<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:52:13.922-04:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Gospel'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Insights'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Casa Katie</title><subtitle type='html'>What began as a simple way to send friends &amp;amp; family images has become a log of my miscellaneous musings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5262631252126125579</id><published>2009-09-25T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:45:46.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so I couldn't wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jarednkatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;will be the new blog. Please update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog address will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;http://jarednkatie.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5262631252126125579?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5262631252126125579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5262631252126125579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5262631252126125579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5262631252126125579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-so-i-couldnt-wait.html' title='Ok, so I couldn&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8204069291764877676</id><published>2009-09-25T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:29:59.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Finally gonna do it...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally going to start a new blog. More to come. But I likely think I'll just transfer all the links &amp;amp; stuff I've had here &amp;amp; turn it over there. (I meant to do this when I got married, but I got a little side-tracked last year &amp;amp; then this year, with J's med school acceptance, our move &amp;amp; me having to find a new job, I've been a little preoccupied. Things are slowing down now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will mean for those of you who actually follow me - that you need to switch loyalties to the new site, once I've got it set up, and for those of you who gave me permission to your private sites, I might need them again. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas for an awesomely fabulous name? I'm trying to play off the last name "Harrison" since I want to make it more of a family blog, although it'll likely still just be written by me (&amp;amp; since Jared never checks his email, so I highly doubt he'll blog anything). I'm also up for other fun or wacky names or ideas. No direction to this blog, just my same randomness for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8204069291764877676?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8204069291764877676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8204069291764877676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8204069291764877676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8204069291764877676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-gonna-do-it.html' title='Finally gonna do it...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-4420364283915491755</id><published>2009-09-25T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:58:05.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay - a new modest clothing site!</title><content type='html'>So obviously I've been entering giveaways lately. I never win anything, but I still think they're fun &amp;amp; I've found the cutest stuff - including the new shop &lt;a href="http://mikarose.com/index.html"&gt;Mikarose&lt;/a&gt;, which carries some beautiful, modest dresses. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justformeandyou2.blogspot.com/2009/09/mikarose-giveaway.html"&gt;Just For Me &amp;amp; You&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a $60 giveaway to &lt;a href="http://mikarose.com/index.html"&gt;Mikarose&lt;/a&gt;'s shop...go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me borrow your dress if you win. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-4420364283915491755?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/4420364283915491755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=4420364283915491755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4420364283915491755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4420364283915491755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-new-modest-clothing-site.html' title='Yay - a new modest clothing site!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5853457289681051917</id><published>2009-09-25T14:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:47:28.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Friday afternoon thoughts</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Just got back from BW3's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And that made me miss Gretel. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being with 16 people makes for a looooong lunch. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It took us two hours to get essentially all lunch specials &amp;amp; our checks. But our waitress rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I've discovered that when I'm in a big crowd like that, I tend to sit back &amp;amp; let others talk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Especially when you're with, say, 15 guys + 1 girl (all coworkers) who are either chatting about football or engineering. Zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm gloomy today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The rain &amp;amp; dreariness is really affecting my mood. I'm happy to get some mom &amp;amp; dad love this weekend. (And happy early b-day, Daddio!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am an antibiotic/Mucinex/Excedrin-lovin' fool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I guess it's good it's raining, because then there's an excuse for my pathetic hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm so happy I found a passable nail file in my purse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Otherwise, I would have chewed all my nails off. (Two had ragged edges, &amp;amp; I bit them to smooth them out, and then that started an OCD frenzy of getting all my nails to match. I know I'm weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I wish I had some chocolate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or some change for the vending machine. Bad Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think the entire town has checked out.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know my office has. No one is working. How can we?! It's Friday, gloomy, sleepy-time. Got to rest to endure the frustration that will inevitably be the Miami/Tech game tomorrow. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've never seen a college town so nuts about their football team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't think BYU or the U were this bad. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night, J &amp;amp; I went to a lecture by Dr. Abercrombie (I think) from some university hospital in SC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Apparently they let some of their residents do international medical missions/residencies. The idealist part of me really wants Jared to do this, and then we can go live overseas for a year. The practical part thinks - if I'm a raising a kid by then, I'm not sure I want to live near poisonous snakes &amp;amp; stuff. I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Out of about 30 people total in my company, 5 guys' wives are expecting between next Tuesday &amp;amp; next March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Sheesh - a baby boom wherever I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5853457289681051917?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5853457289681051917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5853457289681051917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5853457289681051917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5853457289681051917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/miscellaneous-friday-afternoon-thoughts.html' title='Miscellaneous Friday afternoon thoughts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5513250513310784451</id><published>2009-09-25T10:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:25:43.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is some kind of holiday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrzRtKGHIcI/AAAAAAAADsg/sP11ig3x4H0/s1600-h/prod-apostrophe.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrzRtKGHIcI/AAAAAAAADsg/sP11ig3x4H0/s400/prod-apostrophe.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, yesterday was "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;National Punctuation Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;(As a former English teacher, I can't believe I missed this.)&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.nationalpunctuationday.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to join in on the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(And &lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=is-texting-making-us-bad-spellers-09-09-23"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; an article debating the downfall of spelling, due to texting. I saw a lot of you in the 8th, 9th &amp;amp; 10th grade classes I taught.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5513250513310784451?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5513250513310784451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5513250513310784451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5513250513310784451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5513250513310784451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyday-is-some-kind-of-holiday.html' title='Everyday is some kind of holiday...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrzRtKGHIcI/AAAAAAAADsg/sP11ig3x4H0/s72-c/prod-apostrophe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2218501818352205613</id><published>2009-09-25T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:14:04.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ahahahahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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funny coworker Mike is leaving my company after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-4959960735480959505?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/4959960735480959505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=4959960735480959505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4959960735480959505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4959960735480959505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1297405634371993029</id><published>2009-09-25T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:00:46.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Honesty Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://martothetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/honesty-tag.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://martothetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/honesty-tag.html"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;. Here are the rules. List ten Honest things about myself and tag 10 other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who I think are honest in their blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a little insight on me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't really enjoy my job.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's actually been a long time since I've enjoyed any of my jobs, come to think of it. I think the main reason for this is because I still don't know what I want to do, but I no longer have the funds for school nor the patience to stick out another 2-4 years. So I do what a lot of people do - I make do with what I've got, and try to be grateful to have a job in the first place. (But I don't really know very many girls who say, "When I grow up, I want to be a secretary/receptionist/office manager...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Martha, I'm not a decorator either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have my ideas, but things are either too expensive or just not worth it. I don't get worked up over everything matching. In fact, right now, I'm super grateful that most of the furniture we have was free to us. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'd like to live anywhere and everywhere right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (okay, I guess there are a few exceptions). I think because I've pretty much always lived in Virginia, I've had some serious wanderlust for awhile. Whereas Jared, because he's lived all over, is content to stay put. We are, shall we say, at an impasse currently. (I say we do a residency in Hawaii - Jared is content to do one in, say, Roanoke. Bleccch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm cleaner than I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I guess it was a product of living at home, but there I let mom or dad or someone else clean. But I seem to enjoy the sink being free of dishes and pretty much all counter tops must be clean at all times. Otherwise I get grossed out. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to pick fights so Jared will actually argue with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Is that weird? Probably. I am most likely married to the most laid-back man in all of history. I try to be good &amp;amp; patient &amp;amp; kind so he doesn't have a lot to put up with, but I know he's had to adjust to me &amp;amp; my occasional moods. (I'm female, okay???) Sometimes I want to flush things out, but Jared's method is avoidance. And sometimes, albeit rarely, that annoys me to the point of picking fights with him. (It's actually harder than it sounds - he simply refuses to argue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I get bored easily.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not just at work, but pretty much in all facets of life. For example, I get bored while watching movies. Jared's family makes fun of me, because if the movie (pretty much no matter what the movie is) is longer than a TV episode, I'll get up &amp;amp; wander around. Or fall asleep. Also, in church, if I don't take notes, I get bored &amp;amp; start picking at Jared. And then, if I have a workout routine that becomes stale, I'll look for something else to do or else give up working out for awhile altogether. See the pattern? Am I ADD? ADHD? Unsure. Can that happen as an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I have a speeding problem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I love cars with power &amp;amp; speed. I come by it naturally. Both of my parents are car people. And all of my siblings too. Jared doesn't understand my lead foot. But then, after he met my dad &amp;amp; especially Scott, he understood where the love of cars came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;If I could, I would have a little piece of chocolate everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know why I love it so much. In high school, I was totally into salt. Maybe now I'm making up for years of saltiness. