<?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-19007824</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:03:13.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wudda Thunk?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-3859580457385486327</id><published>2011-12-15T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:55:02.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;holy crap... tomorrow is the day. This little one is one week and one day past her due date as of today so I am getting induced tomorrow. Super nervous because she really hasn't dropped and I'm not feeling like anything is happening. I still can't believe that this is all going to become so real after tomorrow... can't wait to hold my little girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-3859580457385486327?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3859580457385486327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=3859580457385486327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/3859580457385486327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/3859580457385486327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2011/12/whoa.html' title='whoa...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-2534352820591511898</id><published>2011-10-28T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:34:36.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing friends &amp; family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So last Sunday was my baby shower, and yes, I knew the date because we just had too much going on in October that I need to know that part, otherwise I didn't know where it would be or who would be there. Well, all I have to say is that my sister, my mom and the entire Buono family is amazing! The Buono's hosted the shower at their house, made a majority of the food and Jenn made the most amazing cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJu5PhMHQMg/Tqq8v5C7aXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MbDNwt4rwyI/s1600/photo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJu5PhMHQMg/Tqq8v5C7aXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MbDNwt4rwyI/s320/photo+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cute, adorable &amp;amp; tasty with turtles (which I LOVE), and she remembered that we had maple butter cream frosting in our wedding cake so she put that inside the bottom layer, which was vanilla cake. The top was chocolate. She even made the favors that were mini cupcakes with mini turtles on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyways, my sister did an awesome job getting all the important people there and their generousity was overwhelming! This little bean got so much great stuff and I can't wait for her to arrive so we can start using it!! Thanks to all who attended and those that sent their well wishes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-2534352820591511898?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2534352820591511898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=2534352820591511898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/2534352820591511898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/2534352820591511898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/amazing-friends-family.html' title='amazing friends &amp; family'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJu5PhMHQMg/Tqq8v5C7aXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MbDNwt4rwyI/s72-c/photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-2489577859428273216</id><published>2011-10-13T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:42:39.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo excited!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Another 3 day weekend starts tomorrow, but not just any weekend... we're off Stowe to celebrate our 1 year wedding anniversary!! This will be our 1st and only wedding anniversary as just the 2 of us... kind of a crazy thought but SO super exciting!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-2489577859428273216?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2489577859428273216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=2489577859428273216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/2489577859428273216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/2489577859428273216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/soooo-excited.html' title='Soooo excited!!'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-9064787156040596225</id><published>2011-10-10T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:43:44.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love them!! 3 day weekends are perfect... well perfect, other than having 7 day weekends!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-9064787156040596225?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9064787156040596225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=9064787156040596225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/9064787156040596225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/9064787156040596225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-holidays.html' title='Monday Holidays...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-5341530178467329068</id><published>2011-10-08T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:44:01.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;kicking... twitching... belly shifting... crazy how babies grow inside and can do all these things that I can see on the outside... creepy but amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-5341530178467329068?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5341530178467329068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=5341530178467329068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/5341530178467329068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/5341530178467329068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/kicking.html' title='amazing...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-4667481004039280212</id><published>2009-11-18T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:54:32.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>few thoughts... unrelated...</title><content type='html'>Why is the FedEx man wearing shorts when its below 40 degrees... is he really trying to prove a point that he is tough? Or refusing to give in that its mid-December in New England and it is time for it to be cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad/Shocked that by the end of the week my Jeep will have 50,000 miles on it... not bad for 2 years &amp;amp; 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family started a new tradition of not celebrating holidays on the actual day... like we celebrate Easter on Greek Easter, even though we are not Greek. Every year we celebrate Christmas sometime the week before. This year we are celebrating Thanksgiving the Sunday before... keeps things interesting and allows for more options during all the holiday seasons :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-4667481004039280212?