tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82809624139064725402024-02-19T16:06:45.650-08:00The CastleCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-16867319786844867192010-04-23T13:26:00.000-07:002010-04-23T13:55:00.940-07:00First time for everythingIt has been a long time coming, <br />but I finally did it, <br />I finally drove to Saskatoon. <br />It was my first trip to the toon, <br />and now I can't figure out why <br />it took me so long to get there.<br /><br />It was a great weekend as far as weather goes too, which may have added to the greatness I attribute to Saskatoon, because it was the first hot weekend of the year. And I love all things hot:<br />food<br />weather<br />candies<br />boys<br /><br />So the fact that the sun was hot and shining and we did such things as played soccer and football, went to a walk-in DQ, and had a bbq while lounging and tanning on the balcony... definitely contributed to my love of the weekend and my first time in Saskatoon.<br /><br />Another first occurred Friday afternoon.<br />I was Trent's patient.<br />Yep.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOoTwMxO8X4rbCgNK2mWcLljPhqIsNw8o1eugqa6BAtQi32t6N0Uvg7WkJA-ZdxluKEPev8wAv5OqTYsXl28PPDl2pBdXlJ_OMuHxHJEnxR1jgNKue4Cx5cY4WARkseUqL1JpBmKuKc52l/s1600/April+%2710+050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOoTwMxO8X4rbCgNK2mWcLljPhqIsNw8o1eugqa6BAtQi32t6N0Uvg7WkJA-ZdxluKEPev8wAv5OqTYsXl28PPDl2pBdXlJ_OMuHxHJEnxR1jgNKue4Cx5cY4WARkseUqL1JpBmKuKc52l/s320/April+%2710+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463434942340303890" /></a><br />Even after being a clinical teacher for the U of A's 2nd year dental students and knowing how chaotic it is and how little they know - I still got in the chair.<br />Trent is brilliant though, so I really wasn't afraid.<br />And I put a lot of trust in the fact that he kinda likes me and would therefore do his very best and try very hard not to hurt me - especially because he knows I know what he's doing.<br /><br />It was a great afternoon. We even made friends with the middle-aged dental hygienist who didn't used to like Trent because she thought he was a slacker and didn't respect dental hygienists. Turns out, once she knew he was dating one, all the wrath melted away and she became very friendly and ended up finding some burnished calculus on the mesial of my 33 (that's a shout out to my dentally inclined friends - sorry to the rest of you) and got rid of it for me and my papilla was already looking much better even by Sunday.<br /><br />We went 5 pin bowling Friday night with a great crew and had a friendly competition between couples (dating or strangers, we paired everyone up) and Trent and I totally dominated. But that wasn't a first :) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkzoYl_SdH7-MQtEHey6VNsNErXZeqPufOfUiJaCdIjmiZ5iHEKTUTlcZ1ADXWxxWZzed12Y3tSY0dOEjlXO9b9Fqsr7VDCuULLfBSnfemYGJEXOiDNzNAavAwL0a8L0abvqfZ9swcgLl/s1600/April+%2710+051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkzoYl_SdH7-MQtEHey6VNsNErXZeqPufOfUiJaCdIjmiZ5iHEKTUTlcZ1ADXWxxWZzed12Y3tSY0dOEjlXO9b9Fqsr7VDCuULLfBSnfemYGJEXOiDNzNAavAwL0a8L0abvqfZ9swcgLl/s320/April+%2710+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437512987826786" /></a><br />Side story: I was totally kicking Trent's butt (because yes I was secretly competing with my partner) the entire first game, right up to the final frame. Somehow in that 10th frame he managed to not only catch up, but beat me. Seriously?! I was so frustrated and shocked. I had been schooling him. I don't know how he managed to pull out that win. Dang luck.<br /><br />So Saskatoon isn't that bad, I really quite liked it even. Okay I loved it.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-81638125611858256652010-04-21T20:26:00.000-07:002010-04-21T21:10:28.161-07:00Colourful NightNot a lot of pics because I was a little pre-occupied, but it was a good night.<br /><br />I love a lot of things and a good reason to dress up is one of them; be it costume or ball gown, I'll take it. So I didn't quite have a ball gown on hand... but some girls did.<br /><br />We had a great committee put together, how I got made co-chair is beyond me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyxJTWlQy7og0nCTPy78m_Evl8ZOOX5zO8geyQR2MawE1u1vMV7RnEglCNrAsYOY-UyfueNUgtbNKY983mgUVG8tdMePxJRWv_FPAcXP5tGeMJNKsyTtnnYb06xWj4EPbhyphenhypheniQf7kftE9H/s1600/Colour+Night+%2710+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyxJTWlQy7og0nCTPy78m_Evl8ZOOX5zO8geyQR2MawE1u1vMV7RnEglCNrAsYOY-UyfueNUgtbNKY983mgUVG8tdMePxJRWv_FPAcXP5tGeMJNKsyTtnnYb06xWj4EPbhyphenhypheniQf7kftE9H/s320/Colour+Night+%2710+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462806645141097154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSVKqyE9aSSeZgeHU6wjJBqfedZqy510K86wGVAMYKFAu6e1l6Vtq0nBKMPb53eC9iBFp3UdpN9qOUWlGoy_6JEUN5rf_upxC2nZZ4PUAILEqZMfZdkj1cNWFt2phdezARZQfuWIxmyz_2/s1600/Colour+Night+%2710+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSVKqyE9aSSeZgeHU6wjJBqfedZqy510K86wGVAMYKFAu6e1l6Vtq0nBKMPb53eC9iBFp3UdpN9qOUWlGoy_6JEUN5rf_upxC2nZZ4PUAILEqZMfZdkj1cNWFt2phdezARZQfuWIxmyz_2/s320/Colour+Night+%2710+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462806636181610178" /></a><br /><br />Lindsay was in charge of decorations and she is brilliant. She came to our second meeting with full sketches of how the gym would look. And it looked good. Even in sketch form. Several exhausting hours later and 12 too many trips up and down the giant ladder, the gym started to look like the sketches.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2p66gKu3A6teVJIRMI1d3Go68DVZsQxiXxYgdzvtZuVhgknSZJS1P3uWVQanueXE781ICA9h8cGZkL9IQNXVep6WnCCLdK52FQXIZ8jFdPpnW1UdLHHlLOvAHjA8ZQoUdisIuMKll0ymo/s1600/April+%2710+023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2p66gKu3A6teVJIRMI1d3Go68DVZsQxiXxYgdzvtZuVhgknSZJS1P3uWVQanueXE781ICA9h8cGZkL9IQNXVep6WnCCLdK52FQXIZ8jFdPpnW1UdLHHlLOvAHjA8ZQoUdisIuMKll0ymo/s320/April+%2710+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462802427434559090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DsklRAcQEJsA0iAIuXveGFWLlTpjwTjKglAMXa-Qy8z8YIPbzTUntoK6WzEULBTNhKZmm9jHZxf71XMkQS6s7uTrIajaHhBQE2wSgTQXnjbYEtwqG_XKTCikPUBiRmdIzWeYVqq9OcSF/s1600/April+%2710+022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DsklRAcQEJsA0iAIuXveGFWLlTpjwTjKglAMXa-Qy8z8YIPbzTUntoK6WzEULBTNhKZmm9jHZxf71XMkQS6s7uTrIajaHhBQE2wSgTQXnjbYEtwqG_XKTCikPUBiRmdIzWeYVqq9OcSF/s320/April+%2710+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462802418261917202" /></a><br /><br />Full with red carpet and piano man at the entrance (I just don't have a pic of the piano man because I actually never had a chance to go out to the entrance night of... kinda sad really - hope it was grand)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygzvWuycYiBSBWObm3BOkR_MuAvBzpN2dD-UPgTuTJY5Blk92qz03uCXziqlVsFhc3sPl4NJJBTCHMpri_SW-gaGk25hkk4hyW4xmtPhGn-fkLzCV1vp038t-3VgXtpvHJYKOFBppvyb6/s1600/April+%2710+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygzvWuycYiBSBWObm3BOkR_MuAvBzpN2dD-UPgTuTJY5Blk92qz03uCXziqlVsFhc3sPl4NJJBTCHMpri_SW-gaGk25hkk4hyW4xmtPhGn-fkLzCV1vp038t-3VgXtpvHJYKOFBppvyb6/s320/April+%2710+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462803205211622962" /></a><br /><br />Why didn't I ever get to see the entrance? Well as it turns out being made co-chair turned into being made co-mc.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFzYcY7w4ACb8fjwNLu0kZEYIiwQ9A8Y42T-KIpM2E0cDbrY-a6uhZIxQroBMwN2bGkKL8FWIC_X0W2mzZ36DXBG7lYzV2X_AUuJe3dK81WswHTRqewr2hbbf99flhfuuJBzV8H1mKoANc/s1600/Colour+Night+%2710.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFzYcY7w4ACb8fjwNLu0kZEYIiwQ9A8Y42T-KIpM2E0cDbrY-a6uhZIxQroBMwN2bGkKL8FWIC_X0W2mzZ36DXBG7lYzV2X_AUuJe3dK81WswHTRqewr2hbbf99flhfuuJBzV8H1mKoANc/s320/Colour+Night+%2710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462807784474327778" /></a><br /><br />But don't worry, busy as the night was, there is always time for a little photo opp...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraiYFARmRtdCSPrdfuafOEg5o_5nqllhgO6CotFeTbvnLvNqGYn2ErVGAyPhAQ23JqKDXBZXBSFYJPq6OEAk0sX6QycEvUuGKoTDk8TJZVPzA76F3RXsIFZPZZ5PvHvOA-tOk71daG3GZ/s1600/April+%2710+040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraiYFARmRtdCSPrdfuafOEg5o_5nqllhgO6CotFeTbvnLvNqGYn2ErVGAyPhAQ23JqKDXBZXBSFYJPq6OEAk0sX6QycEvUuGKoTDk8TJZVPzA76F3RXsIFZPZZ5PvHvOA-tOk71daG3GZ/s320/April+%2710+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462809156261810434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7l4T3isWcXWyGC9Lmc5c-oaAUm_lexfau48di_8NyTXXAzUq0ADNZUJ8UroYZIIlkTv-_HRq8ugFn8Dr3A42XDosvRYeroS6U6hRHC5V2mf81YXJQWD14Yzu-RsiG5iC4lNeS9qXglFN/s1600/April+%2710+041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7l4T3isWcXWyGC9Lmc5c-oaAUm_lexfau48di_8NyTXXAzUq0ADNZUJ8UroYZIIlkTv-_HRq8ugFn8Dr3A42XDosvRYeroS6U6hRHC5V2mf81YXJQWD14Yzu-RsiG5iC4lNeS9qXglFN/s320/April+%2710+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462809145937198674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKwqVUvqSo2VqLobeDHH5RYZUJPs5tpf5mlv5QQrenHLiLCigWHyW064meFmpA7LKZCiWbKEcoXuqIfREJIv63rTMYCqsVDaoQFiwq95aPjLBumDriYX-23-CP-RlzRh4ByTaLYaQeKXs/s1600/Colour+Night+%2710+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKwqVUvqSo2VqLobeDHH5RYZUJPs5tpf5mlv5QQrenHLiLCigWHyW064meFmpA7LKZCiWbKEcoXuqIfREJIv63rTMYCqsVDaoQFiwq95aPjLBumDriYX-23-CP-RlzRh4ByTaLYaQeKXs/s320/Colour+Night+%2710+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462809140025548962" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIYQIYyGq3Krsp2Zntqgsg6BVcMEiNrpN70rDJhS_Va0KwGFjUnidUCpHvba8-YszjgWywRgVdeX3k9PbVa-l6JD4q3Ro1beLWcy-GAMjh-JGpdElkXD4CbKYcLiq7wuaeduOMP7-jvqh/s1600/Colour+Night+%2710+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIYQIYyGq3Krsp2Zntqgsg6BVcMEiNrpN70rDJhS_Va0KwGFjUnidUCpHvba8-YszjgWywRgVdeX3k9PbVa-l6JD4q3Ro1beLWcy-GAMjh-JGpdElkXD4CbKYcLiq7wuaeduOMP7-jvqh/s320/Colour+Night+%2710+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462809132374962978" /></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-51275129505330213892010-04-13T18:26:00.000-07:002010-04-13T18:31:58.962-07:00It would seem wrong not to acknowledgeGLEE!!!!!! <br />TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Need I really say more? <br />No. <br />You know.