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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-12-14T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T22:41:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I SURVIVED!!! I feel like I should sing that Beyonce song.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago in the midst of hating OT and PBL I lost one of my earrings that my parents got me for getting into OT school.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty upset about it, but when I told my mom she was understanding and said to just keep an eye open for it and we'd deal with it later.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, after I finished my final (which was too freakin easy, thank God for Karen) I was driving in my car, looking for my cell phone and I felt something weird inbetween the seat cushion. IT WAS MY EARRING.&amp;nbsp; Life is weird.&amp;nbsp; When I hated OT my earring left me and then when I finally decided that maybe OT was okay and that maybe I could do this, it came back. WEIRRRDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.....Jan and Doug are coming to Kzoo tongiht and going to Waldos. Weird........</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-12-09T19:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-09T23:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-09T23:19:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ive been real moody lately. not sure what my deal is.&amp;nbsp; ive cried the past 3 nites. i never cry.&amp;nbsp; why am i becoming such a cry baby? i hope this is all jsut because i am stressed. i just want wednesday to get here and have it be 2:00.&amp;nbsp; i hate feeling like this.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-12-06T16:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T20:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T20:28:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got our death sentence pretty much handed to us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with an ever so lovely hot seat.&amp;nbsp; I will not miss those. Of course I get one that I don't know much about.&amp;nbsp; It was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; At least she thinks we have made some progress even if she did admit to thinking that we were total idiots at the midterm.&amp;nbsp; Perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fun at least.&amp;nbsp; For the 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the death sentence.&amp;nbsp; 29 pages of med records full of learning issues. Good lord.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Im goign to look back on this and laugh, but right now I just want to cry.&amp;nbsp; I think that everyone that has ever experienced PBL feels this way though.&amp;nbsp; I cant even picture what life post PBL will be like.&amp;nbsp; No one else knows what its like unless you have been through it. To explain it to someone doesnt give it justice.&amp;nbsp; YOu have to be there to understand the stress, frustrations and emotions that are involved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOod news:&lt;br /&gt;Got a summer job babysitting for Claire and Christopher. I am in love with the lady, seriously.&amp;nbsp; Shes an Ped OT at Bronson. Soooooooo incrediably nice.&amp;nbsp; She did one of her fieldworks at Mary Free Bed in outpatient Ped Rehab..ummm yeah thats what i want to do. WEIRRDDD.. its gonna be a good summer. Laying out by the pool, hanging out with Chris and Claire.&amp;nbsp; Ya know.&amp;nbsp; I might try to find another job since this is only going to be 30 hours a week, but it might be okay to just have that. Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now onto taking a shower since who knows when the next one will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to finish part one of the Mental Health final and try ot work on the boards for hte final.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-11-28T00:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-28T04:04:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-28T04:04:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;work sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i have three more freakin years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is graduating and getting real jobs.&lt;br /&gt;not me.&lt;br /&gt;ill be here with the same damn people for another century it seems like.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i just decide to be a teacher or something easy?</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-11-02T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-02T04:00:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-02T13:53:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This has seriously been the worst week in a long time. Probably the last year, maybe longer. I am not really sure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bongo almost died &lt;br /&gt;-PBL SP's are ridiculously good actors and make people want to die &lt;br /&gt;-I have to have surgery &lt;br /&gt;-I have to wear my bathing suit to class on Friday...yeah...wtf &lt;br /&gt;-I have to do a 2 hour presentation on Friday as well... &lt;br /&gt;-Oh yeah and I have to be at work at 7, because I lied. I dont have class till 10 so I still have 3 good hours to work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-And I didnt get the babysitting job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to die right now</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-10-26T22:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T02:22:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T02:22:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Good news all around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview today went really well I think. I really think that this might be the perfect babysitting job for me.