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4667481004039280212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=4667481004039280212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/4667481004039280212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/4667481004039280212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-thoughts-unrelated.html' title='few thoughts... unrelated...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-2310053575160440328</id><published>2009-10-29T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:15:38.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>days go by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow... 2 years since I posted... facebook &amp;amp; twitter have taken over my 'online' life I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonetheless, days have been going by so fast lately, I can't believe October is almost over, soon it will be 2010 and still I feel like I haven't done much in the past few years. Everything seems to be the same, not that its a bad thing, just wishing I felt like I was being more productive with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decided to take a personal day from work, much needed. I get stressed at work because I feel like I am underpaid and underappreciated, I know everyone feels that way but it is frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to get back to 'working from home' on my 'personal day'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-2310053575160440328?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2310053575160440328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=2310053575160440328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/2310053575160440328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/2310053575160440328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-go-by.html' title='days go by...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-5123030118554921900</id><published>2007-05-02T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:48:19.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fortune cookie</title><content type='html'>So I had a fortune cookie a while back and I saved the fortune... it reads "Sometimes... money costs too much"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that is about where my life is at right now... and it's not me making the money. When a person drops everything to help others, sometimes they leave people behind. I know that in the end this will benefit everyone, but what about now. Those left behind are supposed to be supportive and understanding? To a point, understandable; but what about when it goes beyond that point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh... where is my "Life for Dummies" book when you need it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-5123030118554921900?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5123030118554921900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=5123030118554921900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/5123030118554921900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/5123030118554921900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2007/05/fortune-cookie.html' title='fortune cookie'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-4086466615263552683</id><published>2007-03-13T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:48:53.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world after all?</title><content type='html'>So I get this email from a guy I worked with in San Diego this past January, he is a real estate agent and knows I work at a real estate office. He says his office has an opening and just wanted to pass on the info to see if I would be interested, I read it and indeed am interested. I email the office manager with extreme professionalism and was humored with her response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Katie...Not sure if we know each other, but we might be related as my maiden name is True.  Not to get off the subject, but I am Charles True's daughter - his family was originally from Waltham."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, yes, she is my father's cousin. Very weird. However I met her today and she brought in an old picture to show me of my great-grandfather, then commented how I definitely did look like my dad and his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How random... I think the best part about it is that her family grew up in Chelmsford but from what I understand they all moved away from that area around the same time my parent's moved into town... ha... funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the job sounded fantastic, however only offering 30 hours a week won't really cut it for me finiancially, so had to say no, but she did say she will keep me in mind and pass my name around to other offices in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small world... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-4086466615263552683?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4086466615263552683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=4086466615263552683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/4086466615263552683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/4086466615263552683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s a small world after all?'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-5943169327700712684</id><published>2007-03-02T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:25:25.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays...</title><content type='html'>So it's March, which means my birthday is coming up... woohoo... all I want is for it to be better than last year! Shouldn't be too hard to make sure my nephew doesn't get his forehead burned by my sizzling fajita's while a waiter put down another dish... uh... I can still see the look on CJ's face when it happened... heart crushing moment!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Jeremy's b-day is sunday, got some plans for saturday but not sure the actual plan for sunday... however I am WICKED excited to give him his gift... tickets to see The Police @ Fenway this summer!!&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is 3 weeks away and what do I want... same as always... nothing... well that's a lie... I really want $$... I need to pay some bills, bills and more bills, ya that would be nice. Other than that I can't think of anything specific I want, I have gift certificates from xmas I still haven't used so I can buy clothes with those, I would love to go on vacation but that costs money and taking time off from work isn't really something Jeremy can do right now since he is Mr. Independent (he started his own company). So ya... I figure my birthday will just be another day... and I am ok with that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-5943169327700712684?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5943169327700712684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=5943169327700712684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/5943169327700712684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/5943169327700712684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthdays.html' title='birthdays...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-117199810557575464</id><published>2007-02-20T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:01:45.