<br />We are united in our love of Degrassi meets Highschool Musical drama and music and scandals.<br />The moment we have all been waiting for is finally here.<br />T - 2.5 hours<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMy-6kJP0jY<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMy-6kJP0jY"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-36593520379970678592010-04-12T18:56:00.000-07:002010-04-12T19:27:51.599-07:00EasternessMy family loves traditions. Like, move over Tevye the Frache's are in town and they LOVE tradition! Why do we do what we do? "Tradition!"<br /><br />As such, it being Easter weekend last weekend, what do the Frache's do? Dye eggs at grandma's and hunt for them the next day before easter dinner! These things are a given. Why? Tradition!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsbmBBzx3ePRDK_59m27TxX0ZQ11cnn2eCSO1kcmV7IPWJKuOinbcLEPuZdfAqemJdd0LtSxCvrSUSYB_CdfQ7BdEChOjGgV1zblVSmdcD3YsBO8DoyphYso3adM6ztdInm5QxsNSGQXc/s1600/April+%2710+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsbmBBzx3ePRDK_59m27TxX0ZQ11cnn2eCSO1kcmV7IPWJKuOinbcLEPuZdfAqemJdd0LtSxCvrSUSYB_CdfQ7BdEChOjGgV1zblVSmdcD3YsBO8DoyphYso3adM6ztdInm5QxsNSGQXc/s320/April+%2710+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459438918678159186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrxk2VVT6NmVHwKVg3H6-A0JqP06MKJCyl0FoALxKm5Hop7y3TZu59uCJSPjmpolbmchCBuhraHAniVZX8DhVXTO5Vn-BLXLK1EhBrkWjeeibvXfyRmTQCHTBhcHH84rvG9DGcVS0cQk6/s1600/April+%2710+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrxk2VVT6NmVHwKVg3H6-A0JqP06MKJCyl0FoALxKm5Hop7y3TZu59uCJSPjmpolbmchCBuhraHAniVZX8DhVXTO5Vn-BLXLK1EhBrkWjeeibvXfyRmTQCHTBhcHH84rvG9DGcVS0cQk6/s320/April+%2710+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459438911853531058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpk_o8L_Ktj6V_tNUKkJFoP5j5Qc0nPQkD3aSA5tiHSSzDn28KVgr5RRAU60H602g28Lb9QAU16kT84_Cw2IUFua_qKyd_yob7yxPVn41kfiyNJ5cn1is4nV2hIEcklR-3mv6qmbxqNZ5/s1600/April+%2710+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpk_o8L_Ktj6V_tNUKkJFoP5j5Qc0nPQkD3aSA5tiHSSzDn28KVgr5RRAU60H602g28Lb9QAU16kT84_Cw2IUFua_qKyd_yob7yxPVn41kfiyNJ5cn1is4nV2hIEcklR-3mv6qmbxqNZ5/s320/April+%2710+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459438899977111186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyOseKj_Hu9Nzl03is8_Wo6p-J6zBAsDnaQXiDjscAGLDha-AfJPiN-2iJL1gkE04XPJxnWjzVnCov96AQbRVWQzUKTC-MwI3HNgvb0bZ9-Zk-BAMqbbCNeqhN3DGPw3-Ahguf2eQYssR/s1600/April+%2710+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyOseKj_Hu9Nzl03is8_Wo6p-J6zBAsDnaQXiDjscAGLDha-AfJPiN-2iJL1gkE04XPJxnWjzVnCov96AQbRVWQzUKTC-MwI3HNgvb0bZ9-Zk-BAMqbbCNeqhN3DGPw3-Ahguf2eQYssR/s320/April+%2710+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459438893815250754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPCdbtcHOH_ghbdyNS3h7lIGjwtL5JWpS9YVBMxlz9fsFN4dhTYhUb1V6-kXAJ1M696YlnXQnsIwFlhwWGaPHxgoRandP8eBxPfV-_cBZ3dNbPOBJR2pHFeMjBnVHRYxisbbqYfntGVI/s1600/April+%2710+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPCdbtcHOH_ghbdyNS3h7lIGjwtL5JWpS9YVBMxlz9fsFN4dhTYhUb1V6-kXAJ1M696YlnXQnsIwFlhwWGaPHxgoRandP8eBxPfV-_cBZ3dNbPOBJR2pHFeMjBnVHRYxisbbqYfntGVI/s320/April+%2710+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459438891068048738" /></a><br />Dying easter eggs is so much fun. I wish I did it more than once a year. But perhaps then I wouldn't love it as much.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbm7Yp4Q3DyQkNk7v3AWW0d7zkDbqBQy5E_lp7BlFAUPNxR6lXg9-G4-yafXY7hgUSaCBm7WjJTtBmZme0NmFaMSD5meQFZnVuIaVaKB2e4t_OPq55Lv9fS1mdqAcNtWeeaQMfnQPEa41/s1600/April+%2710+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbm7Yp4Q3DyQkNk7v3AWW0d7zkDbqBQy5E_lp7BlFAUPNxR6lXg9-G4-yafXY7hgUSaCBm7WjJTtBmZme0NmFaMSD5meQFZnVuIaVaKB2e4t_OPq55Lv9fS1mdqAcNtWeeaQMfnQPEa41/s320/April+%2710+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442747180188786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoO9Hxj8VHRGPsZbuqspYMZRlqMTkOcED5XpVBu0zvVMf-hCsBnup9z3xM0dmUiTlQOVHTwV1bQutXQL-nIKMJozetpG49LXW5XO46coBql_CnBTy3ThGhE0P5m8C6iaL0PHHXv6pc9SV/s1600/April+%2710+016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoO9Hxj8VHRGPsZbuqspYMZRlqMTkOcED5XpVBu0zvVMf-hCsBnup9z3xM0dmUiTlQOVHTwV1bQutXQL-nIKMJozetpG49LXW5XO46coBql_CnBTy3ThGhE0P5m8C6iaL0PHHXv6pc9SV/s320/April+%2710+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442736272823730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZkp4XncLEoqD2bTMSd4lfXw3UFz50gZSl8EGdzwkt5kkZA9vKu_8NIEDBKy3a2_zDP1u3SHUJIVJ2X310hhXmzPM4CFqT4A1J3Y-zQcU2QEtEV8F2KyY5Pymv3iqRNtHcKefZz_CzbqX/s1600/April+%2710+017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZkp4XncLEoqD2bTMSd4lfXw3UFz50gZSl8EGdzwkt5kkZA9vKu_8NIEDBKy3a2_zDP1u3SHUJIVJ2X310hhXmzPM4CFqT4A1J3Y-zQcU2QEtEV8F2KyY5Pymv3iqRNtHcKefZz_CzbqX/s320/April+%2710+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442725798031298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzojXx3ewzLW017LmuDtr3HDM_XwnHInwcj6rYQ6tTD5w-2i__tfbLK_Qs7yUUFJJh0LMKxyYqgFzZ3hKdICvnVdGq5YGYLjEjxo2Lta3LZKhzFgeTbi1PSYYOlkGCw5F-z1FQUvyDx92/s1600/April+%2710+018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzojXx3ewzLW017LmuDtr3HDM_XwnHInwcj6rYQ6tTD5w-2i__tfbLK_Qs7yUUFJJh0LMKxyYqgFzZ3hKdICvnVdGq5YGYLjEjxo2Lta3LZKhzFgeTbi1PSYYOlkGCw5F-z1FQUvyDx92/s320/April+%2710+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442720516336290" /></a><br /><br />I love family, holidays, and yes - traditions!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-8340604779134776152010-04-12T18:36:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:55:24.133-07:00Name's on the list but face is a blankIt has been brought to my attention that it has been much too long since the castle's last blog entry. Where have I been you ask? Funny, my bishop is wondering the same thing. I finally got a phone call today saying that the bishop wants to meet with me. I moved into Millcreek at the beginning of December. I have never met the bishop. We are strangers to each other. Now don't go thinking I'm innactive. I am very active. Ask Bishop Willoughby. He has seen me more Sundays since Christmas break than my own bishop. <br /><br />You see, I have been MIA from Edmonton weekends 9 out of 12 Sundays since Christmas. I plead innocence though. I can't help that all of my friends decided to get married in February and March this year. Or that Michelle decided it'd be cool to spend a month in the hospital, causing me such anxiety that I simply had to go down and take her outside because she hadn't felt the sun in 2 weeks by the time I came to her relief! <br /><br />I think I've had perfectly reasonable explanations for my absenteeism. <br /><br />The only unfortunate thing is that I don't really foresee my attendance record in Millcreek improving any time soon... for example I'm going to Saskatoon this weekend so count me out once again (though last time I was at church, my name still wasn't on the attendance record so hey they can't be missing me that much). But it only conitues from there: I'll be going down to Lethbridge to play with Kortney before she gets married; she's getting married; you can count on a couple more sask trips; then it's summer and I hope everyone knows where my priority location is in the summer; and I'm going to Europe for a month June 23 - July 22. So as you can see... despite the fact that I have a career and really do spend plenty of time in Edmonton... my bishop may never know that... but now you do.<br /><br />My apologies for the lack of update (Michelle et al.) but I was busy running around trying to make everyone happy. Happy now?Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-5923541547390456102010-03-08T21:06:00.000-08:002010-03-14T12:12:26.262-07:00I am an Olympian!So while the internet has been on the fritz here at the castle, I've been off making spontaneous decisions. Like the one I made to go to the Olympics. Yep. Just up and bought a plane ticket and flew out a couple days later. Just because I could. And I wanted to. So from talking to Trent Monday night, to buying the plane ticket Tuesday and flying out Thursday, I randomly found myself at the Russia vs.Slovakia hockey game Thursday night. AND IT WAS FANTASTIC.<br /><br />Trent had bought us "reduced visibility tickets." We weren't entirely sure what that really meant and there was no way of knowing what would be reducing our visibility until we arrived. We were in row 5, in the corner, we had a great view of the ice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3kxLA48NqE7c9b1u6iJRDKT_SDADVpWWksHpPa9_V7yGLluTkwWp6MCIEyLvp5dBuFwiAGFTST8NEHRFpbo6YsJ6OdqTnwQ1jyf1oiSuT7-IgfE5V8eGJb5hkr3s2xjl5gGQxUndaZVx/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3kxLA48NqE7c9b1u6iJRDKT_SDADVpWWksHpPa9_V7yGLluTkwWp6MCIEyLvp5dBuFwiAGFTST8NEHRFpbo6YsJ6OdqTnwQ1jyf1oiSuT7-IgfE5V8eGJb5hkr3s2xjl5gGQxUndaZVx/s320/OLYMPICS'10+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448561037753797074" /></a><br /><br />We were so close we could feel the body checks.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFo8D8hzcvvm4o1ceQse-5p0dVcIWWGmBUIvnX9MRlLns5dyuBDn13yLg17CvMdR7dxOiBXifUaI-ojRFdE6v03sHE2db-G-EMJ_pl8ZqGG63hM2wgq8l_sBI4kBztv6nw-a81M2mkgOlc/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFo8D8hzcvvm4o1ceQse-5p0dVcIWWGmBUIvnX9MRlLns5dyuBDn13yLg17CvMdR7dxOiBXifUaI-ojRFdE6v03sHE2db-G-EMJ_pl8ZqGG63hM2wgq8l_sBI4kBztv6nw-a81M2mkgOlc/s320/OLYMPICS'10+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448561492574208578" /></a><br /><br />Trent and I had no idea what our obstruction supposedly was... until the game really got going...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XmjhVWC75qQvJdyKurHfs9YCxj51uM4RtaC8By5qOnLmZ94nIBhtPqSWLwb2qPRKPRcubegP0Xr7ZVEfPlv7hl7iaDyPXpSHnMVrjwBI8JkNOldY2FZxKz3iALh-8-8nKIISFPLDUN32/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XmjhVWC75qQvJdyKurHfs9YCxj51uM4RtaC8By5qOnLmZ94nIBhtPqSWLwb2qPRKPRcubegP0Xr7ZVEfPlv7hl7iaDyPXpSHnMVrjwBI8JkNOldY2FZxKz3iALh-8-8nKIISFPLDUN32/s320/OLYMPICS'10+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448562019686946722" /></a> I love Russian fans.