&amp;nbsp; The kids seem like perfect angels. I mean for peats sake the girl is writing a book right now and she loves reading and writing.&amp;nbsp; I think we could really have a lot of fun together. The only problem is that shes interviewing 7 other people for the job as well. We shall see. She said that she'd call next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really getting a lot done on our FOR presentation and I think its going to be a good one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBL is becoming managable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get working on this midterm so that perhaps this weekend I can have a life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-10-19T11:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T15:41:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T15:41:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, one would think i would be feeling a huge sense of relief right now. i am not though. i am just as nervous as i was before i met with stupid jackie.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-10-04T19:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T23:37:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T23:37:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel that I am a fairly understanding person. I know that things happen, life happens, and I realize that sometimes you just can't do certain things.&amp;nbsp; However....there comes a point where I have got to say "WTF"&amp;nbsp; For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student groups such as high school organizations, high schools in general, middle school students, honor students, church groups, all enjoy visits to visit Western's campus.&amp;nbsp; This year we have been overwhelmed with groups that want to come visit, which is great.&amp;nbsp; However, many groups are not able to schedule their dream day of the week because we are already booked. Most people are fairly understanding of this and I help them to find another date that will work out. Our first special tours were scheduled for last week. We had two scheduled and one group of 50 cancelled 12 hours in advance.&amp;nbsp; This week we had 4 groups scheuled and one cancelled, 3 days in advance (little more curteous).&amp;nbsp; What really frustrates me is that 3 other tour groups really wanted to come this Friday, however, I had to politely tell them no.&amp;nbsp; It is so frustrating for all of the work that I do to accomodate these people and then they cancel like its no bodys business. Counselors schedule their high school visits so that they can come back and talk to these students, the cafeteria ladys work harder to be able to feed these people. I take the time to send out confirmation letters to these people with every possible thing htey would need and then they freakin cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...I thought that by not being in the townhouse for more than 2 hours a day, I would eliminate roomate issues. Nope, not possible. My roomates are the laziest people I have ever met. There has been dishes piled up in the sink for about a week now.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I ate dinner here for the first time in about a week.&amp;nbsp; Ive seen the dishes in the sink but thought that they were there because the dishwasher was being run and someone was too lazy to unload the dishwasher. I could kind of understand that.&amp;nbsp; So I open the dishwasher and find that it is 1/2 full with dirty dishes. Yes the dishes have been sitting there in the sink for at least a week because they are too lazy to place htem in the dishwasher which is about 2 inches away from the sink.&amp;nbsp; Recently we got new mail boxes which are about a 30 second walk from our front door.&amp;nbsp; I informed them of our changed mailbox location 2 days ago when I found out and delivered everyone their mail. Then today I ask Lauren if shes gottne the mail at all in the past 2 days and she admits "No I haven't its too far away and you have to go up that hill to get it." You're joking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have my own house that I can keep as clean as I like. I can also put paint it whatever colors I wish and put whatever I want on the walls. I can have whatever furniture I want as well and I can control who comes in and out of my home. Can't wait to have my own kids and not have to watch others bratty ones.&amp;nbsp;As far as my own job, I have one of those and well yeah, I'm scared of being a real live OT. Ive tried being a fake one and its not working out so well. We will see though...</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-09-20T21:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T01:22:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T01:22:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After an 8 hour day of sitting in the same seat for 3 hours at a time, I am having a hard time concentrating on my reading assignment. Not sure why.&amp;nbsp; Hmm...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite stressful, to say the least.&amp;nbsp; Started off with a lovely meeting about Fieldwork.&amp;nbsp; The fieldwork itself seems like its going to be the easy part. The shots and crap that needs to be done before it however, seems like it could be quite stressful/painful/expensive.&amp;nbsp; I think the thing that scared me most was the idea of Level 2 Fieldworks.&amp;nbsp; Being able to travel around the country and practice seems like a great idea. However, I just don't think that I can do it.