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is someone trying to tell me something...</title><content type='html'>So I think there is someone trying to tell me to get rid of Chet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (2/16) - Once again someone driving thru the Drum Hill thing, formally known as the Rotary, not knowing where they are going, so they stop, causing the car behind them to swirve and hit ME! (See below) No real damage, just aggrevating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5883/1038/320/64578/side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (2/20) - I parked in a completely legal spot on an Andover road (side note: I park on the street because my office has a lot, but its only for agents, not the actual staff, and the only other lot to park in has meters and I don't want to pay to park), where I was in line with all the other parked cars but yet someone still managed to knock my mirror off.  (See below) Actual damage, very aggrevating and now my mirror is in my back seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5883/1038/1600/342373/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5883/1038/320/758220/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super couple of days I am having here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-117199810557575464?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/117199810557575464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=117199810557575464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/117199810557575464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/117199810557575464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-someone-trying-to-tell-me-something.html' title='Is someone trying to tell me something...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-116863861831166821</id><published>2007-01-12T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:50:18.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling... getting old...</title><content type='html'>2 things unrelated but I would like to ramble about both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling... I love it... never thought I would but it is something that I have always done and now Jeremy &amp; I have a new addiction to it. I mean who gets up on Sunday morning and goes bowling? Usually only those in a league you say? Oh no no no my friends! Jeremy &amp;amp; I do... its fun and we are DAMN good I might mention! I went bowling once with my co-workers... I don't think I will be invited any more, they apparently don't like it when you are good! haha!! Jeremy &amp; I are considering joining a league... did I mention we are good!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting older... I am enjoying it more and more! Went to dinner with the girls last night and it was great. I had this fear when I was younger I never would of thought that just going to dinner and talking about random things, and I mean RANDOM, would be so much fun! ..."and speaking of transgender"... I love my friends and I am so glad that we still have the opportunity to get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... that's all for today... KT over &amp;amp; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-116863861831166821?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116863861831166821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=116863861831166821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/116863861831166821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/116863861831166821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/bowling-getting-old.html' title='bowling... getting old...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-116561404334305425</id><published>2006-12-08T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:40:43.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts... observations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amazing how time flies! Well anyways, I have come to the conclusion that I do have some sort of anxiety issue which causes my heart rate to increase and possibly blood pressure as well, but only is certain situations. For example, I met my mom at my sister's house so we could go shopping. When I arrived it was just my mom and the boys, all was fine. Then my sister came home and starting talking about &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; and I could just feel my body changing, I decided to ignore what she was talking to my mom about and just watch tv (even made a random comment &lt;em&gt;"wow that's a huge aligator"&lt;/em&gt; that I think confused them!). When I got in my car to leave by whole body felt stressed and overall just felt odd, leading me the my conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My second observation I have made is that lately I have become extremely bitchy and I realize that I am anticipating the stress of Christmas... not buying presents, fighting thru stores or parking lots, rushing around spending all my money, nothing like that... just that my family is going thru a difficult time and I just don't want it to over shadow the day, like it does almost every other day. I spent Thanksgiving with Jeremy's family and came to a realization, I fit in much better with his family then I do most of the time with my own. His family (his brothers &amp; him) are around my age and are experiencing things that I am, they aren't married, they don't have kids, their lives are more like mine and for me its just easier. I hate to say that I don't fit in with my family but at times its true, I am trying to live my life and don't like to be judged or critized for the things I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and I would never replace them, I just wish that sometimes they just understood &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; a little more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-116561404334305425?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116561404334305425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=116561404334305425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/116561404334305425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/116561404334305425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/thoughts-observations.html' title='thoughts... observations...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-114555837351224614</id><published>2006-04-20T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:39:33.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aggrevation...</title><content type='html'>So I am aggrevated... for many reasons, none of which I can really talk to close people about... which is even more aggrevating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sometimes I wish I could just move away... sometimes I wish I could be better at being me... sometimes I wish I really didn't worry what people thought, especially cause I always say I don't... I wish I could feel more accomplished... I wish someone would appreciate me every once in a while... sometimes I just need to feel loved... why am I always the bad person... why do I have to be some nice... why do I have to be so self-destructive... why is it that I feel I need to say, "well my life is not like yours" all the time... I wish that I could not get my hopes up for anything, that way I can never have that 'let down' feeling... why can't I admit I am wrong sometimes... what is it that makes me embarrassing to be around? The way I dress? The way I look? The way I talk? Or is it just all the things that I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-114555837351224614?