<br /><br />And they loved me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUO5YvcPzodigPP1TBBAf73PjL9R-usURUI14HK2aJsxAipGcFRofcUXwGST4SS8CtP939xVDfFH2POmRvToDyhz1co_AKQLWSDXhyphenhyphenUtEiTZhghP8SD2juZbP2CcokhondmUEv7g21RzjJ/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUO5YvcPzodigPP1TBBAf73PjL9R-usURUI14HK2aJsxAipGcFRofcUXwGST4SS8CtP939xVDfFH2POmRvToDyhz1co_AKQLWSDXhyphenhyphenUtEiTZhghP8SD2juZbP2CcokhondmUEv7g21RzjJ/s320/OLYMPICS'10+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448562772356315378" /></a><br /><br />Lauren told me to do something epic while at the Olympics. Like kiss in an epic moment or place or while doing something epic. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do to fulfill this request. Especially because I'm not really one for PDA.<br />Then the kiss-cam hit Trent and I during first intermission. I've never been on a kiss cam before (to my relief) and out of the 18,630 people in that arena, what were the odds? I think it was an epic first. So Lauren, you are welcome. I'm pretty much an Olympian, I mean, I was Olympic kiss-cammed, be serious! Epic.<br /> <br />Such a good game. So much fun. So glad I came.<br /><br />We also got to go to the Sweden vs. Belarus and Germany vs. Belarus games. So great. I love Eastern Europeans. They make the best fans.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIutLuuJfRQsSScoowOhX3Z9RqYzj1P-AUOafhmvFw3MUBBc7tqLFC6vWh0_0IKjqqedca24j7y1CGXFTmkfysEBF7LSci_cWc3R7NUdc8C80pANTzwt2RwmOvFMgjOHB_QPVKtmDCzPO/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIutLuuJfRQsSScoowOhX3Z9RqYzj1P-AUOafhmvFw3MUBBc7tqLFC6vWh0_0IKjqqedca24j7y1CGXFTmkfysEBF7LSci_cWc3R7NUdc8C80pANTzwt2RwmOvFMgjOHB_QPVKtmDCzPO/s320/OLYMPICS'10+091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567308685352562" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUBo9iswvDj2mmWN9PDvOFSUIxnUZvGu4Cgtms1AzEGGZ6VkAaWaK-Z6AYivLRmfHmMSmX5DC-f-VUGX0my3YVOwh-QCUv3_lr3VGHCCDbWceytiOOishwAD__NjSNvQ5N7QYa-wrmHPV/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUBo9iswvDj2mmWN9PDvOFSUIxnUZvGu4Cgtms1AzEGGZ6VkAaWaK-Z6AYivLRmfHmMSmX5DC-f-VUGX0my3YVOwh-QCUv3_lr3VGHCCDbWceytiOOishwAD__NjSNvQ5N7QYa-wrmHPV/s320/OLYMPICS'10+087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567295859586002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdD-H8zqIyehLgB1TAzpAy4GE4KwenxMTKblOsoU6QXOZUPH4cgmFmXLa5qFIKe8Ea-iyAS25Pbdl0FuSLaW6UMggDOhlyKrGLsb959edK6pJrQJPm5FzMaR03QtUEEiq1kS2gcSswhBdU/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdD-H8zqIyehLgB1TAzpAy4GE4KwenxMTKblOsoU6QXOZUPH4cgmFmXLa5qFIKe8Ea-iyAS25Pbdl0FuSLaW6UMggDOhlyKrGLsb959edK6pJrQJPm5FzMaR03QtUEEiq1kS2gcSswhBdU/s320/OLYMPICS'10+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567285973394146" /></a><br /><br />Here's our little Olympic crew.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZ1OxApT_WLAYRKxRz5Mx9ycXH_cKGyN8W7s2hvx8otQt_AFAjVCs0cI6HDVmLfXxYyCnrZoiBzsnIqLmrJFILh_QbRh-6TJtlNNVuiBXzgC4cKMOB2tEuBtZWmvU6Ima4dq9jMeAGgUo/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZ1OxApT_WLAYRKxRz5Mx9ycXH_cKGyN8W7s2hvx8otQt_AFAjVCs0cI6HDVmLfXxYyCnrZoiBzsnIqLmrJFILh_QbRh-6TJtlNNVuiBXzgC4cKMOB2tEuBtZWmvU6Ima4dq9jMeAGgUo/s320/OLYMPICS'10+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448563927662389170" /></a><br /><br />It was such a good trip, such a good time. The streets were packed and crazy at all hours of the day; we trekked all over trying to decide where to eat and ended up in east hastings by the end of the night; the weather was gorgeous (who goes to the WINTER olympics and wears a t-shirt?); Trent, Kris and I (but mostly Kris) are deliberately in the background of so many tourist's photos; got tickets beside each other but separated by a pole; made friends on the sky train... So many good stories, so many good times. But long story short. <br />I WENT TO THE OLYMPICS AND LOVED IT! and...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigF6Ln0wWLTN2mgUnHc7EjV4RX-mWa0tWTvRkSwCg3jYQ4b4QLc1DkPo8MfeAmgwYhw7EwZyLmq2gV6v8S9wzpRLNdTWflJmJqISRJwNhlJtWpMgCrJKLpBczMV8Psq-VAfckBUKIlAm7Q/s1600-h/OLYMPICS'10+058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigF6Ln0wWLTN2mgUnHc7EjV4RX-mWa0tWTvRkSwCg3jYQ4b4QLc1DkPo8MfeAmgwYhw7EwZyLmq2gV6v8S9wzpRLNdTWflJmJqISRJwNhlJtWpMgCrJKLpBczMV8Psq-VAfckBUKIlAm7Q/s320/OLYMPICS'10+058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568250899528914" /></a><br />I'm pretty much an Olympian. I held the torch.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-60015265963860820312010-02-17T13:12:00.001-08:002010-02-17T13:16:04.890-08:00why i love my roommates. (part one)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dearest cathy left me a cupcake and this note yesterday.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i devoured the adorable cupcake far too quickly to get a photo,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but seriously people.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this is why i love my roommate.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"><a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/?action=view&current=Photo164.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/Photo164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dear cathy,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you're </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">wonderful</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-lauren</span></span></div>laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01982348024405792139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-8429298698146642212010-02-03T21:25:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:31:54.820-08:00now, lets get one thing straight...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">....are these guys?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">because i would consider dating the one with the handlebar mustache. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Lp3s4ygDw0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Lp3s4ygDw0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we've watched it at least 37 times today.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">try not to.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">....seriously.</span></span></div>laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01982348024405792139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-61819550812992233042010-02-02T17:47:00.000-08:002010-02-02T18:28:58.319-08:00What, what you looking at?STOP STARING AT ME!<br /><br />Starers come in many shapes and sizes... but they come nonetheless.<br /><br />Over the past two days I have experienced three different types of starers:<br /><br />1) The Obvious Starer<br />The Obvious Starer is someone who just blatantly stares and never tries to hide it. Obviously. Allow me to introduce you to exhibit A: my patient yesterday just sat and stared up at my eyes the entire appointment. Do you know how awkward it is to sit there, and know that someone is making eye contact with you, but you're not making eye contact with them? So awkward.<br /><br />2) The Sneaky Starer<br />Where the Obvious Starer had no discretion, the Sneaky Starer has a covert plan to be able to stare - which is almost more creepy. Exhibit B is another patient who I had seen once last week, but needed to come in for a second appointment. Last week he just wore the clear safety glasses because he didn't care about the light. This week he brought his own sunglasses to wear to block the light. Funny, last week the light didn't seem to bother you at all sir... I soon discovered his purpose. Although the glasses block the light from his eyes, they do not block his eyes from being seen. With the bright light shining down, Sneaky Starer was still busted.<br /><br />3) The Stalker Starer<br />This is a completely different kind of starer. You can feel this gaze even when you're not looking, but when you look - still staring! Some Stalker Starers have decency enough to avert their eyes quickly when the person they are staring at looks their way. Not exhibit C. This crew is literally just that - a crew. The construction crew outside my room at work. The building next door is under construction and they're re-doing the outside. I have a giant window that makes up that entire side wall. They all stare. And I always bust them. And they never look away. I bust them in my peripherals all the time and have given up looking back because it doesn't change a thing. Awkward, creepy Stalker Starers.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-62811848778409364712010-02-02T08:03:00.000-08:002010-02-02T08:14:12.016-08:00sweet dreams<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i just barely opened my eyes to the real world, waking from a dream that was, by far, the greatest of all my dreams of the past few weeks. (if you want to know more, talk to me. ha.)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm almost tempted to keep the events of the dream just between me and the other members of the castle, selfishly hoarding all of the pleasantries to ourselves. however, simply because i know how much a number of you would enjoy this, i will share. (dang. you're lucky i passed kindergarten and learned how to do so.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">SO,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in my dream,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mark sailing (aka. puck, from glee) was mormon.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he was in my ward.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he was also in med school.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oh, and, did i mention, he was my boyfriend?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ha. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">best. dream. of. my. LIFE.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"><a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/?action=view&current=puck-glee.png" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/puck-glee.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i imagine he would sing "sweet caroline" to me daily, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and we would become some sort of family band after a lengthy courtship </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and four-month engagement </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and a temple wedding sometime in the fall. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">don't even lie to me and tell me you don't think he's hot...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">even if you are a finn fan...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"><a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/?action=view&current=fec-mark-salling-2.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/fec-mark-salling-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i hope i continue to have dreams that are just as beautiful.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01982348024405792139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-58249350698609992572010-02-01T23:16:00.000-08:002010-02-01T23:29:01.446-08:00Money in the BankSo tonight at waterpolo I just wanted to keep throwing out ridiculous phrases whenever my team did something great. Phrases like:<br />- It must be payday, because that was money in the bank!<br />- When it rains, it pours, and it looks like there's a storm comin!<br />- Someone hand that boy a towel, because he's just been un-dressed!<br /><br />I managed to keep them to myself, especially when Mike Bennett scored our first goal and all I wanted to say was, "Man, you just got scored on by a BLIND boy! How DOES that make you feel?!" I behaved myself, though. But for some reason the lines just kept coming to mind.<br /><br />Perhaps because today I DID put money in the bank. Which is where that first line came from... right off the top of my head - yep, ridiculous just comes that natural to me. <br />Anyways, Melissa, this one's for you:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbDiDkmQHRAvW9IBjXoy0qE8Rm25oDOoDlYH3ecRIPhLq3AnEg5bnS-qeickeN3WI7uRaxhRhyphenhypheni0CL3cpGhP1AAgGqVjTpjqFrCuvf6zdqSJdxYjEJ7obZ4VV2thTI4fSUaUs0FNv89EC/s1600-h/Jan+2010+098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbDiDkmQHRAvW9IBjXoy0qE8Rm25oDOoDlYH3ecRIPhLq3AnEg5bnS-qeickeN3WI7uRaxhRhyphenhypheni0CL3cpGhP1AAgGqVjTpjqFrCuvf6zdqSJdxYjEJ7obZ4VV2thTI4fSUaUs0FNv89EC/s320/Jan+2010+098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433544183462479698" /></a><br /><blockquote><strong>MY FIRST PAYCHECK! WOO WOO!</strong></blockquote>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-34524600779807917602010-02-01T22:54:00.001-08:002010-02-01T23:16:00.445-08:00Confident, Not CockyApparently the gauntlet has been thrown down. I have picked it up and kindly returned it to the clumsy girls who dropped it. Who might those girls be, you ask? None other than Bonnie and Melissa. The "friendly" competition between North and South has been set. The perimeters? Who can log the most gym hours between team Bonnissa and team Brittathy. Ironic that it also happens to be blondes vs. brunnettes - it just kinda happened that way. There's a cap set for each day of 2 hours per person so that no one gets any crazy-hardcore-hospitalize-themself ideas. It's probably for my own good.<br /><br />Now two hours may seem like a long time to spend at the gym to the untrained reader. Don't be fooled. Two hours may easily be spent when you do 30 min bike, 30 min free-weights for arms, 30 min weights for legs, and a final 30 min bike/treadmill. Which is exactly what Bonnie and I did every day last week.<br /><br />Today was Day 1 of the challenge and Bonnie and Melissa successfully logged their 2 hours together. Brittney and I had a bit different day.(PS. Brittney is my teammate and the inspiration for the entire operation. And may the record show, Brittney started her own self-competition first, I joined and then brought Bonnie with me when she got back from Dubai. So Bonnie and Melissa - you're welcome.) Mine and Brittney's schedules did not match up today. So not only did we each log two hours, but they were done with our own individual motivation to boot. And let me tell ya, I'm re-thinking the two hour cap because I worked out and then played waterpolo... I coulda logged 3 hours easy today. There weren't even any girl subs so it was a legit hour workout in that pool and one of the toughest games my team has played yet.<br /><br />Dear Bonnissa, I think you dropped something? I hope it wasn't an accident. Don't you know the North always wins?Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-23638042654298804832010-01-31T21:52:00.000-08:002010-01-31T23:09:05.083-08:00Something to say for irony...So as it turns out, I love to build epic caves. <br />First one: snow. <br />Second one: sheets.<br /><br />I have discovered the link in my fort building: Jeff Spackman. He's the only one that was present for both.<br /><br />Last weekend, the greatest fort of all time was constructed. It's a good thing I had JUST bought new sheets, so that we had enough to construct this wonderful monstrosity.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N798rsk8SNtBYB3C-H1TrZYIzB5gBIhXJAobtUtMv9HYt8idsdHVLlTN_YYKq_1wwaG0KfmU5URZmk1o_2ZiWTBG2zOMp8tTSzbDDKV_lP-Srqd1TIywwzcjxnv-LBZaAntpLwxpTjQE/s1600-h/Jan+2010+025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N798rsk8SNtBYB3C-H1TrZYIzB5gBIhXJAobtUtMv9HYt8idsdHVLlTN_YYKq_1wwaG0KfmU5URZmk1o_2ZiWTBG2zOMp8tTSzbDDKV_lP-Srqd1TIywwzcjxnv-LBZaAntpLwxpTjQE/s320/Jan+2010+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433155321160013346" /></a><br /><br />It took some serious contemplation and arranging, but once we took a second to think about it - badda boom, badda bing!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdH6H97jWbh_Y5A1YsRRO3m0iaAVFeWMdH1Foyt6b48_y4-XZ8fMQNOn2PWMLFgL8eHHp7cT8JEFZnqEFUHD8Oe4WJ_EADsk8XDhG6AA7X2pUMnREn4prZTQXwAWDAB-ylBnpEbo6F_iV/s1600-h/Jan+2010+053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdH6H97jWbh_Y5A1YsRRO3m0iaAVFeWMdH1Foyt6b48_y4-XZ8fMQNOn2PWMLFgL8eHHp7cT8JEFZnqEFUHD8Oe4WJ_EADsk8XDhG6AA7X2pUMnREn4prZTQXwAWDAB-ylBnpEbo6F_iV/s320/Jan+2010+053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433155329306265026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhXC6Syq_48AsA_5jiBnjtyjUFFDPTsbdUxDzmp23-Mp5wYu-71NsoHEaQrbzvO9wXOYJCrwByyjRu2EZWRhpCU7fU09l4wM1VceOJAZOYFcQfMtRyQmMxawJUZJic909H6JNklHT1t4j/s1600-h/Jan+2010+054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhXC6Syq_48AsA_5jiBnjtyjUFFDPTsbdUxDzmp23-Mp5wYu-71NsoHEaQrbzvO9wXOYJCrwByyjRu2EZWRhpCU7fU09l4wM1VceOJAZOYFcQfMtRyQmMxawJUZJic909H6JNklHT1t4j/s320/Jan+2010+054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433155828313357026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSXbMfiddt7B5HiJfOLISpdYbqCcXYvwCtNQrn10JoWE2Unp7kZZFWlJ3UBjz5L6i-LK8lR1J3Whu80XwnGHMAxfEIStxgre2pHRLnlGSV5HU2zvvwNiHr9YcnJNcMXk-nKk_Pzp6eJ8f/s1600-h/Jan+2010+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSXbMfiddt7B5HiJfOLISpdYbqCcXYvwCtNQrn10JoWE2Unp7kZZFWlJ3UBjz5L6i-LK8lR1J3Whu80XwnGHMAxfEIStxgre2pHRLnlGSV5HU2zvvwNiHr9YcnJNcMXk-nKk_Pzp6eJ8f/s320/Jan+2010+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433155339994665938" /></a><br />The most brilliant idea was using the nest to heighten the roof.<br />(Mind you, some of the construction pics are from the expansion we did the next night)<br /><br />This is the original fort crew...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvw9VsxxMQW7iNgw2qVJnqvzJpVxHtssM3oO3dA5aaYIlXQnLn5d376MwGVDhpP949Ld250PSNTQ-vC4LhNTeerk1qJPmodwY2QMueqk8VQd0Iws550hXLd9CPLMXq6zwYu03cMXRDPBK/s1600-h/Jan+2010+037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvw9VsxxMQW7iNgw2qVJnqvzJpVxHtssM3oO3dA5aaYIlXQnLn5d376MwGVDhpP949Ld250PSNTQ-vC4LhNTeerk1qJPmodwY2QMueqk8VQd0Iws550hXLd9CPLMXq6zwYu03cMXRDPBK/s320/Jan+2010+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433155348516465746" /></a><br /><br />But there were plenty more good times to be had in the fort...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8KfeXjzts7Y725pfQJ8N2POmEcMlC6E3YA_BUwbdHtkAkrX8N3c1okkTSoKNy8yD306cKyEgO4kfAC6NK5sdMRJgeWX6w4fHgrIHuEW6jo9nVBERD__jJuuGww2nQgrkfUWntopjEeHZ/s1600-h/Jan+2010+036.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN16KJYJ56Wxzjl9eUov-pz-vzj-F1hDHzI5DneR5TCi5-7qtozOmsDX0z73p-kKgb_Ck6W4TCrLhD9m4XE1JIvFYehHq1VpWdk0zC8ViydkaO_ePZKDjVjX5s85WEl5dFrjgosHs21xA_/s320/Jan+2010+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433160646697719458" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcB00-SHVKbVH9BqFn7wtsI_bFAyE1dkp66OsS2nNuIPfOsJAr4FZATgGT4LSSPXlexV3wETZ7j3GWOEGR7EDgDZQDtxqwFOx-JTJRt5bPWMDU6wzKF8upRQOaHxaIGZ4vMdLmx1t-do0/s1600-h/Jan+2010+067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcB00-SHVKbVH9BqFn7wtsI_bFAyE1dkp66OsS2nNuIPfOsJAr4FZATgGT4LSSPXlexV3wETZ7j3GWOEGR7EDgDZQDtxqwFOx-JTJRt5bPWMDU6wzKF8upRQOaHxaIGZ4vMdLmx1t-do0/s320/Jan+2010+067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433160639254546530" /></a><br /><br />There may have been a lot of roommate bonding in the fort. It really brought us together. We may have had a few roommate sleepovers over the course of the week...<br />but sadly, it came down today, 9 days later. <br /><br />I think I'm going to build a fort in my bedroom next.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-82897884846455433362010-01-31T21:26:00.000-08:002010-01-31T21:44:58.138-08:00PS.Did I really not mention mini-golfing in the vacant Leishman house in Picture Butte?? Well, let me tell you... that house is huge and we divided into teams and mini-golfed through all three floors! Such a good time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhFRCtUPyzNfOlUhyaNgOtgNKaWzpgkWIIcSmdr4HcU3Uta1_fhMg-DiGfXYQtd6X2D4DS_fnFST-KoZNptIDgr4E5-_VeLNFoaSZflI2NzAb0OnSrld8Z36GAJ5-w1XKFDmmg8wshogV/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+434.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhFRCtUPyzNfOlUhyaNgOtgNKaWzpgkWIIcSmdr4HcU3Uta1_fhMg-DiGfXYQtd6X2D4DS_fnFST-KoZNptIDgr4E5-_VeLNFoaSZflI2NzAb0OnSrld8Z36GAJ5-w1XKFDmmg8wshogV/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433143872782531442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFHeF1_RDj8x3XFG35QjzMEW2zNDX5Fc7Sql8mr0HT1kFaF_HzmAaelAWb2sCG9SFYzUuoiNBE5Y4XxisfxA92iGFdeB4YO-2tSxI8qzEsEmyoEbLJEjk-sGYAXSUACGP1weNRX66O2yc/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFHeF1_RDj8x3XFG35QjzMEW2zNDX5Fc7Sql8mr0HT1kFaF_HzmAaelAWb2sCG9SFYzUuoiNBE5Y4XxisfxA92iGFdeB4YO-2tSxI8qzEsEmyoEbLJEjk-sGYAXSUACGP1weNRX66O2yc/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433143864587042818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDmJzwDUTiqs0LD9vNbBxwojoyqQSuP9yDik_gAXnL3j62pYsqRxDjUtNr474e76V6GX-jefNBanUhbF-FNdw5HdINtu3zNBqhIAORWFHeAI4TmixaWiqtMv_cgnkNu67vRRilBvPJ-i6/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+427.