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I think I will always miss Ginnie, which is funny, because we SO did not get along growing up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always felt competitive with her. But, it turns out, all we sisters needed was moving away from each other &amp;amp; then we are the very best of friends. We are different enough that we get on each other's nerves if we live in the same space for too long. But we're alike enough that we call each other at least several times a week. And I miss her, likely because I'm a little lonely these days &amp;amp; her life seems so much more full than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really don't like talking on the phone. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I'd much rather think out my thoughts &amp;amp; then email.) As a teenager, I did like chatting on the phone, but then when I was all big &amp;amp; grown up, I got a receptionist job where people yelled at me because I couldn't give them the answers they were looking for (this was a job of several years ago). I started to dread talking on the phone. Nowadays, the only people I will talk to - and enjoy talking to - are those I know love me, no matter what. And those I can be honest with, as in, "I really don't have much to say/feel like talking right now." (Jared, Mom, Ginnie, Melody, &amp;amp; maybe one or two close friends - although even with them, I am initially apprehensive.) Otherwise, when I'm on the phone, I feel like I have to be polite &amp;amp; chatter on until people get tired of me or get to the point. And guess what? I'm totally in a receptionist position again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hereby tag: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginnie S, Kelly M, Melody H, Ana E, Lenore S, Becca B, Nora H, Michelle T, Amber S, Leslie L &amp;amp; anyone else who wants to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for reading. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1297405634371993029?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1297405634371993029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1297405634371993029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1297405634371993029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1297405634371993029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/honesty-tag.html' title='Honesty Tag'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6512364156298050834</id><published>2009-09-24T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:17:16.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://martawrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marta &lt;/a&gt;(whose blog I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;adore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, by the way. Simplicity, beauty &amp;amp; just pure joy.). I probably shouldn't copy her idea, but I feel the need to write &amp;amp; am all fuzzy right now. (Turns out I have more than a cold - a sinus infection. At least the meds should kick in soon, hopefully.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures, so these Web images will have to do, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunP0WUMEI/AAAAAAAADsI/tFUQGHMvf_w/s1600-h/sleepytime-throat-tamer-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="83" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunP0WUMEI/AAAAAAAADsI/tFUQGHMvf_w/s200/sleepytime-throat-tamer-med.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunL0LT0GI/AAAAAAAADsA/2aO65IAR8vk/s1600-h/library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunL0LT0GI/AAAAAAAADsA/2aO65IAR8vk/s1600/library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunL0LT0GI/AAAAAAAADsA/2aO65IAR8vk/s200/library.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunE_a1VQI/AAAAAAAADro/papYkbZ_8uY/s1600-h/granolabar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunE_a1VQI/AAAAAAAADro/papYkbZ_8uY/s200/granolabar.jpg" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srum-lUZToI/AAAAAAAADrY/TjcA3ogTgJ0/s1600-h/clinique-the-kissers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srum-lUZToI/AAAAAAAADrY/TjcA3ogTgJ0/s200/clinique-the-kissers.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunDdPpr3I/AAAAAAAADrg/AIMfcwhb0ng/s1600-h/gaiam+yoga+weight+loss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunDdPpr3I/AAAAAAAADrg/AIMfcwhb0ng/s200/gaiam+yoga+weight+loss.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunJC4BUlI/AAAAAAAADr4/GlynfeD2Iv8/s1600-h/goodyochlessearthtonethins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunJC4BUlI/AAAAAAAADr4/GlynfeD2Iv8/s200/goodyochlessearthtonethins.jpg" width="76" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srun8IN0klI/AAAAAAAADsQ/xAhT4wYC38s/s1600-h/loop_organic_pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srun8IN0klI/AAAAAAAADsQ/xAhT4wYC38s/s200/loop_organic_pillow.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunG-GSkkI/AAAAAAAADrw/5xCno0pzWMI/s1600-h/kitten.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="115" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunG-GSkkI/AAAAAAAADrw/5xCno0pzWMI/s200/kitten.png" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So here's to the little things in life that make me happy. What are your little loves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6512364156298050834?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6512364156298050834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6512364156298050834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6512364156298050834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6512364156298050834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-loves.html' title='My little loves'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrunP0WUMEI/AAAAAAAADsI/tFUQGHMvf_w/s72-c/sleepytime-throat-tamer-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5439646117643574669</id><published>2009-09-24T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:52:05.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrujrCUr7zI/AAAAAAAADrQ/lJIx84rsNK0/s1600-h/yazz-black.default.0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrujrCUr7zI/AAAAAAAADrQ/lJIx84rsNK0/s320/yazz-black.default.0150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So normally I don't post about other Giveaways (I just enter), but this one is too good not to be shared, because we &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;love shoes. Or could use another pair. (It seems like September is the month of doom for me. My wallet got stolen, I got a sinus infection, my pants were destroyed by the white-out fiasco, &amp;amp; I've had 3 pairs of shoes break. Granted, they were old &amp;amp; from discount stores, so I'm surprised they lasted as long as they did. But I could still use a new pair of shoes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musthaveshoes.com/mhs/"&gt;Musthaveshoes &lt;/a&gt;is having a giveaway, hosted through &lt;a href="http://justformeandyou2.blogspot.com/2009/09/musthaveshoescom-review-giveaway_24.html"&gt;Just For Me &amp;amp; You&lt;/a&gt;. Make sure you check them both out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you win, I get to wear your shoes one of these days! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5439646117643574669?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5439646117643574669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5439646117643574669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5439646117643574669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5439646117643574669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoes-giveaway.html' title='Shoes Giveaway'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrujrCUr7zI/AAAAAAAADrQ/lJIx84rsNK0/s72-c/yazz-black.default.0150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6432819888583473925</id><published>2009-09-24T12:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:34:10.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday, Shade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srue9kG5vkI/AAAAAAAADrI/lrZU3OE448s/s1600-h/friendsandfamilyinvite-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srue9kG5vkI/AAAAAAAADrI/lrZU3OE448s/s320/friendsandfamilyinvite-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to one of my very favorite online clothing sites, &lt;a href="http://www.shadeclothing.com/"&gt;Shade&lt;/a&gt;. They have great tanks, tees, &amp;amp; other layering basics that make it oh-so-easy to be modest. They've been a lifesaver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For their anniversary, they're offering a Friends &amp;amp; Family 30% off special. Go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.shadeclothing.com/MailingList/Emailsubscribe.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6432819888583473925?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6432819888583473925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6432819888583473925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6432819888583473925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6432819888583473925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-bday-shade.html' title='Happy Bday, Shade!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srue9kG5vkI/AAAAAAAADrI/lrZU3OE448s/s72-c/friendsandfamilyinvite-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5525018120545675913</id><published>2009-09-23T13:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:17:34.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The day the white-out exploded</title><content type='html'>Once, I was at work, minding my own business, when I saw the white-out on my desk. "I should use that in my planner &amp;amp; make it a little cleaner," I thought, "rather than having all of these ugly squiggly lines I've created." So I pulled out the white-out. I should explain that I do indeed have white-out tape, but I have never been fully satisfied using it - it always seems to bunch up at the end &amp;amp; not cover to my satisfaction. Therefore, I prefer the old, liquid kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to thoroughly apply said white-out, when, all of a sudden, my right hand got what I affectionately term "the dropsies." (I have these dropsies often - I have broken glasses, bowls, a phone &amp;amp; other numerous objects when my right hand suddenly shakes &amp;amp; dumps out any and all occupants on the floor.) Today, when I got the dropsies, my hand dumped the ENTIRE OPEN BOTTLE of white-out onto my desk, keyboard, lap &amp;amp; chair. &lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;I now have white-out covering my desk, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;keyboard, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;hand, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;black leather chair &amp;amp; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;khaki pants.&lt;/u&gt; (What if I had been wearing black pants???? I shudder to think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of quickly snatching up the flowing liquid, I had a moment of - "I &lt;i&gt;cannot &lt;/i&gt;believe this is happening to me - &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp; (It happened yesterday morning, actually, only that time it was my Brita pitcher filled with water and not white out, so now my kitchen floor is essentially mopped for the week. Happy accident, I suppose.) I proceeded, like an idiot, to stare at the white-out gushing into my lap. (Nay, &lt;i&gt;crotch&lt;/i&gt;. Crotch!) I finally had the presence of mind to jump up &amp;amp; scoop the white-out into my hands. I must have made some horrified noise, because two of the engineers I work with came running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I didn't know this previously, but engineers sure like to fix things. They have, before I arrived on the job, fixed the toaster, the coffee maker, &amp;amp; the shredder- not once, but twice. (Part of me wishes Jared were an engineer, but I digress.) Two of said engineers came over to me &amp;amp; quickly assessed the situation. "Paper towels," shouted one. "Acetone!" shouted another. They came back with those products &amp;amp; a paintbrush and now, I am happy to say, I am spending my afternoon stipling the black leather chair &amp;amp; scraping off the keyboard, all while getting high off nail-polish remover. On a positive note, I managed to get it all off the desk (mostly), keyboard, &amp;amp; 50% off the chair (although this is being done in shifts - who knew leather had &lt;b&gt;so &lt;/b&gt;much grain to it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I cannot say the same for my hand &amp;amp; pants. My pants may be lost forever, &amp;amp; who knows if &amp;amp; when the white-out will come off my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the bright side, I &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;been wanting a new pair of khaki pants for awhile...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might ask - "Katie, why not just NOT use white-out/sharp objects/dishes/paint/etc. when you have the dropsies?" Well, unfortunately for me, the dropsies often strike without warning. But maybe I'll revisit &amp;amp; recorrect my aversion to the white-out correction tape...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5525018120545675913?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5525018120545675913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5525018120545675913' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5525018120545675913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5525018120545675913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-white-out-exploded.html' title='The day the white-out exploded'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3922452606859132177</id><published>2009-09-23T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:40:05.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>For your reading enjoyment</title><content type='html'>I loved this &lt;a href="http://wouldbewritersguild.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-bread.html"&gt;great post&lt;/a&gt; on the Rosh Hashanah tradition by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06541824528443852791"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt;. Sometimes I think we should try something as symbolic &amp;amp; introspective, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I am flinging my bread theoretically out into the water &amp;amp; giving up my impatience with others (especially for being too slow on the road), my distaste for mornings, my laziness, my lack of will to exercise or eat right, &amp;amp; being too hard on myself &amp;amp;, occasionally, family members (not that I ever tell them this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;giving up, tossing into the water?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3922452606859132177?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3922452606859132177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3922452606859132177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3922452606859132177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3922452606859132177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-your-reading-enjoyment.html' title='For your reading enjoyment'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6212137645716001254</id><published>2009-09-23T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:16:44.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your random fun links for the day</title><content type='html'>The Cosby show &lt;a href="http://www.tvland.com/prime/shows/cosby/"&gt;celebrates &lt;/a&gt;25 years. I feel old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for Chad - &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/World-Beard-and-Moustache-Championships/ss/events/lf/092209beardmoustache"&gt;photos &lt;/a&gt;of the World Beard &amp;amp; Mustache Championships. Shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, people in Philly have gotta be &lt;a href="http://filmdrunk.uproxx.com/?attachment_id=19083"&gt;reminded &lt;/a&gt;to wash their hands. Wha??