&amp;nbsp; Having to think about this all of a sudden is quite scary. What do I want to do? Do I want to go to Virginia?&amp;nbsp; Do I want to go to Grand Rapids? She said that we could probably do our second Level 1s in Grand Rapids. Would I rather just do the Mary Free Bed thing then?&amp;nbsp; Would I even get in there?&amp;nbsp; So many things to think about.&amp;nbsp; I know that you want me to experience all that I can experinece, but right now I have tears in my eyes even thinking about leaving you and I know it'd only probably only be for 3 months, and I know that none of this would even happen for another year.&amp;nbsp;Needless to say this was a lot to think about at 10 am.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we got to PBL.&amp;nbsp; Karen was gone so we had Jackie. That was quite stressful. She kept asking us questions that we had no idea how to answer or even what she was talking about. We all feel like we got jipped. Jackie seems like such a better teacher and seemed to actually be helpful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got to the seminar part of the day after working through lunch, Jackie gave us stress balls. It was quite fun. That is until in the middle of class mine busted open.&amp;nbsp; Flour everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.&amp;nbsp; My pants, shirt, notebook, planner, pen, chair, desk.&amp;nbsp; Flour makes quite the mess, incase you didnt know.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was just thankful that I didn't puke. They said that I could break as many stress balls as I wanted, just as long as I didnt puke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how much better I have gotten to know these girls in the past week.&amp;nbsp; I like it, a lot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-09-18T12:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T16:42:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-18T16:42:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate pbl. pretty sure its not normal to not know what youre doing. pretty sure we spent a week figuring out what was wrong with this kid, then to find out today that it doesnt matter what he has. pretty sure we researched 20 different assessments and when we asked karen if he was assessed with these, she said no to every single one.&amp;nbsp; shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is stupid too. not really liking being called on my hour break from class, to ask if i can stay longer 2 days this week. remember when i only wanted to work 10 hours a week? yeah its about 20 now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation. is it christmas yet?</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-09-06T09:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T13:42:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T13:42:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cubs game last nite was sooooooooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really worried that we were going to get to Chicago and then get rained on and not be able to go to the game. That was not the case at all though.&amp;nbsp; We were under the awning so even if it did rain (which it did for like 10 minutes) we wouldnt get wet.&amp;nbsp; On the way down there there wasnt even an ounce of traffic which was really lucky on our behalf.&amp;nbsp; We rode the subway to the game which I was kind of scared of getting lost, but Burpee is a master navigator so Im not sure why I was worried.&amp;nbsp; I got kind of "Thomased" and had to sit and watch the Cubs practice like 2 hours before the game. The good thing about showing up early though, is that you get 25% off all food and drinks up to an hour before the game. We got 4 hotdogs, a brauworst, a brownie ice cream sandwich and a pop for $17. Not bad. Especailly since parking ended up costing $27.&amp;nbsp; TOo bad the Cubs lost, but for a long while we had hope that they might pull it off. After the game Burpee and I took all of the leftover suvinaner cups that people left. We ended up collecting 50 of them!!! Everyone kept looking at us funny on the subway and as we were walking through town with our 50 cups, but we liked it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and all of the monkeys got to go in teh car with us. Burpee made sure they wore their seatbelts, don't worry.</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-09-04T14:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T18:28:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T18:28:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's hard to believe that another summer has come and gone.&amp;nbsp; Where the heck did it go? What the heck did I do? It feels like it went by so quickly and how dare it be over. At the same time though it seems like Summer 1 was like years ago.&amp;nbsp; Highlights included...&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;li&gt;Going to the pool at UClub along with trips to South Haven&lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;4th of July festivities&lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;being up north with my mom&lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;not having to babysit as much as usual&lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;being able to legally drink&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm a tad bit worried about how I am going ot manage this whole work and school thing. Work is going to be a lot more demanding than ever at times and I'm hoping that I can handle it.&amp;nbsp; School, well, who knows how thats all gonna work out. I didn't even understand the freaking email that she sent out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save some money by entering Target for at least a month.