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114555837351224614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=114555837351224614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/114555837351224614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/114555837351224614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/aggrevation.html' title='aggrevation...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-114045649085725058</id><published>2006-02-20T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:28:10.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drive-bys make me smile...</title><content type='html'>Ok, let me re-phrase that... driving to work every morning is pretty uneventful, however, I love when I am cruising along, and I happen to notice a shiny black car has pulled up next to me and has matched my speed, I look over and there is this orange-haired guy smiling at me, then he makes a kissy face, smiles again, then speeds off... ya I love those kinds of drive-bys! The make my Monday mornings start with a smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-114045649085725058?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114045649085725058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=114045649085725058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/114045649085725058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/114045649085725058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/drive-bys-make-me-smile.html' title='drive-bys make me smile...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113880417552581659</id><published>2006-02-01T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:29:35.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quite time...</title><content type='html'>I love when my office has meetings that I don't have to be in! Its so much quiter in the office and I can get my stuff done without interruptions, and I can listen to my music at a more then reasonable level... meaning I can actual hear it! Todays meeting involves all but 3 people in my office, ya its nice to be management that doesn't actually get to make real big decisions. But its ok cause I don't want to be in that meeting anyways, its a meeting with our lab, who we aren't planning on using this year. They (well its actually just 1 guy) are giving a presentation on why we should use them again this year... fat chance though cause we have much better success with the other ones we have been testing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been at work for an hour and a half now and this is what I have done:&lt;br /&gt;-checked email and other personal website&lt;br /&gt;-changed the back up tape (WORK)&lt;br /&gt;-checked slickdeals&lt;br /&gt;-printed out the web orders (WORK)&lt;br /&gt;-showed Laulita videos of Dexter playing with Bella&lt;br /&gt;-answered the phone (WORK)&lt;br /&gt;-cleaned out the fridge&lt;br /&gt;-ran to the dumpster to throw out old stuff from fridge&lt;br /&gt;-realized the back door was locked so had to run around to the front...brrr...&lt;br /&gt;-refilled the sugar -ate some coffee cake... yum!&lt;br /&gt;-attempted to unlock the back door&lt;br /&gt;-went and asked Toni to refresh my memory on how to unlock the back door&lt;br /&gt;-ripped January off my desk calendar&lt;br /&gt;-updating my Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yes, I have such a hard job this time of year, but in a few months I won't even have enough time to drink my coffee... I kind of wish our season lasted a bit longer. 3 months off would be nice rather then like 7 or 8ish. We have approximately 4 months of crazy busy time, then it stops BOOM... nothing... we go from 30 graduations in a weekend, every weekend to 1 graduation a month, if that. Its crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I hear chatting going on outside my office... gotta head out there and join in!! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113880417552581659?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113880417552581659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113880417552581659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113880417552581659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113880417552581659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/quite-time.html' title='quite time...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113867171043314070</id><published>2006-01-30T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:45:25.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;car·ri·er&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(n.)&lt;br /&gt;Medicine. A person or an animal that shows no symptoms of a disease but harbors the infectious agent of that disease and is capable of transmitting it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Jeremy &amp;amp; I have lived together, he has had more colds then ever, and we are pretty sure it has to do with me, he seems to get whatever MY co-workers have had, but I don't get them, I think its kind of funny... he does not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I actually have a cough, but thats all... nothing to be too concerned over but I just love the fact that I am a 'carrier'!! WOOHOO for spread disease!! :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113867171043314070?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113867171043314070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113867171043314070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113867171043314070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113867171043314070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/carrier-n.html' title=''/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113725702099801409</id><published>2006-01-14T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:43:41.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I get a daily horoscope, and sometimes it weird... like today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your energy levels are off the charts! So what are you going to do with this cosmic cornucopia of creativity and excitement?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic Cornucopia? Where the hell do they get these phases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one from my monthy horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...your ability to communicate what's on your mind (and in your heart) will reach a Mount Everest-type high."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Mount Everest-type high, wow, wish I actually could feel these things, cause they definitely aren't me, especially today, up at 7am, nice walk with D-money, napped from 8:30-9:30am cause I felt like ass, still in my pj's now, been using my lap top all morning... ya I call that 'cosmic cornucopia of laziness'!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113725702099801409?