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive Aggressive &lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/"&gt;Notes &lt;/a&gt;(wow, this reminds me of one of my college roommates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SroonjYhtuI/AAAAAAAADqw/cHmYpZ9b8kw/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Passive Aggressive Work Lunch/Fridge &lt;a href="http://www.holytaco.com/25-passive-aggressive-office-kitchen-notes"&gt;Notes&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SroonjYhtuI/AAAAAAAADqw/cHmYpZ9b8kw/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SroonjYhtuI/AAAAAAAADqw/cHmYpZ9b8kw/s320/cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrosqkzA2yI/AAAAAAAADq4/3_tDzqRLy1k/s1600-h/whaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Celebrities &lt;a href="http://www.thefablife.com/nggallery/post/naked-celebrity-faces/page/1956"&gt;without makeup&lt;/a&gt;. Proving they are, in reality, just as ugly as we all are. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz time: Which &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;superhero &lt;/a&gt;are you? Apparently I'm Spiderman. Huh. Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quiz: Which &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/"&gt;villian &lt;/a&gt;are you? I'm Mystique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ID the &lt;a href="http://food.aol.com/play-with-your-food/candy-bar-id-quiz"&gt;candybar&lt;/a&gt;? I only got half right. I guess I don't know candy as well as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take words &amp;amp; change them into a different &lt;a href="http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/"&gt;dialect&lt;/a&gt;. Hilarious. (For example, "Have a nice day" in jive is "Gots some supa fine day.  Slap mah fro!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly &lt;a href="http://www.mcphee.com/shop/"&gt;odd products&lt;/a&gt; for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrosqkzA2yI/AAAAAAAADq4/3_tDzqRLy1k/s1600-h/whaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrosqkzA2yI/AAAAAAAADq4/3_tDzqRLy1k/s320/whaaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrotuAt2jeI/AAAAAAAADrA/R2-h7Qy5Ll4/s1600-h/song-chart-memes-being-father.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graph Jam. &lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/"&gt;Randomness &lt;/a&gt;put into graph form. This site is cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrotuAt2jeI/AAAAAAAADrA/R2-h7Qy5Ll4/s1600-h/song-chart-memes-being-father.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrotuAt2jeI/AAAAAAAADrA/R2-h7Qy5Ll4/s400/song-chart-memes-being-father.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6212137645716001254?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6212137645716001254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6212137645716001254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6212137645716001254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6212137645716001254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-random-fun-links-for-day.html' title='Your random fun links for the day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SroonjYhtuI/AAAAAAAADqw/cHmYpZ9b8kw/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6375138509418182895</id><published>2009-09-23T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:16:35.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>This template is beyond weird. I love the background, but when I try to edit, it often spits out odd colors. And then, when I fix in edit mode, it appears correct, but when I view, there are weird highlight colors or font colors. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6375138509418182895?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6375138509418182895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6375138509418182895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6375138509418182895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6375138509418182895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps_23.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5481030589445318037</id><published>2009-09-23T09:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:26:20.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A few thoughts I like this morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgb(120, 63, 4); color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;“In the strength of the Lord we can do and endure and overcome all things.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: rgb(7, 55, 99);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Elder David A. Bednar (“In the Strength of the Lord,” &lt;i&gt;Liahona&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Ensign,&lt;/i&gt; Nov. 2004, 77.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);font-size:small;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"&gt;"[The Savior] is saying to us, 'Trust me, learn of me, do what I do. Then when you walk where I am going,' He says, 'we can talk about where you are going, and the problems you face and the troubles you have. If you follow me, I will lead you out of darkness,' he promises. 'I will give you answers to your prayers. I will give you rest to your souls.'" Then later in the same talk Elder Holland says, " . . . He knows the way out and He knows the way up. He knows it because He has walked it. He knows the way because He is the way."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;("Broken Things to Mend," Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, Ensign, May, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 242, 204);"&gt;"The enabling and strengthening aspect of the Atonement helps us to see and to do and to become good in ways that we could never recognize or accomplish with our limited mortal capacity.” &lt;/span&gt; David A. Bednar, “In the Strength of the Lord,” Ensign, November, 2004. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 63, 129);font-size:small;" &gt;"The Lord wants to bless us, but we come to the earth to learn.  What is the most significant thing that we must learn?  'And this is life eternal that they might know thee and the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent.'  Nothing else really matters!  And how to we get to know God?  By listening.  By putting off the 'natural man' as King Benjamin entreats us, and becoming spiritual men.  And how is the only way we can do this?  Through the grace of God, or the enabling power of the atonement.  So the problems and challenges in our lives are opportunities for us to grow by enlisting the aid of the atonement to overcome those challenges.  Alma pleads with us in the words of the Savior, 'Come unto me and ye shall partake of the fruit of the tree of life; yea, ye shall eat and drink of the bread and the waters of life freely.' (Alma 5:32) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:small;color:black;"  &gt;(GG Vandagriff, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 63, 129);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:small;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nephi’s Bonds and Mahonri’s Stones," http://www.ggvandagriff.comGG_Vandagriff_Author/Essay.html)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: rgb(56, 118, 29);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of — throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 63, 129);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: rgb(56, 118, 29);"&gt;" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(CS Lewis, &lt;i&gt;Mere Christianity)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5481030589445318037?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5481030589445318037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5481030589445318037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5481030589445318037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5481030589445318037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-thoughts-i-like-this-morning.html' title='A few thoughts I like this morning'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7024026701418249141</id><published>2009-09-22T16:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:15:51.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The clothes make the man</title><content type='html'>I am not generally a shopper - of clothes, that is. (I do quite enjoy buying presents for other people &amp;amp; lately, oddly enough, I &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;enjoy grocery shopping. Weird.) I hearken back to my fat years where I would try on clothes in the fitting room &amp;amp; eventually cry out of frustration. That kind of thing, repeated, tends to scar a person, so I'm still a little weary when it comes to clothes shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrkukbhqTSI/AAAAAAAADqo/dVN7MKN0UW4/s1600-h/F109EmpressTop_VL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrkukbhqTSI/AAAAAAAADqo/dVN7MKN0UW4/s320/F109EmpressTop_VL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bought this shirt online - when it was slightly more expensive - and I'm ever so glad I did. Obviously I am not as pretty or thin as the model they chose to showcase it, but I do feel a little pretty every single time I wear it. And I am wearing it today, so I feel kind of lovely, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My favorite, modest-friendly online clothing sites (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downeastbasics.com/index.htm"&gt;DownEast Basics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.layersclothing.com/"&gt;Layers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shadeclothing.com/"&gt;Shade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Know of others? Send them to me. I'm always looking for great layering basics &amp;amp; pretty church dresses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-7024026701418249141?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7024026701418249141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7024026701418249141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7024026701418249141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7024026701418249141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/clothes-make-man.html' title='The clothes make the man'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrkukbhqTSI/AAAAAAAADqo/dVN7MKN0UW4/s72-c/F109EmpressTop_VL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1593807844709478346</id><published>2009-09-22T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:35:56.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><content type='html'>I really liked &lt;a href="http://memoriesoncloverlane.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-not-to-regret.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; (even though I don't yet have children)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have found one of the best ways to examine the life you are living is asking yourself, 'Will I regret this?' I picture myself in a rocking chair on a front porch, watching my grandchildren, or great grandchildren play on the lawn. Will I look back with peace in my heart? Will I say, 'I wish I would have slowed down and savored every moment?' It's not really a fun thing to do, but it always enables you to spit out the right answer. It always tells me to stay focused, run against the grain of the times, and enjoy the small moments. It reminds me to stay strong and centered about what I want to believe...that simply raising your children, being a mother and a wife, is enough, when everything we read and hear and see is sending us the opposite message. To say 'no' to the excess's of life, and 'yes' to the things that really count."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you. ~John De Paola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1593807844709478346?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1593807844709478346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1593807844709478346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1593807844709478346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1593807844709478346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-897486521311355506</id><published>2009-09-22T15:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:36:18.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Tender Mercies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today Jared &amp;amp; I went to an Institute class that the new Institute director in our area holds at VCOM. It was kind of cool - I haven't been to Institute in &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;long. The class is an abbreviated version, because the 1st &amp;amp; 2nd years' lunch times overlap, so we really only have about 30 minutes for a class, but it was a good spiritual uplift for my day, and helped me get over my "this-feels-like-Monday-again" grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brother Cornelsen taught us today on "tender mercies." We were looking at 1 Nephi, 1:20, where Nephi says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"And when the Jews heard these things they were angry with him; yea, even as with the prophets of old, whom they had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: black;"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/1/20a" mark="a" style="color: black;" title="Jer. 13: 11; Hel. 13: 24 (24-28)" type="A"&gt;cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; out, and stoned, and slain; and they also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: black;"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/1/20b" mark="b" style="color: black;" title="Jer. 11: 19; 1 Ne. 2: 2 (1-4); 2 Ne. 10: 20; TG Prophets, Rejection of." type="C"&gt;sought&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; his life, that they might take it away.  