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDmJzwDUTiqs0LD9vNbBxwojoyqQSuP9yDik_gAXnL3j62pYsqRxDjUtNr474e76V6GX-jefNBanUhbF-FNdw5HdINtu3zNBqhIAORWFHeAI4TmixaWiqtMv_cgnkNu67vRRilBvPJ-i6/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433143858833130546" /></a><br />Yes, my ball ended up under a table, and they made me crawl under and putt it out.<br /><br />There was a ramp off the loft, detours through connected closets, and last but not least - a hole to drop the ball down.<br /><br />Did I mention that there was a fire pole in that hole? Because there was. A FIRE POLE! In her house! I can only imagine the greatness of the Leishman's childhood in this house.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbko-am36MyZLoT9D7nfhAFgxZ0A4FCxMTa0h6Swsp40CE6FDGy0N3JCmZHkF3RIa2-NC7LjqYbqwKU-nS7vSpo-sfIXu_YE_1BQjAVH_zoBFO7g-u_NDumcrdZnHe5lQn2PWZgB-Sml3/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbko-am36MyZLoT9D7nfhAFgxZ0A4FCxMTa0h6Swsp40CE6FDGy0N3JCmZHkF3RIa2-NC7LjqYbqwKU-nS7vSpo-sfIXu_YE_1BQjAVH_zoBFO7g-u_NDumcrdZnHe5lQn2PWZgB-Sml3/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433146221153309858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJS3HlYKDZ-1RUCGOtwgRXHUKizofDFvEKPCDvxzLN36QX3ouPxRGYEf8giFl3RJl_vudJE9NU1o1YOq7rsxN3ZGBG9RbkmsfEYJwiJGByzRD3lkZ4S39OSUm0U4X7gdzfPuBK2YyUgrzJ/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJS3HlYKDZ-1RUCGOtwgRXHUKizofDFvEKPCDvxzLN36QX3ouPxRGYEf8giFl3RJl_vudJE9NU1o1YOq7rsxN3ZGBG9RbkmsfEYJwiJGByzRD3lkZ4S39OSUm0U4X7gdzfPuBK2YyUgrzJ/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433146217491646898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAuIHxx9z9ITdMOXV1cqpW1HXH7fqxwvcjO63vOwameq39n-cLNLqBGk9xiQB3vejUufL_cb-FO5OuUkvgN81RvNdehV-_W1gmYwJZcJm_oF4M1prVyyRByOQ0E0GvwwsALrwTC-Fkhl1N/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+437.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAuIHxx9z9ITdMOXV1cqpW1HXH7fqxwvcjO63vOwameq39n-cLNLqBGk9xiQB3vejUufL_cb-FO5OuUkvgN81RvNdehV-_W1gmYwJZcJm_oF4M1prVyyRByOQ0E0GvwwsALrwTC-Fkhl1N/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433146206163580242" /></a><br /><br />Just one last good time over Christmas break.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhfqct4goCMghIKzVemSFflOcSnkFT5sjE9a8mJKNILercpGk8gyJZj3pLh9cTKYm-DTx6SpBncqX8wUocf6OKGnNPO6xi5ZFI-fIIY1spYq-u2Bw6qGnXr3lFBNETD1Oh9gqegH3p9mc/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhfqct4goCMghIKzVemSFflOcSnkFT5sjE9a8mJKNILercpGk8gyJZj3pLh9cTKYm-DTx6SpBncqX8wUocf6OKGnNPO6xi5ZFI-fIIY1spYq-u2Bw6qGnXr3lFBNETD1Oh9gqegH3p9mc/s320/New+Years+2010+16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433146812371623362" /></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-51038540537860611882010-01-31T20:03:00.000-08:002010-01-31T21:20:26.050-08:00Finally, it's New YearsBetter late than never right? I didn't have my camera for some devastating and simple reason so it took some time to get the pics from New Years. But it was such an epic party that it needs to be shared.<br /><br />Let's just start by saying, we know how to throw a party. And by "we" I mean Bonnie, Cody, Melissa, Janessa, Scott, and I. And ultimately the hosting skills of Bonnie and Cody are fantastic.<br /><br />Place: Waterton<br />Time: 12pm Dec. 31, 2009 - 12pm Jan. 1, 2010<br />Invited: Good friends only<br />Cabins involved:<br />Pollock - food cabin<br />Steed - dance party and games<br />Leishman - reserved girl sleeping (AKA me, Bonnie, Melissa, Raquel, and Jessica)<br />Agenda:<br />1) Lunch<br />2) Dig most epic snow cave of all time<br />3) Dinner<br />4) Swimming<br />5) Dance Party<br />6) Fireworks<br />7) Games (Namely kissing rugby, stacks, and highlight/lowlight of 2009)<br />8) Fall asleep to movie and warm fire at Bonnie's<br />9) Delicious breakfast<br />10) Chilling in the snowcave and spontaneous snowball fight<br /><br />Only one word can describe the awesomeness of those 24 hours: epic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjHXPTaHTwqabiev42OBjrFGzZj4rgxwfqZggaXm-EYj8PgvjhUsAhmkhgmZQ5A-fXByVP_Le4m5SYuSxtThdndH8DI5ujG67-pl3LAhY2WlVHjqNLFtR7Q-kUB8ESe4hYpqc0dupWrfR/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjHXPTaHTwqabiev42OBjrFGzZj4rgxwfqZggaXm-EYj8PgvjhUsAhmkhgmZQ5A-fXByVP_Le4m5SYuSxtThdndH8DI5ujG67-pl3LAhY2WlVHjqNLFtR7Q-kUB8ESe4hYpqc0dupWrfR/s320/New+Years+2010+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127440312908930" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikb6mack0EjxA0W_lKNGfo-wrHyGUGKFVj8spcyubBn_493ICYcNucISFKPz9ncc2nRfsPVGW6sZZYySOltz3_0KxlcgsbE2Sqn_zKknSr_5NG0oHLSkxVtxDeDFwltKlSW6N1WJYi2s2v/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikb6mack0EjxA0W_lKNGfo-wrHyGUGKFVj8spcyubBn_493ICYcNucISFKPz9ncc2nRfsPVGW6sZZYySOltz3_0KxlcgsbE2Sqn_zKknSr_5NG0oHLSkxVtxDeDFwltKlSW6N1WJYi2s2v/s320/New+Years+2010+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433129774721326562" /></a><br />We've arrived and we are SO ready to get this party started. We're bundled and ready to do some serious playing/digging in the snow.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi775eiczFAJP0R9DcGcsfqJRNr7AColdEm1DplQR9HcTz00nO5Kzwabi_m_JkcedqABlv574i3ZvydALCX6SaYW7OhtAcfqpFtZ4LYogM1d3rs9I5nEYSdy8S1fGUYq-UjJcZTiNzjgkfs/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi775eiczFAJP0R9DcGcsfqJRNr7AColdEm1DplQR9HcTz00nO5Kzwabi_m_JkcedqABlv574i3ZvydALCX6SaYW7OhtAcfqpFtZ4LYogM1d3rs9I5nEYSdy8S1fGUYq-UjJcZTiNzjgkfs/s320/New+Years+2010+9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128602140805074" /></a><br />Cody and I have wicked sweet snow pants. Let's do this.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22_v2r4T40jE4mTbScU06vaFMOz7cIMZ0-ThIjwVuJTmWgU2YKcMiMuyusFR3Z-H2CyOMGb16i1NXOeN_JmiS1-Zs4A34KaxsQQ9XwwDVvfBPVlDXGn6ZeSRowVOwguu_qE8sVXy8U7yV/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22_v2r4T40jE4mTbScU06vaFMOz7cIMZ0-ThIjwVuJTmWgU2YKcMiMuyusFR3Z-H2CyOMGb16i1NXOeN_JmiS1-Zs4A34KaxsQQ9XwwDVvfBPVlDXGn6ZeSRowVOwguu_qE8sVXy8U7yV/s320/New+Years+2010+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128609434488386" /></a><br />And dig we did.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1Aq5u_IR0_L8bwR2Iq9qESns6pZqHtru_kV1tY5Et5wMf5bWsLV8f6dn0jkDIJK3BXwx5PKrqGJ4u7cuHisAW3LZMRi8hD42xcIBhwaFy2GcMLAovqs57-LNd-TzZ_lPbmEStUzeH3rk/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1Aq5u_IR0_L8bwR2Iq9qESns6pZqHtru_kV1tY5Et5wMf5bWsLV8f6dn0jkDIJK3BXwx5PKrqGJ4u7cuHisAW3LZMRi8hD42xcIBhwaFy2GcMLAovqs57-LNd-TzZ_lPbmEStUzeH3rk/s320/New+Years+2010+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433130558279739794" /></a><br />For hours. Literally.<br /><br />We had four entrances that we then expanded and connected into one giant cave. In my section, I assumed position inside with a small shovel, pushing back the walls and clearing out the snow chunks from Logan, who was very effectively digging out the side wall to connect up with Cody and Jeff's side (who were also digging machines), and poor Janessa was a trouper, outside the entrance of my section, she kept clearing and clearing, but the snow chunks just kept coming.<br /><br />Here's the thing about digging a snow cave: There is always more snow to clear, more ridges to chip off, farther to dig. But in the end, when we finally decided to end, the cave was around 40-50 feet long, 6-8 feet wide, and 3-4 feet high. No joke. Epic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcChlKpegqPz_HnmLBEEyW4UDC595xCo8cJ4a47VBZOnIHuJ65QuQ0EozUCvZp7w8FDgTilndCvZYU10MUCxT1rgMMzGr37rYDJdPSzajLTp3MgBXX96kAYdjkup378x7xW9UDYoHnuJ5/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+14.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcChlKpegqPz_HnmLBEEyW4UDC595xCo8cJ4a47VBZOnIHuJ65QuQ0EozUCvZp7w8FDgTilndCvZYU10MUCxT1rgMMzGr37rYDJdPSzajLTp3MgBXX96kAYdjkup378x7xW9UDYoHnuJ5/s320/New+Years+2010+14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433134685766945586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9MwJkgeClAuNOe1n5L-3C6Phg7kfCOPTu-agugl0M8TpovwChQImYsY_xNwnoPuHuUm6jYVOQMQYy7AXyr6-10Qq9fBMnCVBor7IanmmkCBY3a97FKmdmS_A1-Wg6HXKiORp_VQNdHRQ/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9MwJkgeClAuNOe1n5L-3C6Phg7kfCOPTu-agugl0M8TpovwChQImYsY_xNwnoPuHuUm6jYVOQMQYy7AXyr6-10Qq9fBMnCVBor7IanmmkCBY3a97FKmdmS_A1-Wg6HXKiORp_VQNdHRQ/s320/New+Years+2010+8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135240242248786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVvm286fE97KRxJdF1-vuP4DR20qAqJGZu0x7ZWTW4lr_8j_7Ol2P_D04FveF_Vh14xqzKFs12mSw3xSFnqcPQlBiduowIVxCA0BtI2R2YPsZO3LMF5ZZIxfMWGfDiICmxRadVpNlsqtI/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+13.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVvm286fE97KRxJdF1-vuP4DR20qAqJGZu0x7ZWTW4lr_8j_7Ol2P_D04FveF_Vh14xqzKFs12mSw3xSFnqcPQlBiduowIVxCA0BtI2R2YPsZO3LMF5ZZIxfMWGfDiICmxRadVpNlsqtI/s320/New+Years+2010+13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135793121264802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfwbnYwjA22ZmzKs7XrHpeeHFgSKyAngNpPT4zinf14foAJ4BOOADf1Z48dk43EH2548dEVyfkLEoXBOvyXm5V1A8yeGkllKuYPHL63u_7z3OpGjcD_i0epPs6EDWG8hiIUJDOHkamg4h/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfwbnYwjA22ZmzKs7XrHpeeHFgSKyAngNpPT4zinf14foAJ4BOOADf1Z48dk43EH2548dEVyfkLEoXBOvyXm5V1A8yeGkllKuYPHL63u_7z3OpGjcD_i0epPs6EDWG8hiIUJDOHkamg4h/s320/New+Years+2010+10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135782612999282" /></a><br /><br />Needless to say, I was fairly exhausted after digging for close to 5 hours straight... Though my eyes were, in fact, supposed to be open for this pic...