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113725702099801409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113725702099801409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113725702099801409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113725702099801409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-get-daily-horoscope-and-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113717454900433504</id><published>2006-01-13T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:49:09.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD!! I just got a call-back!! Ok, well let me start over... so Jeremy has this customer (computer related customer!) and they are looking for a Sales Support person, and the job seems a lot like what I do know, but they are willing to pay more, so he mentioned me and they ask him to send my resume... so we did on Wed. night and today I get a call!! Monday I am going in for the interview and I am so very very nervous! I am excited but nervous at the same time! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, deep breaths... I am getting Galinha Alentjana for lunch today, its a Portugese dish from Laulita's restaurant with SOGGY FRENCH FRIES (thats my desciption but damn do they taste good!) , ok well not her restaurant but its where she works after she leaves here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113717454900433504?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113717454900433504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113717454900433504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113717454900433504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113717454900433504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-god-i-just-got-call-back-ok-well.html' title=''/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113709494529251064</id><published>2006-01-12T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:42:25.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>speak up...</title><content type='html'>So I am not one for speaking up, but if I was honestly upset about something there comes a point when you need to say something. For example, let say your work decides to take a paid holiday away from you, but they only decide 4 days before the actual holiday. Now, if you already made plans you figure your screwed right, well if you say something about it they may actually listen and let you get away with having it off and still getting paid. But you will never know if you don't ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113709494529251064?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113709494529251064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113709494529251064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113709494529251064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113709494529251064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/speak-up.html' title='speak up...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113701195073258524</id><published>2006-01-11T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:39:10.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when is enough really enough?</title><content type='html'>So Jeremy &amp; I have this guy, our bartender, Michael. He treats us well, and sometimes too well. 'same pour' is something I hear everytime, which is great, but lately its turned in to too much. Do I tell him, no thank you I will just have water? Hello, he is giving me FREE martini's... how do I say NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the other day we went there for a nice lunch with one of Jeremy's co-workers at 1pm, many pours later we left, I don't remember the ride home, all I know is I woke up at like 8:30pm then went back to bed at 9pm. Too many pours... but damn were they good, and FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... such a dilemma I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113701195073258524?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113701195073258524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113701195073258524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113701195073258524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113701195073258524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-is-enough-really-enough.html' title='when is enough really enough?'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113586624313799482</id><published>2005-12-29T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:24:03.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where does the time go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So ya, Christmas is over, almost New Years... went to Daytona Beach for 4 days before Christmas, it was nice, but cold, but good change of scenary for a few days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas was crazy... went from our house, to Jeremy's mom's house, to my parents house, to Jeremy's dad's house... ate WAAAAAYYYY too much food at all of them! But overall it went well, gave some great stuff, got some great stuff, spend some time with the families... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K... I finally did it, I made an appointment at Best Fitness to tour and possible join... god, I am such a loser... but oh well, hopefully it goes well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did Chili's with the Ladies last night, fun stuff! Started off by jumping into traffic to get Alison's attention so she could get a sweet parking spot! Ok, so it wasn't traffic cause we were in a parking lot but it was still dramatic! Dinner was good, service was crappy... but dessert... mmmm... were they good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next event... New Years... hopefully I can stay up that late... I am getting old you know!! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113586624313799482?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113586624313799482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113586624313799482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113586624313799482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113586624313799482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-does-time-go.html' title='where does the time go...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113320328352907453</id><published>2005-11-28T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:41:23.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss vacation</title><content type='html'>So ya, I think it should be mandatory to have the day you return from vacation be a 1/2 day... your body needs time to get back into this 'work' thing... UH... I am so dragging ass today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was awesome! Went out with the girls... TWICE!! Oh man... fun stuff!! Definitely can't wait til Christmas when everyone is around again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... mental rehydration... classic BS right there!! (and by BS I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; mean bull shit!) :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113320328352907453?