But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;the tender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/1/20c" mark="c" style="background-color: white; color: black;" title="Gen. 32: 10; Alma 34: 38; D&amp;amp;C 46: 15." type="A"&gt;mercies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/1/20d" mark="d" style="background-color: white; color: black;" title="TG Deliverance." type="B"&gt;deliverance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; The basic gist was that in order to receive tender mercies, we have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;be faithful &amp;amp; endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. And we have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt; learn to look for the tender mercies we receive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. It's the small things, I think, that are often our blessings - or tender mercies - reminders that God hears &amp;amp; loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Elder David A. Bednar, in his April 2005 General Conference talk "The Tender Mercies of the Lord," said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; "I testify that the tender mercies of the Lord are real and that they do &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;occur randomly or or merely by coincidence. Often the Lord's timing of His tender mercies helps us to both discern and acknowledge them. ...The Lord's tender mercies are the very personal and individualized blessings, strength, protection, assurances, guidance, loving-kindness, consolation, support, and spiritual gifts which we receive from and because of and through the Lord Jesus Christ. Truly the Lord suits 'his mercies according to the conditions of the children of men' (D&amp;amp;C 46:15). It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;our hearts and our aspirations and our obedience which definitively determine whether we are counted as one of God's chosen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. ...The fundamental purposes for the gift of agency were to love one another and to choose God. Thus we become God's chosen and invite His tender mercies as we use our agency to choose God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am grateful for the little things - the tender mercies, in fact - that remind me that Heavenly Father is aware of me, my struggles, my triumphs, my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; That he knows I am here. I am thankful for not one, but two phone calls from a friend &amp;amp; my sweet sister-in-law, just because I'd been on their radar to check in. I'm thankful for a husband who gave me a blessing of healing, but included some sweet words of comfort &amp;amp; love from a Father in Heaven above, who knows me. And loves me anyway. I am thankful for the beautiful sunset I saw while on a walk with Jared the other day, because sunsets always remind me of God's love for us by giving us such a beautiful place to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;I am thankful for these small, tender mercies that help tie me back to Heavenly Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-897486521311355506?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/897486521311355506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=897486521311355506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/897486521311355506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/897486521311355506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/tender-mercies.html' title='Tender Mercies'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-937083984918414169</id><published>2009-09-22T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:36:40.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>One more guilty pleasure...</title><content type='html'>My besties. As in, Gretel, Marisa, Arianne, Lizzie, Melody, Ginnie, Jared, and, of course, mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-937083984918414169?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/937083984918414169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=937083984918414169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/937083984918414169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/937083984918414169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-more-guilty-pleasure.html' title='One more guilty pleasure...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8696322849511874900</id><published>2009-09-21T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:36:55.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>As if you wanted to hear more about my husband...</title><content type='html'>Too bad. He's playing video games &amp;amp; a friend sent me the following survey, which I shall do &amp;amp; possibly erase later before I make this blog a book/begin a new blog. Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srg9hEsM_hI/AAAAAAAADpY/peWlfN1Z69M/s1600-h/J_1954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srg9hEsM_hI/AAAAAAAADpY/peWlfN1Z69M/s320/J_1954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;pouse Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Come on, play along - inquiring minds want to know! ;-). Copy this and paste it to your notes/blog. Erase my answers, put yours, tag your friends and publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;We dated in 2007, got engaged Jan 2008, and were married May 2008. I can't believe how fast time has flown since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I asked him out on our first date &amp;amp; we kinda dated/were friends from there. It was all very confusing, you see (at least to me). Something which I still tease Jared about. How I stalked/beat him into submission/into marrying me. Now he's stuck...mwahahahaha. &amp;gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who asked who out?&lt;br /&gt;I asked him out. I was going on a one date a month thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How old are each of you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 29 soon (accck!) &amp;amp; J just turned 25 this summer. According to the oh-so-accurate Facebook quiz, though, my REAL age is 25. So there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, we both went to BYU for at least one semester, but not at the same time. Otherwise, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the smartest?&lt;br /&gt;Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the most sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Me, by a longshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;we love mexican, thai &amp;amp; italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Colorado (holla, Melody!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the craziest exes?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Jared. He wins by default, because I simply HAVE no exes. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the worst temper?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does the cooking?&lt;br /&gt;Me, and I have to say most of the time I'm not as bad as I thought I would be. I still prefer baking, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more social?&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the neat-freak?&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the most stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;It would seem like I am, but Jared is pretty stubborn, albeit in a quiet way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who hogs the bed?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jared. He has gotten hurt feelings because apparently when he elbows me in the face &amp;amp; I speak to him about it in the middle of the night, I am actually yelling. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who wakes up earlier?&lt;br /&gt;Me, but only because my stupid body doesn't sleep deeply or well most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where was your first date?&lt;br /&gt;Maggiano's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the bigger family?&lt;br /&gt;Immediate family - Jared. Extended family - me, hands down. (Thanks, Great-great grandma Lyddie, for having 21 kids...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you get flowers often?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but that's ok. He gives me lots of love notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt; ♥ How do you spend the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, because our families live in the exact same town &amp;amp; want us both there at the same times. We're trying to strike a balance, but finding it difficult. When we have kids, I'm all for moving somewhere else &amp;amp; making people come to &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;. We'll see how that works out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more jealous?&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us have a jealous streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did it take to get serious?&lt;br /&gt;I guess several months? Although it was fast from official we're-only-dating-each-other to engagement - try two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who eats more?&lt;br /&gt;Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does/did the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I do. Jared goes through more laundry than anyone I've ever known. But, then again, he DOES work out everyday, so I'd rather his stinky workout clothes be non-stinky...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who’s better with the computer?&lt;br /&gt;me, but only because of all my jobs &amp;amp; the requirements of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;We take turns. It depends if we want to be somewhere on time/early or not. If we do, I drive. If we want to relax, Jared drives. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8696322849511874900?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8696322849511874900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8696322849511874900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8696322849511874900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8696322849511874900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-if-you-wanted-to-hear-more-about-my.html' title='As if you wanted to hear more about my husband...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Srg9hEsM_hI/AAAAAAAADpY/peWlfN1Z69M/s72-c/J_1954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-274247919068956526</id><published>2009-09-21T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:40:34.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>I want to use a nature scene or some other graphic behind my header. But no matter whether I do it in minima or stretch minima (righty or lefty), I can't seem to fit the graphic or picture all the way across. Suggestions/helpful hints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-274247919068956526?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/274247919068956526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=274247919068956526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/274247919068956526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/274247919068956526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1457606530782397007</id><published>2009-09-21T22:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:31:46.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>So traumatic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrgytwSSlTI/AAAAAAAADo4/DjrfBKL_9DI/s1600-h/kts+first+haircut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrgytwSSlTI/AAAAAAAADo4/DjrfBKL_9DI/s320/kts+first+haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently I was scared. And now I am feeling pity for a picture of my 2 (?) year-old self. First-ever haircut. Poor little me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Thanks, mom, for sending this blast from the past that I don't remember. Probably a good thing or my hair would be all gnarly &amp;amp; Repunzel-like.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1457606530782397007?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1457606530782397007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1457606530782397007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1457606530782397007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1457606530782397007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-traumatic.html' title='So traumatic...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrgytwSSlTI/AAAAAAAADo4/DjrfBKL_9DI/s72-c/kts+first+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8478253398110350588</id><published>2009-09-21T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:20:28.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>10. Long soaks in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;9. Blogging/playing on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;8.  Take5 candy bars&lt;br /&gt;7.  Taking plastic off Cd's/DVD's (I know I'm a weirdo, but I love taking the sticky plastic labels off.)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Buying expensive perfumes (or getting them as gifts) - I adore yummy smells!&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking in weird accents (luckily I have the perfect partner for this - my husband, who is a voice manipulator extraordinaire)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Watching girly, period-piece movies like &lt;i&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Taking long walks at sunset/dusk around my beautiful neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;2.  Talking to my sister, mom or sister-in-law on the phone&lt;br /&gt;1.  Becoming totally immersed in a new book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mythreesnakesandsnails.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kalisi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8478253398110350588?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8478253398110350588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8478253398110350588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8478253398110350588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8478253398110350588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7579920037445683916</id><published>2009-09-21T13:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:58:25.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where I'm From</title><content type='html'>I am from green trees and rolling hills,&lt;br /&gt;From pounds of pollen in the spring&lt;br /&gt;And shiny icy streets in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;I am from afghans crafted with love by my great-grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;From enormous family gatherings&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't know a soul.&lt;br /&gt;("Oh honey, she's your 4th cousin, once removed!")&lt;br /&gt;I am from impromptu soccer games in the cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;With the neighborhood kids who know I had no skills to speak of,&lt;br /&gt;But let me play anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I am from the gaggle of girls who acted out&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic stories with our barbies&lt;br /&gt;Every summer afternoon &lt;br /&gt;On my porch.&lt;br /&gt;I am from long-winded, embellished family stories,&lt;br /&gt;Passed down from generation to generation, &lt;br /&gt;Firmly embedded in the community of my forefathers,&lt;br /&gt;Always with some humor added.&lt;br /&gt;I am from music of all sorts, &lt;br /&gt;Whether instrumental or vocal,&lt;br /&gt;Classical or jazz-tinged,&lt;br /&gt;All notes, tones and pitches streaming through the house.&lt;br /&gt;I am from family dinners and family home evenings,&lt;br /&gt;Family movie nights and games,&lt;br /&gt;And daddy-daughter dates.&lt;br /&gt;I am from love, faith, and nurturing,&lt;br /&gt;And I am grateful for where I'm from,&lt;br /&gt;And want to carry these things on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was a writing exercise inspired by &lt;a href="http://wouldbewritersguild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany &lt;/a&gt;and this &lt;a href="http://www.georgeellalyon.com/where.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-7579920037445683916?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7579920037445683916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7579920037445683916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7579920037445683916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7579920037445683916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-im-from.html' title='Where I&apos;m From'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2827703853076586465</id><published>2009-09-21T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:32:43.