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghg7CkGmlXWKL94U5O32XTyZ5o6sC79VgRGzdxJ_TOkFuqdcN_EJ76Ss9O-E6ACc7yKYzWuSmMkwvlDJkszLZWZ2Z55xPbgjf1WpC8CClOGDPRSzU2lG2qA8tIcnMBUGR9IiyNebvVhPlu/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghg7CkGmlXWKL94U5O32XTyZ5o6sC79VgRGzdxJ_TOkFuqdcN_EJ76Ss9O-E6ACc7yKYzWuSmMkwvlDJkszLZWZ2Z55xPbgjf1WpC8CClOGDPRSzU2lG2qA8tIcnMBUGR9IiyNebvVhPlu/s320/New+Years+2010+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433136605935341042" /></a><br /><br />The dance party was great fun, though the perma-strobe light and hardcore rave music was a bit much after, let's be honest, 5 minutes. I love dancing, but I would have preferred starting up the dancing game - I adore the dancing game.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWctATnzMNEjSs7eXlCTCGgiIbJrLs3i_TTJqLVBibaMYTOW6fIydESLOQD-BQD7wxmcA8n25VIPp1Rxp9EoQbjhmhvdfLfuwylSn0_2qfOjHP-tL1GejAQ4jKVyTZkZXBVDz3XGDNiqcs/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWctATnzMNEjSs7eXlCTCGgiIbJrLs3i_TTJqLVBibaMYTOW6fIydESLOQD-BQD7wxmcA8n25VIPp1Rxp9EoQbjhmhvdfLfuwylSn0_2qfOjHP-tL1GejAQ4jKVyTZkZXBVDz3XGDNiqcs/s320/New+Years+2010+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138448242062450" /></a><br /><br />For some reason, the spontaneous snow fight the next morning was waged against Bonnie. And Bonnie alone.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-SBX87T7UkQc_N4Z9NLza5710N4S4NA1b7Z56FttewZ-jKj7NdSoALhBwQWn9XS4tpCdI9c3KKgjROhAD38rgUlfiqv05-INq-MVuNra-Zg8jQTRGpFYzKWw2z-vRZkYfY1Nrxn7-4aG/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-SBX87T7UkQc_N4Z9NLza5710N4S4NA1b7Z56FttewZ-jKj7NdSoALhBwQWn9XS4tpCdI9c3KKgjROhAD38rgUlfiqv05-INq-MVuNra-Zg8jQTRGpFYzKWw2z-vRZkYfY1Nrxn7-4aG/s320/New+Years+2010+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139441977921554" /></a><br />I think she took it... rather well.<br /><br />Best new years ever. <br />Best birthday ever. <br />Best party ever. <br />Best friends ever.<br /><br />I know this word was thrown around a lot over Christmas break, but really... new year's was epic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bw6d3PXjfYth9xTOiKCi6vmnrRso9G52ny6b3eg072rQWlAfGhRAkLTQA2DzQj_uVDzy3tpjQuaQTAzAmjyuX0pJP5KUfLlFKj6Z_rHvBfyO5m9s9mkph5kWF5UFQxXB_qfJFjrvs7e2/s1600-h/New+Years+2010+11.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bw6d3PXjfYth9xTOiKCi6vmnrRso9G52ny6b3eg072rQWlAfGhRAkLTQA2DzQj_uVDzy3tpjQuaQTAzAmjyuX0pJP5KUfLlFKj6Z_rHvBfyO5m9s9mkph5kWF5UFQxXB_qfJFjrvs7e2/s320/New+Years+2010+11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140472743821794" /></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-65605371720876761892010-01-31T19:48:00.000-08:002010-01-31T20:04:49.381-08:00craaaafts!!if any of the people reading this blog know me, they should know i love crafts. <div>if you don't know i love crafts, now you do.</div><div>i've been known to spend full days elbow-deep in paper & frames & modge podge & yarn & crochet hooks & patterns & fabric & photos & everything else you could possibly imagine.</div><div>my roommates are enjoying this fact, and reaping the benefits. </div><div><br /></div><div>my latest creations?</div><div><br /></div><div>picture frames.</div><div>AND.</div><div>paper'd mirrors.</div><div><br /></div><div>they're cute.</div><div>i promise.</div><div><br /></div><div>i only have a couple photos, but perhaps tomorrow, or another day, you'll see photos of the entire set.</div><div>perhaps when they are all hung up and in full splendor, you'll see the full beauty.</div><div><br /></div><div>or maybe you can just come visit my house...</div><div><br /></div><div>...and do crafts with me!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/?action=view&current=Jan2010003.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/Jan2010003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/?action=view&current=Jan2010002-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm164/littleLRH/Jan2010002-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div>laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01982348024405792139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-76902806049243488632010-01-30T14:30:00.000-08:002010-01-30T14:40:12.368-08:00MotivatedSo my dear friend and fellow blogger, Brittney, started a weight loss challenge for herself. She is highly motivated and determined to get into shape. All it took was reading one blog post from her to get my butt back into gear. I used to run almost every day last semester, but ever since I moved to the castle, I haven't been running. Now that I'm working though, I come home from work and what else am I supposed to do? So Bonnie and I have joined Brittney in her exercise regime.<br /><br />Ironically enough, Bonnie had never stepped foot into the UofA gym until this week - after she had graduated with her degree. But since stepping foot on Tuesday, Bonnie and I are 5 for 5 days. We're hardcore like that. And the shortest amount of time we've spent is 1 hour; we usually average about 2 hours. We're hardcore like that.<br /><br />I am loving it. I love pushing myself and working hard and feeling dead, but so good after. Usually in the past I haven't lifted weights, I'm a cardio kind of exerciser, but we're doing the full package deal and it's great. I'm actually really excited to get my arms into shape because my legs are always in better shape than my arms. Bonnie is loving it, too. Hopefully we can keep this up. Not gonna lie, my body is so grateful that tomorrow is the Sabbath. The day of rest.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-7228663063600230592010-01-30T14:21:00.000-08:002010-01-30T14:29:44.955-08:00Rite of Passage, Right?So yesterday was pay day, and I feel like it's kind of a rite of passage to blow the first paycheck. I even wikied it and this is what the 5th standard work had to say about rites of passage:<br /><br /><blockquote>A rite of passage is a ritual that a person must go through in order to progress to the next stage of their life.</blockquote><br />I am definitely progressing to the next stage of my life. I am done school, working in my chosen career, and the first pay check in that career is kind of a big deal, and I think blowing it is only necessary to fully step into this new stage of my life. So today I am going shopping.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-5754694378532448752010-01-19T16:38:00.000-08:002010-01-19T17:09:10.689-08:00Or perhaps just call me Working Woman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HM4WdRWRmp4L4fM7bVkwiNLlbZV7lf2UL7v9Nxnuc8D9uBfktSWfqR4Iq62xOJyHL4Ca_gcv0Byb8N8mmHRiqz84POcn1eSJxQwGYzcP42DeUPV-7NlYHHhRhWoSydOctgAolM7Ja8Od/s1600-h/Jan+2010+022.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HM4WdRWRmp4L4fM7bVkwiNLlbZV7lf2UL7v9Nxnuc8D9uBfktSWfqR4Iq62xOJyHL4Ca_gcv0Byb8N8mmHRiqz84POcn1eSJxQwGYzcP42DeUPV-7NlYHHhRhWoSydOctgAolM7Ja8Od/s320/Jan+2010+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428621446054711506" /></a> This is me.<br />Today was my first day of work.<br />It's official.<br />I am a working woman.<br /><br />So the hygienist I am taking over for went into labour Sunday. Yep. The office found out about this Monday. Due to my broken phone and lack of being at home yesterday, Lauren wasn't able to track me down for the receptionist until about 3:00pm. I called and they said they had already cancelled all of Monday.<br />I now start Tuesday at 9am.<br />Done. <br />I was not ready. <br />I had been counting on going in Tuesday morning and just shadowing the hygienist for a couple appointments just so I could see how she did everything so that if I had questions about something she had written or done I could ask her before she wasn't around. Too late. I was counting on having two more days to brace myself and recondition my body to go to bed at a decent hour and wake up earlier than 10am. Too late. So I tried to find my cheat sheets and notes. Couldn't. So I re-wrote my anesthetic and x-ray cheat sheets and read my scriptures and said my prayers and tried to go to sleep at 10:30, but that didn't happen. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but it was after 11:30 I'm sure. Oh well.<br />I gave myself plenty of time in the morning to get ready and eat and get there. 20 min early. Perfect. And then the day unfolded as thus:<br />Patient - Cancellation - Patient - Lunch - Patient - 30 min lag - Patient - Quittin time!<br />So it was a good day to break myself in a little. I don't like feeling not good at this. But it will come. And I didn't have to take any x-rays today. They too will come. (and when they do they will slow me down and take away from my precious time...) <br />Well just like I read in my Christmas present from Melissa, "Oh, Lord, I am yet strong. Give me one more mountain." Bring it on. Good big or go home.<br />(I can talk big now, but last night and this morning I was not near as confident, though don't be fooled - I'm still not.)<br /><br />Before:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yoTr2qJ12f2DJlJrJ4qQT9LMdLChAkJkXM9c-EztFluwrOc5S3RCPitN8Yv25D6FBkGvWGbzsNsR3hGAZp3HZnK5DRQIP8Ozhaj5JUbP4BBH1bVOxN5WB8Fn7ZXUTsglA1KgjpF4IpKt/s1600-h/Jan+2010+016.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yoTr2qJ12f2DJlJrJ4qQT9LMdLChAkJkXM9c-EztFluwrOc5S3RCPitN8Yv25D6FBkGvWGbzsNsR3hGAZp3HZnK5DRQIP8Ozhaj5JUbP4BBH1bVOxN5WB8Fn7ZXUTsglA1KgjpF4IpKt/s320/Jan+2010+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428620576844290994" /></a><br />Afraid. Nervous. Anxious.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_DagO-lfPPQE4mD1PL6TuTpEdEsHgMDGsFKRxtasnEYo8v2p6qU55krRMP7RDiwjg8cY8uS0a4KMEWA_OgFzgv3i-674p0TrKfWMv4RPo2CFZxxPy1zopavJpMPPIOfdi7p1LTSuUHeU/s1600-h/Jan+2010+019.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_DagO-lfPPQE4mD1PL6TuTpEdEsHgMDGsFKRxtasnEYo8v2p6qU55krRMP7RDiwjg8cY8uS0a4KMEWA_OgFzgv3i-674p0TrKfWMv4RPo2CFZxxPy1zopavJpMPPIOfdi7p1LTSuUHeU/s320/Jan+2010+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428620587790547106" /></a><br />I could not even fake a smile. I was so nervous.<br /><br />After:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HiP6HFKgBnkdsSbgZn__OWRof3dimGQKZEjRaodwr2QuyMhZomaYkwpqHFYLjTriVEwyHfW9FKwtUdnX-ucrQfGM-0uEOTTuAWhFwflPth472BI0UTVzb8_qO4yOli3m3vss6gDt0GYo/s1600-h/Jan+2010+024.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HiP6HFKgBnkdsSbgZn__OWRof3dimGQKZEjRaodwr2QuyMhZomaYkwpqHFYLjTriVEwyHfW9FKwtUdnX-ucrQfGM-0uEOTTuAWhFwflPth472BI0UTVzb8_qO4yOli3m3vss6gDt0GYo/s320/Jan+2010+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428621051053816370" /></a><br />It was a good first day. <br />Tomorrow may be another story.