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113320328352907453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113320328352907453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113320328352907453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113320328352907453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-vacation.html' title='i miss vacation'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113278822024698541</id><published>2005-11-23T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:23:40.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love vacation</title><content type='html'>ya I have had this whole week off and it has been amazing! Jeremy, Dexter and I hiked which was about 8 miles totally and it rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my 4 martini's at Giorgio's were free thanks to Michael, the best bar tender ever! Jeremy has a drink named after him at Giorgio's... ya we are VIP now!! Ha... I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Dexter to visit my work today to pick up some stuff... they all loved him, but how could they not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with THE GIRLS tonight and I am SOOOOOOO FREAKIN' EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is THANKSGIVING... mmm... non-stop eating, I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113278822024698541?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113278822024698541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113278822024698541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113278822024698541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113278822024698541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-vacation.html' title='i love vacation'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113224591368172602</id><published>2005-11-17T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:45:13.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shut 'em down!</title><content type='html'>So today our &lt;em&gt;handsome computer guy&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was in the office setting up the new server and such so we had to completely shut down our machines. Since my whole office revolves around using computers we all had nothing to do, so we chatted, had some coffee, enjoyed the break, which lasted about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that we should do that every day... why not have a 20 minutes break where EVERYONE in the office stops what they are doing and just chills for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya that would be great. I think it would increase productivity later in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;handsome computer guy = Jeremy (yes, my Jeremy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113224591368172602?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113224591368172602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113224591368172602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113224591368172602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113224591368172602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/shut-em-down.html' title='shut &apos;em down!'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113215738069456056</id><published>2005-11-16T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:09:40.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you know, but you have no idea...</title><content type='html'>So I am pretty convinced that the company I work for is NOT like any other. First off, there are 2 companies(for reference purposes: CPI &amp; OS) being run in this tini office, some employees overlap and work for both, some only work for 1 company. Right now there are approximately 10 people in the office, and I am the ONLY one working for CPI. The other girl who works for CPI comes in at noon, after she gets out of her radio job. Now, how is it that 2 people can run an entire company with no major problems, but the other 8-10 people can't seem to do anything right with the other company? Amazing. Well anyways, we get more memos in one then other companies get in an entire year, here is an examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want every desk to have a stack of scrap paper on it, clearly visible for the use of all.  If someone stops by any desk in the building they should be able to readily access a piece of scrap paper and a pen without having to search.  This is not a request it is a directive, and it is effective beginning today.  Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also got memos on parking, intercom paging procedure, lunch schedules, who gets to order food and who doesn't, dress code, absolutely no food or drink at desk (but only sometimes), and more memos about proper procedures then you can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of those may not seem like a big deal, but basically they are ridiculous cause we all know when a memo is coming, no one really enforces them, and if they are re-enforced its thru ANOTHER memo. I am convinced that no one wants to have face-to-face communication. The other funny thing is our office is tiny, you can hear someone sneeze from the other side of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing (and by best I mean most ridiculous) about my office is that the older women down stairs are much more loud, abnoxious and x-rated then the younger girls upstairs, but they don't get yelled at, we get yelled at every 5 seconds for talking too loud, even if its work-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I absolutely love my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113215738069456056?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113215738069456056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113215738069456056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113215738069456056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113215738069456056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-think-you-know-but-you-have-no.html' title='You think you know, but you have no idea...'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007824.post-113209631060206690</id><published>2005-11-15T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:35:14.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely a follower</title><content type='html'>No not a cult follower... just a blog follower?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha... ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuh, got myself one of them there blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19007824-113209631060206690?l=whowuddathunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113209631060206690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19007824&amp;postID=113209631060206690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113209631060206690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19007824/posts/default/113209631060206690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowuddathunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/definitely-follower.html' title='Definitely a follower'/><author><name>K-K-K-Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963980170032382882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/Idget516/DexterFaceGlowSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