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about where my life is headed. I am content so far as my marriage goes - I have one of the best husbands out there, I truly believe. Jared is such a good person &amp;amp; an example of optimism &amp;amp; faith. I am lucky to have him. I love the area where I live, and I am coming to love the ward I'm in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took a walk on Saturday and couldn't help but wonder what I should be doing with my life. Should I have children soon? The thought of having kids while Jared's in school terrifies me, because we both believe it's important for me to stay home in a child's early years. Should I stay in my current job? It's okay as far as jobs go, but, to be honest, a trained monkey could do my job (or even an untrained one). Should I be serving more? (Well, the answer to that is probably always yes.) Should I be involved in more hobbies? Sometimes I feel like I see my husband so little that what time we do have together (where he isn't focused on science-related things) is all spent with just the two of us, thereby limiting my chances to make friends. (And 99.9% of the families in our ward have scores of children, so it feels a little awkward sometimes trying to interact a lot. I know a lot of families want to spend time with each other as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is sharing all of this is that I finally realized something late last night. No matter what I do, Heavenly Father seems to be okay with the decisions I make. (No major red flags yet.) Sometimes I wish He would give me a little more advice or a push in a certain direction, but then again, I know I'm here to learn. And perhaps it's in the little things, the small areas of my life - serving in primary, being a friendly neighbor, supporting my husband during this intense time of study, trying to maintain a household/job - that matter the most. How I react and grow and learn in those small situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley, in a CES broadcast in 1985, said, "To all Latter-day Saints, I say, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;keep the faith&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;When you study, do so with balance. Read the Book of Mormon itself. Read it again and again. ... Pray about it, and the Holy Ghost will bear record to you, as he has to me and to millions of others, that it is the word of God, a voice crying from the dust to this generation in declaration of the divinity and the reality of the Lord Jesus Christ as the living Son of the living God. ... I cannot tell you in detail how to decide everything. &lt;b&gt;But I can promise that if you will make your decisions according to the standards of the gospel and the teachings of the Church, and if you will keep the faith, your lives will bear fruit of great good and you will know much of happiness and accomplishment&lt;/b&gt;. ... Be faithful, my friends. Be true. Be loyal to the great things of God which have been revealed in this dispensation. What a choice generation you are—the best, I think, in the history of the world. What a marvelous source of strength and power and capacity! God bless you each one that your lives may be happy and productive, that you may realize the desires of your hearts, that you may walk in faith and faithfulness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;it is the small things that truly matter&lt;/b&gt;. And that gives me some small comfort - that living the commandments, to the best of my ability, will prove me to Heavenly Father. I'm so thankful for that the small efforts on my part mean that much to Him. Even if I never do save the world or become some great activist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss President Hinckley. I know you shouldn't have favorites, but he was English major, okay? I feel a kinship...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-2827703853076586465?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/2827703853076586465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=2827703853076586465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2827703853076586465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2827703853076586465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-168343555559481754</id><published>2009-09-21T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:47:03.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for the priesthood. I've been feeling crummy for about a week now (I seem to always get colds) &amp;amp; I finally asked Jared &amp;amp; another brother in our ward, Mark, to give me a blessing yesterday. I was thinking this morning about how lucky I am to have this blessing in my life - priesthood blessings, that have the power to heal, comfort, instruct, and edify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brothers and sisters, can you imagine how dark and empty mortality would be if there were no priesthood? If the power of the priesthood were not upon the earth, the adversary would have freedom to roam and reign without restraint. There would be no gift of the Holy Ghost to direct and enlighten us; no prophets to speak in the name of the Lord; no temples where we could make sacred, eternal covenants; no authority to bless or baptize, to heal or comfort. Without the power of the priesthood, 'the whole earth would be utterly wasted' (see &lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/2/1-3#1" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/2//1-3#1')" target="contentWindow"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 2:1–3&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/2/1-3#1" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/2//1-3#1')" target="contentWindow"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 2:1–3&lt;/a&gt;). There would be no light, no hope—only darkness. ...Think of it, brothers and sisters—the priesthood has been restored. It is here on the earth today. ...And the blessings of the priesthood are available to &lt;i&gt;everyone.&lt;/i&gt; Indeed, the Father 'inviteth … all to come unto him and partake of his goodness; and he denieth none that come unto him, black and white, bond and free, male and female; … all are alike unto God' (&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/2_ne/26/33#33" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/2_ne/26//33#33')" target="contentWindow"&gt;2 Ne. 26:33&lt;/a&gt;)" (Elder Robert D. Hales, "Blessings of the Priesthood," &lt;i&gt;Ensign&lt;/i&gt;, November 1995).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this priceless gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-168343555559481754?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/168343555559481754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=168343555559481754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/168343555559481754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/168343555559481754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6242623130171757395</id><published>2009-09-20T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:58:05.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrbHJ43sNzI/AAAAAAAADow/UTR0WnRVwyY/s1600-h/Cowboysstadium_js.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrbHJ43sNzI/AAAAAAAADow/UTR0WnRVwyY/s320/Cowboysstadium_js.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Stinking $1 billion &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowboys_Stadium"&gt;Cowboys stadium&lt;/a&gt;. Do ya think the money could have been spent on world hunger, the economy, my husband's med school tuition????! Grrrr. This already adds to my loathing of the Cowboys. And celebrity-worship in general. Let'&lt;span style="display: inline;"&gt;s give moolah where it matters, people. Stepping off my soapbox now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6242623130171757395?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6242623130171757395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6242623130171757395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6242623130171757395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6242623130171757395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/shaking-my-head.html' title='Shaking my head...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrbHJ43sNzI/AAAAAAAADow/UTR0WnRVwyY/s72-c/Cowboysstadium_js.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-9203113309704836063</id><published>2009-09-20T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:59:30.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the realm of nastiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/debbiedoescakesnet/3862874632/"&gt;Ewwwwww&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which also reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaK9bjLy3v4"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-9203113309704836063?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/9203113309704836063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=9203113309704836063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/9203113309704836063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/9203113309704836063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-realm-of-nastiness.html' title='In the realm of nastiness...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7370240659982379694</id><published>2009-09-19T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:02:36.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. About J's facial hair...</title><content type='html'>It's totally a joke. He shaved it off, but wanted me to take silly pictures of him with chin-hair-only before he shaved his whole face. After a day of staring at him, I'm finally used to his face again. :) He keeps asking me whether I like him with or without facial hair, and, to be honest, I like him both ways. I really could care less. It's his face, and he doesn't get on me when I don't feel like shaving my legs, so we let each other alone. It's a good way to be, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I love my husband. I've been super blue today (likely owing to me being mad at my body for not getting over this cold yet/lack of sleep due to constant coughing/cleaning blues/bills blues/stolen cc paperwork blues/ensuing impatience with all of that, etc.), and Jared's been so sweet to me. He's such a good guy. (Either that, or his dad warned him a long time ago to always be nice to women when they are blue/irritated/in poor spirits. It works!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-7370240659982379694?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7370240659982379694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7370240659982379694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7370240659982379694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7370240659982379694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps-about-js-facial-hair.html' title='P.S. About J&apos;s facial hair...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6358858664158842032</id><published>2009-09-19T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:01:14.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You like? (aka experiments in facial hair)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrUN1D7lwyI/AAAAAAAADog/iCERgLd6btE/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrUN1D7lwyI/AAAAAAAADog/iCERgLd6btE/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrUN9j4kkvI/AAAAAAAADoo/sAvAcrbFSBk/s1600-h/IMG_2711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrUN9j4kkvI/AAAAAAAADoo/sAvAcrbFSBk/s320/IMG_2711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6358858664158842032?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6358858664158842032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6358858664158842032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6358858664158842032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6358858664158842032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-like.html' title='You like? (aka experiments in facial hair)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrUN1D7lwyI/AAAAAAAADog/iCERgLd6btE/s72-c/IMG_2710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8343017350860268425</id><published>2009-09-18T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:31:45.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Me, today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrPuGmLsxII/AAAAAAAADoY/EEuzc8QA4uY/s1600-h/ColdTissue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrPuGmLsxII/AAAAAAAADoY/EEuzc8QA4uY/s320/ColdTissue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8343017350860268425?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8343017350860268425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8343017350860268425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1205407313515029168</id><published>2009-09-18T12:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:33:38.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Blue Characteristics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrO2AkinyWI/AAAAAAAADoM/ey3SiHyJ0j4/s1600-h/OceanblueGicleePrint.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382846100563020130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrO2AkinyWI/AAAAAAAADoM/ey3SiHyJ0j4/s320/OceanblueGicleePrint.jpeg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE STRENGTHS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS AN INDIVIDUAL&lt;br /&gt;*sees life as a serious endeavor&lt;br /&gt;*appreciates beauty and detail&lt;br /&gt;*has strong aesthetic sense&lt;br /&gt;*stable and dependable (plow horse versus race horse)&lt;br /&gt;*sincere and emotionally deep&lt;br /&gt;*analytically oriented (concerned with why one behaves as he/she does)&lt;br /&gt;*high achiever&lt;br /&gt;*deep sense of purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A COMMUNICATOR&lt;br /&gt;*able to enjoy sensitive and deep conversation&lt;br /&gt;*strong skills in empathizing with others&lt;br /&gt;*remembers feelings and thoughts shared in conversation&lt;br /&gt;*willing to give conversations time to run their course&lt;br /&gt;*prefers small groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A GOAL SETTER&lt;br /&gt;*highly disciplined&lt;br /&gt;*receptive to other's suggestions&lt;br /&gt;*strong goal orientation&lt;br /&gt;*plans well and superb follow through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A CAREER PERSON&lt;br /&gt;*excellent behind-the-scenes worker&lt;br /&gt;*respectful of employer because of employer's position&lt;br /&gt;*enjoys detail and schedules&lt;br /&gt;*receptive to creative thinking&lt;br /&gt;*gives more of self than required or expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A PARENT&lt;br /&gt;*encourages academics and/or trade development in children&lt;br /&gt;*excellent trainer of skills (i.e., manners, study habits)&lt;br /&gt;*very observant&lt;br /&gt;*empathic and sensitive&lt;br /&gt;*sincere and loyal to children&lt;br /&gt;*keeps home clean and cozy&lt;br /&gt;*seeks to understand children's behavior&lt;br /&gt;*self-sacrificing&lt;br /&gt;*excellent in long term commitments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A CHILD&lt;br /&gt;*proper and behaved&lt;br /&gt;*easily disciplined verbally&lt;br /&gt;*concerned about being a good family member&lt;br /&gt;*sensitive and concerned about other family members&lt;br /&gt;*loyal to parents and siblings regardless of relationship&lt;br /&gt;*seeks learning opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;*loyal forever once friendship is established&lt;br /&gt;*genuine concern for other persons well-being&lt;br /&gt;*remembers special holidays and promotes celebrations&lt;br /&gt;*encouraging in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;*willing to commit time to the relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A COMMITTED