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-54966875411431642522010-01-18T10:58:00.000-08:002010-01-18T11:23:33.482-08:00Just call me Lady LuckDay 1: Write resume and cover letter.<br />Day 2: Google and go through 900 dentists in Edmonton and pick out the 50 closest to my house.<br />Day 3: Print, staple, and sign resumes and plan route of attack for taking out resumes.<br />Day 4: Spend 3 hours dropping off resumes. 15 min after dropping one off at an office, the receptionist calls back to schedule an interview. <br />"When could you come back in for an interview?" she asks.<br />"Now! I can come back right now! I'm not that far I'll be there in less than 5 min!" I think. But of course I keep my composure and simply say, "Oh whenever is convenient for you. I can come back anytime today, or tomorrow. Whatever works for you."<br />"Alright, let's see, how about noon tomorrow?"<br />"Sounds great, I'll see you then. Thank you so much." I reply, while thinking, "Perrrrrrfect. I can sleep in and still have time to shower and get ready!"<br />I hang up the phone and cannot stop smiling. SO happy. I cannot even believe how happy. I screamed and whooped and celebrated for a solid 15 min. And played my music really loudly. But I told myself I should finish handing out my resumes to my listed offices because an interview does not mean a job. So I did. But I was thrilled and didn't really care about those last 10 offices very much.<br />Day 5: Interview. The dentist is really nice and the interview was short. He essentially just wanted to know when I was available, what kind of hours I was looking for, what days, and for how much. All questions I could easily answer. He has a hygienist going on mat leave who works mon-thurs. Perfect. He showed me around the office a little and said he believes in taking the time to do a good job and really take care of the patient (just what I wanted to hear as a new grad. Take your time and do a good job). The office is also an old house converted into an office, which he likes because it gives a more welcoming and family and friends kind of feeling - I completely agree. The whole time it seemed like I pretty much had the job. But I did know he had another girl to interview because he told me so. So I didn't want to get my hopes up too much. He said he'd call me in a couple days.<br />Later that day my phone broke. Just up and stopped working. Dead. Forever. I was devastated and so paranoid that an office was going to try to call me to offer an interview and I was going to miss out on potential employment. Worse yet, I was paranoid Dr. Chai was going to try and call me back to offer me the position and I wouldn't get it because he wouldn't be able to get ahold of me. So...<br />Day 6: I wrote a little note that essentially said:<br />Hi Dr. Chai, my phone broke yesterday so here is another number you can reach me at if you need to in the next couple days, you should be able to reach me on my cell phone again hopefully by Monday or Tuesday. Thanks again for the interview. I really enjoyed the atmosphere of your office and the caring and fun attitude of yourself and the others in the office. I would love an opportunity to work in your office. Sincerely, Cathy.<br />I dropped it off with the receptionist and went skating.<br />When I was done skating, I got back in my car and looked at Bonnie's phone (because I had stopped by her house and borrowed it because she's in Dubai and not using it) and saw two missed calls from numbers that weren't in her phone. Then I read a text from Lauren (the only person that knew I had Bonnie's phone) that said that Dr. Chai was trying to call me! Ahhhhh who knew he was going to call THAT day?! I shoulda just stayed at home and sat by the phone! And then I got a text from Lauren that said, "You got the job!" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I was the happiest person alive at that exact moment. I laughed and screamed and whooped and almost cried and said a hundred thank you prayers and then I cranked my music and dance partied all the way home. I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />Day 7: I went over and discussed things with Dr. Chai and sealed the deal. Count it. 7 days! I am the luckiest girl alive. I am so so so so ridiculously blessed. I must have done something right after all.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-47987942679004992492010-01-18T10:32:00.001-08:002010-01-18T10:58:07.568-08:00so close yet so farThis is the story of the immoveable couch.<br /><br />Nikki offered us an old couch that she wasn't using and was just sitting in her sister's garage. Of course we accepted because we accept all couches, loveseats, and arm chairs we can get our hands on. This couch in particular is intended for our basement that I spent an afternoon clearing out so that we can pimp that space. I figure if you're going to have plenty of space, you might as well make the most of it.<br /><br />Darren was kind enough to lend his services and truck so the two of us went over to pick up the couch. To my pleasant surprise a matching armchair was thrown in. Back at the house, the armchair made it in the side door and downstairs easily - obviously. And then we tried to bring the couch in. Tried being the key word. Dang old house with narrow stairwells, sharp corners, and sloped ceiling. Darren and I tried in vain for 45 minutes, pushing, pulling, lifting, kicking, and sheer forcing it. To no avail. We got it repeatedly wedged very tightly on every side and just inches away from in. It was immoveable. So frustrating. We were SO close, so many times and it looked like we should be able to just tweek it and drop it down the stairs. Such was not the case. And I had to run away to meet with my new boss... I felt bad leaving Darren there alone... but I couldn't stand up my new employer - that's just a bad idea. When I came back 45 min later, Trevor and Jason had come to help Darren get the couch back out - because we had successfully gotten it stuck neither in nor out. So it was now successfully back outside... unfortunately. Trevor thought we could get it downstairs fairly simply; he just had to go through the same thought process and experience that Darren and I already had. He soon realized the couch was simply just that much too big. Disappointing. So it's now in our study. We'll see what becomes of the immoveable couch. It may never move from this spot.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-84898445892814352122010-01-17T19:53:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:41:38.771-08:00too little too late<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrm4mssD2kfWtUf0u82wZBUV7Wfzv9aiFdDqszbSt_M-yTC0oE1qedMHXZ-xiB_QeoP8Ug8Ih0SQLOK0-76bbHU74ZRDaE53GlwE2y2_buH_QmfWQLaykPEGtm5CDd9UsrY-1WKGJPzGD/s1600-h/Jan+2010+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrm4mssD2kfWtUf0u82wZBUV7Wfzv9aiFdDqszbSt_M-yTC0oE1qedMHXZ-xiB_QeoP8Ug8Ih0SQLOK0-76bbHU74ZRDaE53GlwE2y2_buH_QmfWQLaykPEGtm5CDd9UsrY-1WKGJPzGD/s320/Jan+2010+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427926970672643874" /></a><br />We have been really excited to crack open this coconut.<br />Bethany especially.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBMeL2dYo7gsecTbdl5gIlDyumWTee19b80pbCmCuZrOZjuPYha9Gfsy4wtzYw50KXPP01r-QWBzeNA3XGLCR-76ZBLhKzdF1pvHwWrR7ERZiHQaYHg14RXyONcvKh2xVB2MyCCbJRfa8/s1600-h/Jan+2010+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBMeL2dYo7gsecTbdl5gIlDyumWTee19b80pbCmCuZrOZjuPYha9Gfsy4wtzYw50KXPP01r-QWBzeNA3XGLCR-76ZBLhKzdF1pvHwWrR7ERZiHQaYHg14RXyONcvKh2xVB2MyCCbJRfa8/s320/Jan+2010+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927355198724354" /></a><br />There was a lot of great coconut milk inside... excellent.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID8YCUk9_kkOs2nlFFgRmDXcIedYZJHPTPFi2ZOJu4sKwC7XN1hN5cCSamxFFK4UM5HW50Yq-xyCJDUqrYdhNhCXn2MlQ_EvhwPkAYgeVnRPy5z9pPo8i4cG94p8BIqnNHJpf_IivRQ2A/s1600-h/Jan+2010+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID8YCUk9_kkOs2nlFFgRmDXcIedYZJHPTPFi2ZOJu4sKwC7XN1hN5cCSamxFFK4UM5HW50Yq-xyCJDUqrYdhNhCXn2MlQ_EvhwPkAYgeVnRPy5z9pPo8i4cG94p8BIqnNHJpf_IivRQ2A/s320/Jan+2010+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927933069166738" /></a><br />Sadly though... it was rotten.<br />Bethany may have taken a bite out of it to discover that fact. <br />Poor girl. It smelled awful.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKm8JVF8d18neB-JF99Co64pO2KH9W4kDV1LYgFjSgMNOSP8ErCagsamMIAoTJphpxBkqDRpUMtyAdZ8oEj2Q6xqEOCA-iL6Ybq7ou8sNJfeVEJOIaCY0Xyji47DFzcv52PKrEukBdYL7X/s1600-h/Jan+2010+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKm8JVF8d18neB-JF99Co64pO2KH9W4kDV1LYgFjSgMNOSP8ErCagsamMIAoTJphpxBkqDRpUMtyAdZ8oEj2Q6xqEOCA-iL6Ybq7ou8sNJfeVEJOIaCY0Xyji47DFzcv52PKrEukBdYL7X/s320/Jan+2010+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427928751462946322" /></a><br />Sad day.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-62796469416245482042010-01-17T19:21:00.000-08:002010-01-17T19:52:37.853-08:00the Cooking Corner... make that the Uncooked CornerIt's the inaugural use of my Vitamix! Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the greatest present I have ever received! I love my parents. This blender can do it all: grind grains, make smoothies, soup, ice cream, and knead bread dough! Last summer I stood and listened to and watched the Vitamix guy at the stampede for like 30 minutes straight. I sampled soup, ice cream, and smoothie all in that 30 minutes. Seriously so great. My mother knows how much I love this machine. So she bought one for me for my birthday/graduation present. I have never been so surprised or thrilled by a present in my life. <br /><br />So the other day we busted it out and made the first smoothie...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasjNZwEDM4cFMpv8XSKZ7SOmZxmWdOUu89tNyOOxIW9o_Z09GTAt2a1PRHZt5RAxF2I0QV_uiy7kZ3OnnUUBoRGF5VCGyklOhptiDDz96W-dO5YYsIsS2lIlsa_1Q9alZieOijAf6Upn5/s1600-h/Jan+2010+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasjNZwEDM4cFMpv8XSKZ7SOmZxmWdOUu89tNyOOxIW9o_Z09GTAt2a1PRHZt5RAxF2I0QV_uiy7kZ3OnnUUBoRGF5VCGyklOhptiDDz96W-dO5YYsIsS2lIlsa_1Q9alZieOijAf6Upn5/s320/Jan+2010+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427917759622229554" /></a><br />Just look how delicious this is going to be. And the wonder of the vitamix is you can put vegetables in your smoothies and ice and not even tell they're there because you can put so much whole fruit in too!