll leave it as "if I ever see Dr. Miller walking the streets, he's a toast." But other than that, grades are ok.Christmas is a week away. Which means New Years is around the corner and we all know how much I despise New Years Eve.Finally getting paid to hang out at the radio station. Only took me 7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110343938580870180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110343938580870180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110343938580870180' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110237506584438240</id><published>2004-12-06T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:17:45.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the fuck was I on when I wrote that last post? I sounded like a giddy 13 year old girl.Anyway back to my original self...The semester is over! I am suprised I survived. I am pretty impressed with my self. I one, 24 hour period I wrote 3 papers. A total of 30 pages. I asked both my teachers if I could have a mini extension, just an hour or so but nooooooooooooooooooooooo they to go into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110237506584438240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110237506584438240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110237506584438240' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110217905500046765</id><published>2004-12-04T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:50:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Keith Urban last night! He was sooooo good. I think he was even better than my Kenny concert. He played 2 hours straight and I had no idea he could wail on a guitar. From the way he plays you would think you were at a rock concert. He's so fuckin cool. He also came down into the crowd and I got within 10 feet of him but a mass of screaming girls cut me off. Bitches! But it was cool.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110217905500046765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110217905500046765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110217905500046765' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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-5921824.post-110194521277215423</id><published>2004-12-01T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:53:32.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this week I was going through all my new cds. And I noticed that only 1 artist thanks his fans! I case you havent heard me rant before about this I hate it when artists don't thank their fans. Dammit, if I pay $12 for you cd you better be thanking me!Just a mini rant....I'll update later.Ciao!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110194521277215423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921824/posts/default/110194521277215423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captchunk.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110194521277215423' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730584309303639409</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>