COMPANION&lt;br /&gt;*priorities the relationship over other activities&lt;br /&gt;*considers spouse first in decision-making&lt;br /&gt;*responsible for making ongoing contributions to relationship&lt;br /&gt;*enjoys sharing intimate feelings with companion&lt;br /&gt;*values intimacy and places high priority on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITIES WHO APPEAR TO BE BLUES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;*Barbara Bush&lt;br /&gt;*Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE NATIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*United States&lt;br /&gt;*England&lt;br /&gt;*Denmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE LIMITATIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS AN INDIVIDUAL&lt;br /&gt;*highly emotional&lt;br /&gt;*smug and self-righteous&lt;br /&gt;*controlling and/or envious of other's success when too easily obtained&lt;br /&gt;*strong perfection and performance orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A COMMUNICATOR&lt;br /&gt;*tends to lecture and overkill issues&lt;br /&gt;*feels intense on many issues&lt;br /&gt;*rigid with principles and unwilling to negotiate&lt;br /&gt;*fears risking self in conversation&lt;br /&gt;*argues primarily from emotional perspective&lt;br /&gt;*strong expectation for others to be sensitive and deep&lt;br /&gt;*expects others to read his or her mind and know his or her feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A GOAL SETTER&lt;br /&gt;*sets unrealistic goals&lt;br /&gt;*easily discouraged when unsuccessful in accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;*easily frustrated with lack of team cooperation&lt;br /&gt;*expects others to understand his or her goals and make them a priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A CAREER PERSON&lt;br /&gt;*feels others are not capable of doing things as well as he or she craves security in career&lt;br /&gt;*feels inadequate with natural talents and creativity&lt;br /&gt;*shies away from public exposure and performance&lt;br /&gt;*establishes high and often unrealistic expectations for self and others&lt;br /&gt;*tend to over-plan and over-prepare&lt;br /&gt;*critical of self and others work&lt;br /&gt;*over-extends self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A PARENT&lt;br /&gt;*blames children for being unappreciative of parenting efforts&lt;br /&gt;*can be moody and unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;*easily irritated by others mistakes and shortcomings&lt;br /&gt;*usually loves others with strings attached&lt;br /&gt;*tends to give heavy doses of guilt to children&lt;br /&gt;*lacks ability to relax&lt;br /&gt;*requires a purpose in order to play&lt;br /&gt;*controlling of childrens lifestyle and overprotective&lt;br /&gt;*too precise and exact with expectations&lt;br /&gt;*feels a clean home is a high priority&lt;br /&gt;*accepts quite feelings too easily and readily&lt;br /&gt;*not spontaneous with activities&lt;br /&gt;*frustrates children with unrealistic expectations&lt;br /&gt;*strong sense of right and wrong-badgers child when perceived as wrong&lt;br /&gt;*lectures children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A CHILD&lt;br /&gt;*easily frustrated&lt;br /&gt;*feels guilty over minor concerns&lt;br /&gt;*moody and emotional (cries instead of facing issues)&lt;br /&gt;*feelings are easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;*martyr-like and complains about life&lt;br /&gt;*self-esteem is dependent on outside influences&lt;br /&gt;*has difficulty relaxing and often feels uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;*withholds affection if angered&lt;br /&gt;*waits for parent to initiate ideas and then criticizes unacceptable suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;*highly insecure about others acceptance and approval&lt;br /&gt;*feels rejected easily&lt;br /&gt;*when depressed or depressive-feels it is friends job to understand&lt;br /&gt;*can be revengeful and bitter if crossed or scarred emotionally&lt;br /&gt;*critical of friends principles or activities if not similar&lt;br /&gt;*expects friends to maintain strong loyalty&lt;br /&gt;*wishes friends would communicate more often&lt;br /&gt;*rarely playful and spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A COMMITTED COMPANION&lt;br /&gt;*blames others for his or her unhappiness ("if only you were more...")&lt;br /&gt;*demands affection and intimacy&lt;br /&gt;*demands time and attention or partner&lt;br /&gt;*highly manipulative in seeking support or understanding&lt;br /&gt;*suspicious of other's motives (distrustful)&lt;br /&gt;*unforgiving of past misunderstandings and wrong doings&lt;br /&gt;*clings to companion too much&lt;br /&gt;*withholds feelings when frightened he or she may be rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW TO DEVELOP A POSITIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH BLUES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO&lt;br /&gt;*Emphasize their security in the relationship&lt;br /&gt;*Be sensitive and soft spoken in your approach&lt;br /&gt;*Be sincere and genuine&lt;br /&gt;*Behave appropriately and well-mannered&lt;br /&gt;*Limit their risk level&lt;br /&gt;*Promote their creativity&lt;br /&gt;*Appreciate them&lt;br /&gt;*Allow ample time for them to gather their thoughts before expressing themselves&lt;br /&gt;*Be loyal&lt;br /&gt;*Do thorough analysis before making presentations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T&lt;br /&gt;*Make them feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;*Be rude or abrupt&lt;br /&gt;*Promote too much change&lt;br /&gt;*Expect spontaneity&lt;br /&gt;*Abandon them&lt;br /&gt;*Expect them to bounce back easily or quickly from depression&lt;br /&gt;*Demand perfection (they already expect too much from themselves)&lt;br /&gt;*Push them too quickly into making decisions&lt;br /&gt;*Expect them to forgive quickly when crossed&lt;br /&gt;*Demand immediate action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAREERS MOST LIKELY TO ATTRACT BLUES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Blues are most capable of adapting in the career world.&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher&lt;br /&gt;*Banker&lt;br /&gt;*Nurse&lt;br /&gt;*Homemaker&lt;br /&gt;*Clergy/Minister&lt;br /&gt;*Engineer&lt;br /&gt;*Psychotherapist&lt;br /&gt;*Accountant&lt;br /&gt;*Librarian&lt;br /&gt;*Computer&lt;br /&gt;*Programmer&lt;br /&gt;*Politician&lt;br /&gt;*Journalist&lt;br /&gt;*Musician&lt;br /&gt;*Architect&lt;br /&gt;*Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;*Lab Technician&lt;br /&gt;*Massage Therapist&lt;br /&gt;*Medical Assistant&lt;br /&gt;*Medical Code Biller&lt;br /&gt;*Medical Office Nursing Assistant&lt;br /&gt;*Pharmacy Assistant&lt;br /&gt;*Phlebotomy IV Radiologist Ltd&lt;br /&gt;*Rehabilitation&lt;br /&gt;*Internet Programming&lt;br /&gt;*Internet Specialist&lt;br /&gt;*System Analyst&lt;br /&gt;*Visual C++ Programmer&lt;br /&gt;*Cisco Routers&lt;br /&gt;*Hardware Tech&lt;br /&gt;*Networking Administrator&lt;br /&gt;*Network Engineer&lt;br /&gt;*Telecommunication&lt;br /&gt;*Web Designer&lt;br /&gt;*Database Manager&lt;br /&gt;*Desktop Publisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My info is from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/niceguy4096/color/blue.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;                                                     &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mc/mc.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.js.yimg.com/lib/smb/js/hosting/cp/js_source/geov2_001.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;geovisit();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8902165158258504494</id><published>2009-09-18T12:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:33:55.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>More on the Color Code...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I know these things about myself (I have the book), some of them still sting a little bit to hear. Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Congratulations, you are a blue.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table style="float: left; margin-top: 15px; width: 100px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;blue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;82.62%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;white:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;??? %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;yellow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;??? %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;red:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;??? %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrOyGC8Xi3I/AAAAAAAADoE/UVxwEb60pbI/s1600-h/piechart-riUQTGYE.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382841796576906098" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrOyGC8Xi3I/AAAAAAAADoE/UVxwEb60pbI/s320/piechart-riUQTGYE.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 220px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blues &lt;/span&gt;(Motive: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;Blues are motivated by Intimacy. They seek to genuinely connect with others, and need to be understood and appreciated. Everything they do is quality-based. They are loyal friends, employers, and employees. Whatever or whomever they commit to is their sole (and soul) focus. They love to serve and give of themselves freely in order to nurture others' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blues have distinct preferences and have the most controlling personality. Their personal code of ethics is remarkably strong and they expect others to live honest, committed lives as well. They enjoy sharing meaningful moments in conversation as well as paying close attention to special life events (e.g. birthdays and anniversaries). blues are dependable, thoughtful, and analytical; but can also be self-righteous, worry-prone, and moody. They are "sainted pit-bulls" who never let go of something or someone once they are committed. When you deal with a BLUE, be sincere and make a genuine effort to understand and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-style: italic;"&gt;Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.colorcode.com/personality_test/" style="color: #336666; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-style: italic;"&gt; if you want to take a limited version of the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's also a different version &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/niceguy4096/color/test.html" style="color: #339999; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-style: italic;"&gt;that shows you your percentages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt; (Red-Assertive, Blue-Compassionate, Yellow-Fun Loving, White-Peace Loving).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;On this site, I scored 0 red, 34 blue, 9 white &amp;amp; 1 yellow. Humph. I guess I've gotten more peace-loving as I've aged! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And if you click on the individual colors at the bottom, it'll give you the strengths &amp;amp; weaknesses of each color. Very interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I remain firmly convinced that every single member of my immediate family is primarily a blue. While we've all grown &amp;amp; changed over the years (thereby adding or changing secondary colors), I think we're all blues. And I married a blue. (I'll have to get him to take this test &amp;amp; see what he turns out as. It'd be interesting to see.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.P.S. My boss is a red. This could explain why a lot of us have a difficult time with her...she thinks in terms of results, numbers - not explanations, communication, or relationship-building. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mc/mc.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.js.yimg.com/lib/smb/js/hosting/cp/js_source/geov2_001.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;geovisit();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://visit.geocities.com/visit.gif?&amp;amp;r=http%3A//www.geocities.com/niceguy4096/color/red.html&amp;amp;b=Netscape%205.0%20%28Windows%3B%20en-US%29&amp;amp;s=1024x768&amp;amp;o=Win32&amp;amp;c=32&amp;amp;j=false&amp;amp;v=1.2" style="display: none;" /&gt; &lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8902165158258504494?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8902165158258504494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8902165158258504494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8902165158258504494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8902165158258504494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-on-color-code.html' title='More on the Color Code...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrOyGC8Xi3I/AAAAAAAADoE/UVxwEb60pbI/s72-c/piechart-riUQTGYE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5712731122461694306</id><published>2009-09-18T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:34:15.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Random Friday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've almost finished prepping my lesson for primary on Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;It'll be straight-forward, with coloring &amp;amp; then a game. I'm pretty proud of it, but in the back of my mind, I can hear M's 6-year-old voice saying, "Are we gonna color AGAIN?!" And I'm reminded of when I taught the 5-year-olds nearly ten years ago. Why do I care what a 6-year-old thinks? For some reason, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a serious sweet tooth. &lt;/span&gt;And no willpower lately. Probably because I've been fighting a cold for awhile now (well, that explains the lack of exercising willpower). But the sugary stuff needs to stop, and soon. (How do you make yourself love fruits &amp;amp; veggies more, I ask? I have my favorites, but branching out doesn't work too well for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a cold.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah, I already said that. I'm eeking out the people in my office with my germs &amp;amp; scaring the husband at night with my every-fifteen-minute coughs (even though he says he's fine). I'm doing the Batman cough, I swear. (into the crook of the elbow...you get it, you smart reader, you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It seems the less money I have, the more I want to buy things. &lt;/span&gt;Even though, in reality, I don't like shopping all that much. (It would be fun as a little kid to pick out things, but then, when I'd stand in line, an immense sense of guilt would overwhelm me. Still does, to this day.) But for some reason, since the wallet-stealing debacle, I can't stop dreaming about buying new lovely clothes &amp;amp; shoes online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite people at work quit.&lt;/span&gt; And let me know some nerve-wracking things about my boss that I had been slowly figuring out, but didn't know quite the extent of yet. And now I'm nervous. Why must the majority of bosses I've worked for be legally insane? I've worked for Napoleon (literally), the devil &amp;amp; now this woman. She's actually not so bad as much as schizophrenic. ("I told you to do this..." when she never said it, or vice versa.) It's quite interesting to keep up with. I just keep telling myself that I'll be fine, to appreciate all the other awesome people who work here, &amp;amp; that, at the longest, I'll only be here for four years. After that, it's off to residency-land, wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a dog.