&amp;nbsp; Everytime I step foot into that store I spent $20 on things that I think I need, but really could probably live without.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck, that store is like a magnet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-08-02T18:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T22:39:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T22:39:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can't imagine what Julia and Mary Jo are going through right now. I would not want to be in either one of their positions.&lt;br /&gt;*Ashley is soon going to be the favorite&lt;br /&gt;*I hate packing shit and moving. It's so freakin stressful. I feel my chest tightening up just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;*I don't wanna go to freakin Camp Came True.&amp;nbsp; If I dont get paid more I'm going to be irate.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm going to Rehab Family Camp. Kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;*I am scared for you to go to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-07-24T11:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T16:28:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T16:28:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sorry that you had to work over 40 hours last week. Last time I checked you were doing nothing else. Honestly, I can't remember the last summer (besides this one of course) when I wasn't working at least 50 hours a week babysitting, even when I was taking summer classes.&amp;nbsp; Sorry about your luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysat this weekend for the little shits. I left with a really unsettling feeling.&amp;nbsp; I have been watching Max, Kay, and Jacob pretty much since Jacob was born.&amp;nbsp; For the first few years of Jacob's life I was more his mother than anyone else.&amp;nbsp;His first word&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;"Ma Ma" then "Katie".&amp;nbsp; Since I've been gone, 3 years the kids have gone from typical&amp;nbsp;toddlers and typical boys to outrageous, awfully behaved kids.&amp;nbsp; The words "please" and "thank you" are totally out of their vocabulary.&amp;nbsp; Kay will just randomly hit or kick someone if hes bored.&amp;nbsp; Max loves to say "shut up". Jacob loves to say "you're stupid", "you're an idiot" "I hate you" etc.&amp;nbsp; The kids have no work ethic. If you ask them to do anything that they dont want to do they just totally ignore you. Then if you ask again they will most likely starting crying and throw themselves on the ground. On Friday I told them that we needed to go outside and play and all 4 of them immediately started crying. How many kids do you knwo that start crying when you tell them they have to go outside and play? I know 4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim hasn't been there for them really much of their lives. It's not because shes working too much and trying to provide for her family. Nope, thats for sure not it. It's because shes too busy having a social life. She's too busy golfing, "volunteering", doing favors for people, shopping, and doing whatever else she does. Oh yeah, and she does have to work about 3 hours a week. She hires "babysitters" for her children while she is gone during hte evening (which of course is the only time that she would really have ot spend with her kids since they are in school all day).&amp;nbsp; These babysitters are very nice girls, I was one of them at one point. These girls however, are involved in other things in their lives. Most of them are working for Kim about 20 hours a week for Kim, some have other jobs as well, and of course going to school 8 hours a day.&amp;nbsp; Plus high school activiites.&amp;nbsp; In the summer time, Kim expects these people to work about 12-14 hours a day, 5 days a week, and then 5 or 6 another 2 days a week.&amp;nbsp;Oh and for all of this you will get paid an average of $8 an hour&amp;nbsp;if youre lucky.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You however, get the same amount of money if you play with the kids and take them to&amp;nbsp;do special activiites or if you let them sit on their asses and watch tv all day. Something to&amp;nbsp;consider, for sure. &amp;nbsp;It would be alright with me if Kim was really working her butt off to provide for these children and if it was required for her to be gone all this time. However, it is not. Neither her or Keith really need to work. They could easily sit on their butts and doing nothing all day except play wtih their kids and still live in a half million dollar house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these kids have been raised by babysitters that are too scared to discipline them, they have turned into shitlins.&amp;nbsp; I don't blame the babysitters at all. You can't. THey are 18 years old. One of them is now pregnant and just graduated from high school 6 weeks ago. They don't get paid enough to watch the kids, do the laundry, unload the dishwasher, be a referee, chaufeur, and house cleaner 100 hours a week. It's just simply not enough.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts me to see how nutso these kids have gotten. On Saturday I took them for a "surprise". The surprise was going to the private airport next to Bishop and getting to watch the planes come in and out. We watched them fuel the planes up, we watched planes land and&amp;nbsp;take off.