<br /><br />Let's do this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHkqd3e6X0_7m7KeyWrhH-PYORuHrrHNw5-KUcTHuE5NvHYooVHOK5hbSStKimgkq6Ozy3g5kv5IUKS76XhtxrocOfiHVHqiUuj6SqwoXMzx3j9ESIjN0u0q2RAvT6q9kYev6KJk9mEwk/s1600-h/Jan+2010+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHkqd3e6X0_7m7KeyWrhH-PYORuHrrHNw5-KUcTHuE5NvHYooVHOK5hbSStKimgkq6Ozy3g5kv5IUKS76XhtxrocOfiHVHqiUuj6SqwoXMzx3j9ESIjN0u0q2RAvT6q9kYev6KJk9mEwk/s320/Jan+2010+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427919661687022786" /></a><br /><br />So delicious.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFc-8u6JQo6XEy8a1ks-WZU34J-jlyE-cf4RCBLibZ0r_O5Uf_5QQnub9zouELp1taEpaI_yGkXTuWA8A4tdloqOz-_Gnz79_PXd97xHEiY0-xJFjjQgBme-l3hxsXMw4RLeARTOfVztIo/s1600-h/Jan+2010+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFc-8u6JQo6XEy8a1ks-WZU34J-jlyE-cf4RCBLibZ0r_O5Uf_5QQnub9zouELp1taEpaI_yGkXTuWA8A4tdloqOz-_Gnz79_PXd97xHEiY0-xJFjjQgBme-l3hxsXMw4RLeARTOfVztIo/s320/Jan+2010+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427920147818083362" /></a><br /><br />We now make smoothies daily.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-82178621397949564362010-01-12T15:28:00.000-08:002010-01-12T16:20:35.099-08:00Just can't stop the beat.So the whole eat, sleep, party, repeat mantra of my life hasn't stopped. I'm back in Edmonton and the good times just keep rolling.<br /> <br />Maybe it's because I'm just that kinda girl.<br />Maybe it's because I'm not in school and I don't have a job.<br />Maybe it's because it's Frost Week.<br /><br />First: I love dancing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7FnkDx1Tr5lLhj6JnObPtjjOVeItw8-2y0lx4NNCqfKQM9JC1SzwjaeQEXID3EkHn3VPpmvTImtPICbnqMGU1-WW4Ft57_AYZu_DJ2mVn79wgpu5MTurI9j0he0S0me6bgHzgcYNY8RX/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7FnkDx1Tr5lLhj6JnObPtjjOVeItw8-2y0lx4NNCqfKQM9JC1SzwjaeQEXID3EkHn3VPpmvTImtPICbnqMGU1-WW4Ft57_AYZu_DJ2mVn79wgpu5MTurI9j0he0S0me6bgHzgcYNY8RX/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426004264540379074" /></a><br /><br />Second: I love friends who rearrange schedules so they can come be my friend.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMZLbZWDNGPdMCC3DZy7CZfb7A4YhOWIJiLDOrAsCWCRkGWC7kMZaOpFIYnlbO-2oPn6P8eJrnyHa4RGZfh7fdSXdB8Ks5PUX22o5AWsQrFuOb6p_yrNxcNCJYQ-ycz9pGHqZ-1yc6Mce/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMZLbZWDNGPdMCC3DZy7CZfb7A4YhOWIJiLDOrAsCWCRkGWC7kMZaOpFIYnlbO-2oPn6P8eJrnyHa4RGZfh7fdSXdB8Ks5PUX22o5AWsQrFuOb6p_yrNxcNCJYQ-ycz9pGHqZ-1yc6Mce/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426004893492246130" /></a><br /><br />Third: I love onesies. And I love skating. Put them together and I love watching.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45v39e9OnxAgdTEJflDW9dOt-k2Av4vmml_pP2q8ZKadyluWT7yYrB0LTbBrDcmzE9h6o6Q9GkbmBuBcdJ0o5k_fGSWI7tjPAe5P6lj8WnPWhi5TmXw5PiJGumekonBdxPqGPwkq9tMGC/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45v39e9OnxAgdTEJflDW9dOt-k2Av4vmml_pP2q8ZKadyluWT7yYrB0LTbBrDcmzE9h6o6Q9GkbmBuBcdJ0o5k_fGSWI7tjPAe5P6lj8WnPWhi5TmXw5PiJGumekonBdxPqGPwkq9tMGC/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426005380325994930" /></a><br /><br />Fourth: I love flying.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpeJcfxKMsWN3vj3PAHpzhzJqoBAWhMUTcXBO-0coLHoRVEcCD3lLSE-OLCxqPOQN8GlZp6KtiGJApqG0R27GWxWbprUTdMRXCYkVZbQTK-V2ce5ErqsqFi2n8n0WqHtCE9mGD9EWkd6W/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpeJcfxKMsWN3vj3PAHpzhzJqoBAWhMUTcXBO-0coLHoRVEcCD3lLSE-OLCxqPOQN8GlZp6KtiGJApqG0R27GWxWbprUTdMRXCYkVZbQTK-V2ce5ErqsqFi2n8n0WqHtCE9mGD9EWkd6W/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426005927799673538" /></a><br /><br />Fifth: I love being random. and I love making people laugh - which this did.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsm3WmPcJk_H92PmThXLJs6vMwu51_382iPnjSTVmk3b5irrEpP8ptXDOCay29e0I7_KGPbbDg2cRf90y_ymVLNAT7dB3u0-axDAmEjakQDjYgtuqodnUWWQaVX9cTZTQ4ctnXDx8D8Mm/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsm3WmPcJk_H92PmThXLJs6vMwu51_382iPnjSTVmk3b5irrEpP8ptXDOCay29e0I7_KGPbbDg2cRf90y_ymVLNAT7dB3u0-axDAmEjakQDjYgtuqodnUWWQaVX9cTZTQ4ctnXDx8D8Mm/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426006568284233730" /></a><br /><br />Sixth: I love being tall enough to ride the rides. Love.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt37xtgb6VIjjPbOW8k_yAcY1rGjk8SipXNsK6IMX-rl42ELDpJ0S_banDOZm71lgxYWuDP1Wm7DnWBBQxVGcNtAOReqZ4tUDronjrVLe0Rh6tRYWzuui78XdLBBq1CE5l9xhKtWCCn9Vw/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt37xtgb6VIjjPbOW8k_yAcY1rGjk8SipXNsK6IMX-rl42ELDpJ0S_banDOZm71lgxYWuDP1Wm7DnWBBQxVGcNtAOReqZ4tUDronjrVLe0Rh6tRYWzuui78XdLBBq1CE5l9xhKtWCCn9Vw/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426007211518391410" /></a><br /><br />Seventh: I love being a third wheel.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi-1h9UrW1KuxbsDi66GIVbWceMui7Anevll6r95RH6gjIELCLWqN-EVneBKxhv8_5RK9yPXlCjoFi82wuquHe52i3eDeUoJ1DxnZyPuX5zpnvyAhG542fGv_btou3mXcq2-3qq8JLYwm/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+029.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi-1h9UrW1KuxbsDi66GIVbWceMui7Anevll6r95RH6gjIELCLWqN-EVneBKxhv8_5RK9yPXlCjoFi82wuquHe52i3eDeUoJ1DxnZyPuX5zpnvyAhG542fGv_btou3mXcq2-3qq8JLYwm/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426007718529972898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCbpBmHymC0lZQSNJK0bPNcuAPvd6g7Uf7zTgNSzaFFaxCIKxtsbKo21N2RMRu8WxQgPM9oiavbXfF4S-eZGCrKgbv-GFYZ_gofr0yFheWLlXjS8pvM3OQWuw92dy71sO9gF7Am39csdE/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+030.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCbpBmHymC0lZQSNJK0bPNcuAPvd6g7Uf7zTgNSzaFFaxCIKxtsbKo21N2RMRu8WxQgPM9oiavbXfF4S-eZGCrKgbv-GFYZ_gofr0yFheWLlXjS8pvM3OQWuw92dy71sO9gF7Am39csdE/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426008140017063202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eighth: I love rides.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOiiBqwga1RXQDppPB3ZdGnjVV2F4M-ZxqR29oDQFkvOms9VoGspogfzwEPgcL5Br65uQ2MIhp9TwTGPryxMJJJpACss526YQJ8fuzlhCszldCCdcgOU_JrGWRE-71jYF_v6IJiFUao4t/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOiiBqwga1RXQDppPB3ZdGnjVV2F4M-ZxqR29oDQFkvOms9VoGspogfzwEPgcL5Br65uQ2MIhp9TwTGPryxMJJJpACss526YQJ8fuzlhCszldCCdcgOU_JrGWRE-71jYF_v6IJiFUao4t/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426009404977695458" /></a><br /><br />Ninth: I love starting a trend.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDAZyayeez-H0sfzjFhB5xopvzZ2znQrG2zdZqhc4eN2SMaXuc9QPagVD4rkq1JT6hSwBE2ihAXx-HaJxwPsjXyw-91Pz5a_4eA4if3yFwDs5aPLMwLtWzBIxjCnOCvFiZmxpCi__OoZo/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDAZyayeez-H0sfzjFhB5xopvzZ2znQrG2zdZqhc4eN2SMaXuc9QPagVD4rkq1JT6hSwBE2ihAXx-HaJxwPsjXyw-91Pz5a_4eA4if3yFwDs5aPLMwLtWzBIxjCnOCvFiZmxpCi__OoZo/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426010977006705298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsNGILta0fvwMZrD097U3agEK6bVpsyyRXYdxzXRZs1si9wSy0psC1EfEnqj8g4DwH1Q1SApWUTmjCehfRSYXUhZ4kVWXksFmrhNjWZkK04rRxv6Bl9ziHfDOjSy_dBDW_a2HtwbYXv6o/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsNGILta0fvwMZrD097U3agEK6bVpsyyRXYdxzXRZs1si9wSy0psC1EfEnqj8g4DwH1Q1SApWUTmjCehfRSYXUhZ4kVWXksFmrhNjWZkK04rRxv6Bl9ziHfDOjSy_dBDW_a2HtwbYXv6o/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426010967106913698" /></a><br /><br /><br />Tenth: I love candids. (Willie). I also love my roommates.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ILKKDDconVK3f-4hX2ndzxLMjFtkFmbpiD019bzcouhJ2wi0KR_sWivle5QgsBn7epXPBJ2CNCcqhZq9LeTa99oEkoBAATOOZs4DZt4GQfPdS8Df7w3qdf5z4TBXKOQEVTXPWMp_OEKx/s1600-h/Frost+Week+%2710+040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ILKKDDconVK3f-4hX2ndzxLMjFtkFmbpiD019bzcouhJ2wi0KR_sWivle5QgsBn7epXPBJ2CNCcqhZq9LeTa99oEkoBAATOOZs4DZt4GQfPdS8Df7w3qdf5z4TBXKOQEVTXPWMp_OEKx/s320/Frost+Week+%2710+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426010972901231298" /></a><br /><br />In short. I love life.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280962413906472540.post-77599783164278765492010-01-03T21:32:00.000-08:002010-01-03T21:50:39.341-08:00Traditional Tea Party(Hey roomies, we need to find a place like this in Edmonton because it was so cute and too fantastic!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFzeJuhYRyx0uJzU8dnOcbqHYzDPslzVIvc_y_P47UBDCf07Bmem_so93liPy-mHC96WUD45oj_pRhLn8-feTyrVFvEzBPKhpiVtDM-s_mySO7IQhy0i12YYqGPwV5xOTsKxfx8dkeOjWc/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+419.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFzeJuhYRyx0uJzU8dnOcbqHYzDPslzVIvc_y_P47UBDCf07Bmem_so93liPy-mHC96WUD45oj_pRhLn8-feTyrVFvEzBPKhpiVtDM-s_mySO7IQhy0i12YYqGPwV5xOTsKxfx8dkeOjWc/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755361721268834" /></a> We had a tea party last year to break in Lynnae's new china.<br />We had a tea party this year at the Jasmine Room because we loved last year's tea party so much, but Lynnae's china is still boxed up from the move so she recommended this place.<br />It is officially an annual tradition.<br />Thank you Lynnae.<br />I love traditions.<br /><br />The Jasmine Room has literally hundreds of teas and they mix them all themselves. And the charm of the place... oh it's so great.<br />Just the four of us gals sitting around, sipping tea, telling stories about our lives and catching up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIh78VRwCwiQV0KG5WkIxCEfsDblC40wnx5NTTAgfKA47oGp8fiADid5iPEh9bs4Hajgm4ycmL_qZsyqVkn7TkwYGypDukMSshOiomT725_PiKV92QUdn0EQ_yswU2PEFyQtAWQE5L60YI/s1600-h/Tis+the+Season+%2709+421.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIh78VRwCwiQV0KG5WkIxCEfsDblC40wnx5NTTAgfKA47oGp8fiADid5iPEh9bs4Hajgm4ycmL_qZsyqVkn7TkwYGypDukMSshOiomT725_PiKV92QUdn0EQ_yswU2PEFyQtAWQE5L60YI/s320/Tis+the+Season+%2709+421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422757097641720386" /></a> So fun.<br />Next year let's dress up?!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663825206983333018noreply@blogger.com4