&lt;/span&gt; I know it's impractical, but I still want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared says I'm trying to make him fat.&lt;/span&gt; (This would relate to the sweet-tooth above.) I tell him he's hindering my baking skills/practice, so to eat up. We're at an impasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I know I'm a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorcode.com/" style="color: #339999; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue-type personality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;but I aspire to hints of red &amp;amp; yellow too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who doesn't want to be more assertive (in a good way), stand up for your own ideals, &amp;amp; have fun all the while? I'm trying to figure out how to make all these blend. In the meantime, I think my husband's pretty white. Or blue-white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my husband.&lt;/span&gt; Have I mentioned that yet? He's so kind &amp;amp; understanding of my grouchiness while I've been sick this week (&amp;amp; since losing my wallet last week). Poor man. He has a lot to deal with in a wife. Too bad he's stuck with me, and I'm so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my family too.&lt;/span&gt; I'm wicked excited to see my dad &amp;amp; grandma for their birthdays. Even if it does involve quite a drive. (It's interesting - when I was in Utah, people would drive 4, 5, 6+ hours all the time to visit family, to go to Lake Powell, to Vegas, etc. Out here on the East Coast, we don't drive as much. At least in my family. And when I met some friendly Australians in the singles ward in London, I remember they were amazed we would even drive two hours or more to go on vacations on the weekends. They were a public-transit-type people. Which I highly advocate, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This now concludes my rambling randomness for a Friday afternoon. Hope you have a good weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5712731122461694306?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5712731122461694306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5712731122461694306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5712731122461694306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5712731122461694306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-friday-thoughts.html' title='Random Friday Thoughts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-4336553812722687240</id><published>2009-09-17T08:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:34:33.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrIxjz8_JoI/AAAAAAAADn8/M_-1iISiNuE/s1600-h/04_CarefreeSunshine.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382418995972351618" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrIxjz8_JoI/AAAAAAAADn8/M_-1iISiNuE/s320/04_CarefreeSunshine.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kicking the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bucket_List"&gt;bucket&lt;/a&gt;, but I was thinking this morning about some longer-term things I want to do in life (before I, well, you know...kick the bucket.).&lt;br /&gt;This is more a reminder to me than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Skydive (tandem, of course)&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to sew&lt;br /&gt;*Visit Brazil (Belem) with Jared&lt;br /&gt;*Go back to Europe&lt;br /&gt;*Become a runner (of sorts)&lt;br /&gt;*Run a 5K (to any of you who know how much I hate running, this is an extremely long-term goal)&lt;br /&gt;*Have kids (a feat in &amp;amp; of itself!)&lt;br /&gt;*Learn - and converse in - a new language&lt;br /&gt;*Own a home&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to salsa &amp;amp; swing dance&lt;br /&gt;*Learn graphic design &amp;amp; library science&lt;br /&gt;*Visit more art museums&lt;br /&gt;*Visit my family at least once a quarter, no matter where we end up (or where they are)&lt;br /&gt;* Attend the temple at least once a quarter&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to swim (&amp;amp; swim for exercise)&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to mountain bike&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to like &amp;amp; better manage finances (or at least not cry every time I pay bills) ;)&lt;br /&gt;*Write a book or two or three&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-4336553812722687240?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/4336553812722687240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=4336553812722687240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4336553812722687240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4336553812722687240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SrIxjz8_JoI/AAAAAAAADn8/M_-1iISiNuE/s72-c/04_CarefreeSunshine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3724115918105429704</id><published>2009-09-17T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:35:00.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>For all you fabric lovers out there...</title><content type='html'>There's an awesome contest going on at &lt;a href="http://giveawaytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Giveaway Today&lt;/a&gt;. Go check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3724115918105429704?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3724115918105429704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3724115918105429704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3724115918105429704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3724115918105429704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-all-you-fabric-lovers-out-there.html' title='For all you fabric lovers out there...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6608005851842013370</id><published>2009-09-15T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:35:08.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>For the women of the church</title><content type='html'>"...in whatever life circumstance you find yourself—as a wife, as a mother, as a single mother, as a divorced woman, as a widowed or a single woman—the Lord our God will open up responsibilities and blessings far beyond your ability to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May I invite you to rise to the great potential within you. But don’t reach beyond your capacity. Don’t set goals beyond your capacity to achieve. Don’t feel guilty or dwell on thoughts of failure. Don’t compare yourself with others. Do the best you can, and the Lord will provide the rest. Have faith and confidence in Him, and you will see miracles happen in your life and the lives of your loved ones. The virtue of your own life will be a light to those who sit in darkness, because you are a living witness of the fulness of the gospel (see &lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/45/28#28" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/45//28#28')" target="contentWindow"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 45:28&lt;/a&gt;). Wherever you have been planted on this beautiful but often troubled earth of ours, you can be the one to 'succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees' (&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/81/5#5" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/81//5#5')" target="contentWindow"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 81:5&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My dear sisters, as you live your daily life with all its blessings and challenges, let me assure you that the Lord loves you. He knows you. He listens to your prayers, and He answers those prayers, wherever on this world you may be. He wants you to succeed in this life and in eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=20f31a01e8d43210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Influence of Righteous Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;By President Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6608005851842013370?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6608005851842013370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6608005851842013370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6608005851842013370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6608005851842013370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='For the women of the church'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-4088618817044475966</id><published>2009-09-15T09:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:35:25.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>More random links for your enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;To stay busy at work. Or look busy, whichever comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelylisting.com/"&gt;Lovely Listing&lt;/a&gt; - odd finds in real estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffanyard.com/"&gt;Gifts for babies of nerds&lt;/a&gt;. Jared would be soooo excited by the science cards. (You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32453204/ns/us_news-education/"&gt;Foreign concepts&lt;/a&gt; to incoming college freshmen. I feel old. OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;Ewwww&lt;/a&gt;! I'm totally eating iceberg lettuce &amp;amp; water from now on.&lt;br /&gt;An article about &lt;a href="http://testpattern.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2009/04/09/1885891.aspx"&gt;misheard lyrics&lt;/a&gt;. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"&gt;Awkward Family Photos&lt;/a&gt;. Because we've all been there.&lt;br /&gt;A site devoted to telling you when is the best time to use the &lt;a href="http://runpee.com/#app=5c9d&amp;amp;e1bd-RunPeeID=0.0.0&amp;amp;d22f-selectedIndex=0"&gt;bathroom during a movie&lt;/a&gt;, so you don't miss much. (I've been waiting for this for years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYntjR4-pY4"&gt;Han Solo, P.I.&lt;/a&gt; (For those who remember Magnum, P.I. Pretty funny.)&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for &lt;a href="http://www.extremepumpkins.com/"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-4088618817044475966?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/4088618817044475966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=4088618817044475966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4088618817044475966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4088618817044475966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-random-links-for-your-enjoyment.html' title='More random links for your enjoyment'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5171600839139427661</id><published>2009-09-15T09:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:35:32.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Whatever happened to decorum?</title><content type='html'>We need more &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/2009-09-14-civility-cover_N.htm"&gt;civility&lt;/a&gt;. That means you, Serena, Kanye &amp;amp; Joe Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of people in the limelight thinking they can act a certain way because of their status. (And, for that matter, some everyday, average Joe people acting the same way - rude.) Maybe it's time we stop acting like we deserve everything &amp;amp; start being grateful - and respectful - for what we have. Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5171600839139427661?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5171600839139427661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5171600839139427661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5171600839139427661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5171600839139427661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatever-happened-to-decorum.html' title='Whatever happened to decorum?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-46617446107468343</id><published>2009-09-14T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:35:36.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Poor Char...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7e-lB3PSI/AAAAAAAADn0/nAM74gwOnyo/s1600-h/charfashionshow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483771427503394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7e-lB3PSI/AAAAAAAADn0/nAM74gwOnyo/s320/charfashionshow.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to my sis &amp;amp; her little girl. Poor Charlotte isn't feeling well &amp;amp; has a high fever. I feel bad for the little ones that can't adequately express how they're feeling &amp;amp; for their parents who have to deal with them. Get well soon, chicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-46617446107468343?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/46617446107468343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=46617446107468343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/46617446107468343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/46617446107468343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/poor-char.html' title='Poor Char...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7e-lB3PSI/AAAAAAAADn0/nAM74gwOnyo/s72-c/charfashionshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5051965212837886316</id><published>2009-09-14T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:36:13.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To be fair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7O0yYnQHI/AAAAAAAADns/O9L_fS5iqZo/s1600-h/KT_1990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381466011027849330" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7O0yYnQHI/AAAAAAAADns/O9L_fS5iqZo/s320/KT_1990.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7O0u9ccXI/AAAAAAAADnk/UU6lQxhCKEs/s1600-h/KT_1960.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381466010108588402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7O0u9ccXI/AAAAAAAADnk/UU6lQxhCKEs/s320/KT_1960.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7OkNWmjDI/AAAAAAAADnc/83I-JazlLvo/s1600-h/KT_GuitarHero.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465726209395762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7OkNWmjDI/AAAAAAAADnc/83I-JazlLvo/s320/KT_GuitarHero.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 181px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7Oj3bJrXI/AAAAAAAADnU/HobHeVxyA40/s1600-h/KT_1968.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465720322895218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7Oj3bJrXI/AAAAAAAADnU/HobHeVxyA40/s320/KT_1968.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7OjqinEVI/AAAAAAAADnM/rkytRAg2tJM/s1600-h/KT_1966.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465716864520530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7OjqinEVI/AAAAAAAADnM/rkytRAg2tJM/s320/KT_1966.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of me. There, Jared. Do you feel better that I've embarrassed myself now too? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5051965212837886316?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5051965212837886316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5051965212837886316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5051965212837886316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5051965212837886316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-fair.html' title='To be fair...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7O0yYnQHI/AAAAAAAADns/O9L_fS5iqZo/s72-c/KT_1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1147052115956320525</id><published>2009-09-14T18:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:36:18.