&amp;nbsp; Then the best surprise of it all was that Burpee flew in with his dad while we were sitting there. Burpees dad let the kids climb into the plane, put the headsets on, move the wings, play with the pedals, see how everything works. I thought it was pretty cool and the kids seemed to be having a good time. So we get back into the car after our 2 hour adventure and I say "So was the surprise a good one" and they say, "No it wasn't We didnt get to go anywhere. It was dumb". I wanted to kill them. What the fuck. How can it not be a good surprise. Sorry that you are so spoiled that you can't appreciate something fun when it hits you in the face. Pretty sure not many 5 or 7 year olds get to do those things.&amp;nbsp; We also made cement stepping stones which htey seemed to have a good time with. After kIm and Keith got home we showed the stones to them and Kim is just like oh yeah you've made these before these didnt turn out very well. Well ya know what, fuck you. I did more with your kids than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and.....Kim is telling me on Friday some things about the weekend and such. So she tells me that we have to go to this birthday party with all 4 of the kids on Sunday at 2. THe lady gave her directions to her house, but Kim didn't really understand the directions, so I'm going to have to call this lady that I don't know and get directions. Ughh...no dont think so. The kids have never met this girl, Kim isn't really sure of the girl whos party it is, and she thinks she is turning 2 but not really sure. THey have a present for her in the dining room.&amp;nbsp; So Mike and I really don't want to go ot this party and neither do the kids really.&amp;nbsp; We go anyways though and I guess it was an alright party. THe kids knew 2 other kids so it was alright. But there were only 7 kids at the entire thing and 4 of them were the Whitmores. Couldn't exactly leave wihtout making a big deal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now. And pretty much to recap, providing a loving home to your children where you are available and wanting to take part of your childs life will create well behaved, loving children.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-07-16T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T03:09:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T03:09:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is so freakin hot in this house. pretty sure its hotter in here than it is outside and supposively we have air in the house. yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting sick of being home. my bed here sucks, not only is it lonely but its also harder than a rock. infact, id rather be sleeping on a rock.&amp;nbsp; it is also fairly small and smells funny.&amp;nbsp; someone needs to send jan and doug the memo that after 10 years and a dial up connection, computers need to be replaced.&amp;nbsp; i am pretty sure we could donate it to a museum.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of doctors appointments and other random shit to do this week.&amp;nbsp; lets hope that it goes by fast. then its just me and hte monsters this weekend.&amp;nbsp; all weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i dont like it when you are a drunken idiot.</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-07-12T21:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T01:36:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T01:36:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;its hard to believe that last year at this time not seeing him for a week was typical. that was the usual. 2 weeks was hard, but we could make it.&amp;nbsp; 3 was even harder but we'd survive. now we've been apart for 3 days and all i want to do is cry. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;its been fun just being up here with my mom. we've done lots of scrapbooking adn other fun things. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;just miss him so freakin much. only another 2 weeks. shoot me now. really, im not sure if i can make it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fourth of July fun</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T13:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T13:59:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fireworks with the Burpee's was definetly a good time. We laid by the lake all day and went swimming. Julia got this huge, life size blow up monkey that she named George.&amp;nbsp; She didn't really enjoy playing with him as much as I did&amp;nbsp;I dont think. I contently laid on top of him in the water for some of the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Ate far too much food, but it was just too good not to.&amp;nbsp; Fireworks were very fun. At times I thought they were going to land on me.&amp;nbsp; My favorite was obviously the sparklers though. They never get old, no matter how old you are.&amp;nbsp; Can't go wrong with making smores either. So delicious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy packing my room up every free moment that I've had in the past week.&amp;nbsp; IT is really empty now.&amp;nbsp; Just my computer, bed, dresser, and tv left really.&amp;nbsp; Hard to believe that its already been a year.&amp;nbsp; I now wish that I wasn't moving. Never thought I would say that.&amp;nbsp; Moving is just such a pain in the butt. I can't imagine moving an entire house full of stuff.&amp;nbsp; I think once I buy my first house I'm just gonna live there forever. It will be much easier that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for up north in a few hours. I'll be up there for a little over a week and then home in GB for a week.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it will be nice and relaxing up there and I wont get too sick of my parents.&amp;nbsp; No burpee for at least two and a half weeks. I've been way too lucky getting to see him pretty much everyday for the past year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-07-06T09:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T13:51:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T13:51:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I just found my journal that I started in April of 2003 and had written in sparatically until November 13, 2004.&amp;nbsp; Before each entry I had a quote that someone said, some were said by friends, others were said by famous people and even a teacher quote.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2004&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay's brother and his friend are coming tonight.&amp;nbsp; I don't even want to go out tonight. It's cold and rainy. I just wanna lay here and watch a movie and do my hw. (It's a good thing I went out that nite or else I wouldnt have met Burpee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2004&lt;br /&gt;What a freakin weekend. I met a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the&amp;nbsp;last quote that I wrote was, "You just want me to be drunk so you can take advantage of me," and "Are you really a stupid slut?" both by Burpee. At that time we weren't even dating. The entry to follow says, "Burpee makes me laugh. I think I'm falling for him. I'm not sure if thats a good or a bad thing. Last nite we hung out at the dancer party. He was wasted and I was 'just buzzin'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe how much has happened since November 13.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-06-18T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T00:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T00:38:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wouldn't ya know as soon as I start getting along with the 2 roomates that we hated before, I start to dislike the 3rd that Im going to have to live with next year.&amp;nbsp; I always hate my roomates, its a given. WTF. Why can't I just get along with others?&amp;nbsp; Am I really that hard to please?&amp;nbsp; I'm really regretting moving into the townhouse next year already. I wish we would have decided to live in Lake Forest where we could have moved in whenever we wanted and then stayed until whenever we wanted. Instead I am going to have ot move once again after next year is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to believe that the summer semester is almost over.&amp;nbsp; Only 2 classes this week and then one day of class the following week.&amp;nbsp; I need to finish that damn book tonight so that I can finish the discussion questions when I'm done or at least by tomorrow. Then I've got to get working on my 10 pager.&amp;nbsp; Goal is to get that done by the weekend so I can just show up to class and be done with it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lot happier I think the last few weeks, but last nite I had a breakdown.&amp;nbsp; All about a stupid clogged toilet.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know. Moral of the story: double flush the fing toilet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really saddens me that drama has taken over the workplace. I feel like it used to be a lot more fun than it is now. Maybe its just summer and theres not enough of us to make it fun or something. I also feel like everyone is leaving.&amp;nbsp; I need to work on having a more open mind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orignally I was going to plan on being up north for the entire month of July, but who knows now. I feel like its just going to be my parents and all of their friends. Doesn't sound real thrilling to me for some reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my life all planned out now. From now until 2018 when my third child (my baby girl) is born.&amp;nbsp; Pretty sure Burpee thinks Im freakin nuts.</content>
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    <title>good boyfriends make good birthdays</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T20:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T20:52:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some Mexican Fiesta thing...thanks to Dena</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I am still alive, for those of you who were worried. I survived my 21st in just one piece.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first surprise came Wednesday afternoon. I had asked Burpee the nite before if he had gotten me a dildo for my birthday. He said yes in a goofy looking face and kind of looked upset that I had guessed. I of course was freaking out. I didn't want a dildo for my freakin birthday. As selfish and I was being, I couldn't help but think that that was the worst 21st birthday present ever, especially since we've been dating a year and a half. I was quite upset, so when the package finally came on Wednesday, I didnt even want to open it.&amp;nbsp; It however looked like quite a large box for a dildo, so I decided to check it out. Inside I found a bear oir with a manly Cub's uniform for Bongoo and a sexy swimsuit for Bongita.&amp;nbsp; I was beside myself with excitement.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't&amp;nbsp; believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second surprise on Thursday was equally as good. Burpee invited about 10 people over for dinner. He made pork chops (my fav), spaghetti (for the vegeterian, Julianne), salad, and cake!!&amp;nbsp; Champagne was included as well. It was a really good idea to have a hearty dinner in me before the evening festivities. He's such a thinker!&amp;nbsp; We then went out to the bar with a bunch of people. Before I was allowed to step into the bar I was required to sing "Im a little teapot" with the hand motions with this other kid whose birthday it was.&amp;nbsp; IT was quite silly, but made me smile because I know that I will forever remember that.&amp;nbsp; I also had to lay over the bar and do a birhtday shot.&amp;nbsp; The bar tender pretty much just poured a shitton of alcohol in my mouth.&amp;nbsp; It was generally a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Friday, which I generally don't have many memories of. Surprise 3 was a coldstone birthdya cake - MMMMMint...delcious.&amp;nbsp; Charlie also got me a HAPPY BIRTHDAY Curious George. It was so thoughtful of him.&amp;nbsp; George is currently looking for a girlfriend, so if you know of any nice lady friends...And thats all the details I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Burpees and his mom made me a freakin amazing monkey cake. Seriously, it was so good and so finely crafted.&amp;nbsp; I got some sweet stuff there as well. The best though is my monkey t-shirt to match the rest of the families puffy paint collection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I'd say this was the best birthday yet.&amp;nbsp; I was surrounded by wonderful friends and taken very well care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Dena like whoa. I really, really, really dont want her to leave me.&amp;nbsp; She made me some sweet cds though that are going to be left in my car until she comes back.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-05-15T13:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T17:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T17:28:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i make everyone else a priority, but i am just everyones option that they blow off and decide not to take.</content>
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    <title>AHHHHHHHHH</title>
    <published>2006-05-11T21:06:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-11T21:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I need to figure out some new stress management techniques. When I get stressed I either puke or get massive canker sores. I feel like I'm going to puke right now and I have 4 canker sores, 2 small, 2 mammoth. These do not feel good, believe me. I might go to yoga tonight, I just wish that I had someone to go with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am stressed/&amp;nbsp;worried&amp;nbsp;about....&lt;br /&gt;-Work&lt;br /&gt;- 10 papers&lt;br /&gt;- 1000 pages of reading&lt;br /&gt;- Power point presentation&lt;br /&gt;-Dying on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;-People showing up to my birthday&lt;br /&gt;-my room being messy&lt;br /&gt;-my mom and dad coming to visit&lt;br /&gt;-not being able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-my doctors appointment&lt;br /&gt;-getting all of the stuff done that i need to&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah and Brad&lt;br /&gt;-parking pass&lt;br /&gt;-moving into the townhouse&lt;br /&gt;-roomates&lt;br /&gt;-being fat&lt;br /&gt;-not having enough time in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could add onto this list, but thats all that I could thing of in a 2 minute time span.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a nap or something.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-05-05T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T20:44:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T20:44:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What a wonderful week it has been..no classes and no work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been real busy watching Sex and the City DVD's and sleeping in.  Got a pedicure and an eyebrow waxing as well.  Did some shopping and some birthday planning.  I feel refreshed and ready for 6 weeks full of school and work and then more of this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the birthday party.....its gonna be freakin awesome!</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-04-25T08:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T12:59:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-25T12:59:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I sure hope that someone from above is looking after me right now.</content>
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    <title>katieeeeeee @ 2006-04-22T14:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T18:35:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Last nite was pretty much one of the best nites of my life. We seriously had so much fun.  Banquet was real fun. After coming home from it I just felt on top of the world. All things that are said there are so positive and Scott and Jill just telling everyone how great they are and how much of an impact all of us have on the other staff in the admissions office and on the guests, just makes you feel so good about yourself.  Also hearing about how the office has impacted peoples lives so much, and as corny as it sometimes sounds, its so true.  I am so lucky to have found this job at the perfect time. The after banquet party was out of control. So much fun.  Dena, Erin and I...wow. And Amy Spencer too. Whenever something was funny we would go "porch it".  Soooooo funny.  We hid Anne Frank style in the attic from the cops. Lauren suggested that if the cops were to find us that we pretend we are lesbians and make out. Dena didnt like that idea, she wanted to just act like we were passed out.  Gosh... what a fun nite. I love those kids.  Tonight should be pretty sweet too. Hangin out with the K gang, as usual since it is Saturday.  Wow. I love my life.</content>
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