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>From Yearbook Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KQCumXYI/AAAAAAAADnE/UC6ned0pH2I/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_2000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381460981713362306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KQCumXYI/AAAAAAAADnE/UC6ned0pH2I/s320/YearbookYourself_2000.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KPrbXZmI/AAAAAAAADm8/JFlblY6HEss/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_1996.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381460975458674274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KPrbXZmI/AAAAAAAADm8/JFlblY6HEss/s320/YearbookYourself_1996.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KPXrGeVI/AAAAAAAADm0/Ft01NPfyOJ4/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_1978.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381460970155964754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KPXrGeVI/AAAAAAAADm0/Ft01NPfyOJ4/s320/YearbookYourself_1978.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KO5BegHI/AAAAAAAADms/sNRvEB6cL70/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_1968.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381460961928314994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KO5BegHI/AAAAAAAADms/sNRvEB6cL70/s320/YearbookYourself_1968.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KOraM_bI/AAAAAAAADmk/5k_jpB4_70Y/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_1966.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381460958273928626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KOraM_bI/AAAAAAAADmk/5k_jpB4_70Y/s320/YearbookYourself_1966.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had way too much fun with this - pictures of Jared's face in different eras. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1147052115956320525?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1147052115956320525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1147052115956320525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1147052115956320525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1147052115956320525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-yearbook-yourself.html' title='From Yearbook Yourself'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq7KQCumXYI/AAAAAAAADnE/UC6ned0pH2I/s72-c/YearbookYourself_2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8708508123260139622</id><published>2009-09-14T11:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:36:24.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Funny links for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq5kxOZH9aI/AAAAAAAADmc/4G0yf9djxk4/s1600-h/smaller.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381349401594164642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq5kxOZH9aI/AAAAAAAADmc/4G0yf9djxk4/s320/smaller.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 158px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 210px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When crafting goes horribly, horribly &lt;a href="http://craftfail.com/"&gt;wrong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesinframes.tumblr.com/"&gt;One movie in four frames&lt;/a&gt;, for the time-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.languagetrainersgroup.com/accent_game.html"&gt;Accent-guessing&lt;/a&gt;. Sadly, I can't use this at work - no speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yearbookyourself.com/"&gt;Yearbook Yourself&lt;/a&gt;. Put your photo in various eras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8708508123260139622?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8708508123260139622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8708508123260139622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8708508123260139622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8708508123260139622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-links-for-today.html' title='Funny links for today'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq5kxOZH9aI/AAAAAAAADmc/4G0yf9djxk4/s72-c/smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5647974522003642646</id><published>2009-09-14T10:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:36:30.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Blog background...</title><content type='html'>I'm too indecisive as of late for a pretty background. So I'm going with simple, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5647974522003642646?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5647974522003642646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5647974522003642646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5647974522003642646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5647974522003642646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-background.html' title='Blog background...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6492854197669834544</id><published>2009-09-14T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:36:37.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>For Gretel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq458LWOvBI/AAAAAAAADl8/qv6_o2VRxzM/s1600-h/cartoon_cutting_onions.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381302310755286034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq458LWOvBI/AAAAAAAADl8/qv6_o2VRxzM/s320/cartoon_cutting_onions.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 221px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is looking for a way to organize recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few sites I've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23376810"&gt;Cute, homemade cookbook kit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://download.cnet.com/Cook-n-Recipe-Organizer/3000-2126_4-10195034.html"&gt;Cookbook organizer software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5289792/five-best-recipe-managers"&gt;Poll of what readers use most&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://wegottaeat.com/"&gt;Free online tool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://scrapbooking.about.com/od/layouts/ig/Card-or-Recipe-Organizer-Book/Scrapbook-Recipe-Organizer-.htm"&gt;Scrapbook recipe organizer idea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="https://www.dvo.com/cookn.html"&gt;Pretty extensive cookbook software (includes more than just recipe gathering)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G, there are a lot of things out there - just do a search &amp;amp; you'll see what works best for you! Most online options cost money. Paper options can be free but it's also time-consuming to copy down recipes. (I myself like the scrapbook idea - that way, you can customize it anyway you want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.” &lt;/b&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Thornton Wilder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“One cannot eat think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well” &lt;/b&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6492854197669834544?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6492854197669834544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6492854197669834544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6492854197669834544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6492854197669834544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-gretel.html' title='For Gretel...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq458LWOvBI/AAAAAAAADl8/qv6_o2VRxzM/s72-c/cartoon_cutting_onions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2715606503398227460</id><published>2009-09-13T18:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:37:10.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Today's Gratitude List</title><content type='html'>In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; love him. (He is, at this moment, doing ridiculous Yoga poses. Dang those Harrisons &amp;amp; their innate flexibility!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We had the Primary Program today &amp;amp; it was pretty fun. The kids all bore their testimonies about what they love about their families. A lot of it centered around food &amp;amp; games, but that's okay. :) I felt the Spirit so strongly at the end when the kids &amp;amp; congregation sang "How Firm a Foundation" (one of my very favorites). I got all teary thinking about how united we are as a congregation - indeed, as a worldwide Church - in the face of opposition &amp;amp; evil. I felt &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; strong in that moment, and it brought tears to my eyes! (And yes, I am a sap.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Cooking/baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lately it relieves such stress. I think it's because I've relaxed my attitude of perfection &amp;amp; having it done in five minutes. I just do the best I can, cook or bake away, &amp;amp; let the stress dissolve. I wish I'd discovered this years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I love them a lot. It's so neat to know that I'm sealed &amp;amp; connected to them forever. (Jared's family, too. Our kids are going to be pretty lucky to have such fantastic grandparents &amp;amp; aunts &amp;amp; uncles on both sides.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;My job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's not the best job in the world, but it's a job. And in this economy, I'm so grateful for that. And we're able to live off my salary for right now, so it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. People there are so incredibly sweet &amp;amp; kind. (I should also say my stake, because there are some fantastic people I've met in the Blacksburg &amp;amp; Radford wards too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This time in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. While I consider the future &amp;amp; look on the past, I am learning to just be incredibly grateful for this time - &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. For the alone time Jared &amp;amp; I do get to spend together, for being able to be of service to others who need babysitters, help, etc., &amp;amp; for the independence I feel living here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333;"&gt;The scriptures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This past week, the scriptures have brought me such peace. I love the Spirit I feel when I read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I've also been praying a little harder, a little more fervently, and I feel a little more comforted than I did even a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300;"&gt;This area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The New River Valley is so beautiful. I love this time of year &amp;amp; looking at the beautiful weather, mountains, &amp;amp; trees. I can't wait until the leaves change colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Good books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've been re-reading &lt;i&gt;The Host&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; I love it. What an inventive idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know that no matter where we are, or what we're up to, we can always catch up &amp;amp; it's like no time has passed. My sweet friend Jaelyn reminded me of that when we chatted this weekend. I love those girls so much &amp;amp; wish the best for them, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;My grandmothers &amp;amp; parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. They have such wisdom to offer, if I'll stop being stubborn &amp;amp; accept what they dole out. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-2715606503398227460?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/2715606503398227460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=2715606503398227460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2715606503398227460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2715606503398227460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-gratitude-list.html' title='Today&apos;s Gratitude List'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8731910918363167686</id><published>2009-09-13T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:37:18.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Things to remember when teaching six-year-olds...</title><content type='html'>--They have a 2-3 minute attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--They know their stuff, but would rather make 18 trips to the bathroom or go climb a tree (they told me as much). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--They LOVE to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Boys &amp;amp; girls cannot yet sit next to each other. (Ewwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--They want to answer the questions I have, but it then leads to another story besides something Gospel-oriented. ("Sister Harrison? This one time, I went to the beach...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Reverence may very well be an issue for this class, but I hate to try to restrict them to sitting still &amp;amp; quiet all the time. I'll have to come up with some creative stuff to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--If they're bored, I must NOT take it personally. (I must remember that half the time, I'm bored in church too, and I'm an adult.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--They're pretty sweet-natured &amp;amp; want to please. (I need to remember this when one of the kids tells me my lesson is horrible or something one Sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Preparation is good. I need more tricks up my sleeve. (If they were teenagers, I'd just let them chat or something. But some of these kids are WAY more active &amp;amp; need stuff to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, a good start. I'm exhausted. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8731910918363167686?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8731910918363167686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8731910918363167686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8731910918363167686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8731910918363167686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-to-remember-when-teaching-six.html' title='Things to remember when teaching six-year-olds...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3618327535368028379</id><published>2009-09-13T14:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:37:26.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>More pics from Gin's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you I'd have some more (in no particular order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Thanks to Scott for being the weekend photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04tVnjZ-I/AAAAAAAADl0/LgnCYFIqF5s/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6740.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381019481325922274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04tVnjZ-I/AAAAAAAADl0/LgnCYFIqF5s/s320/20090906-_DSC6740.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The awesome Shorter family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04swfw-4I/AAAAAAAADls/KUePeRjlJWQ/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6827.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381019471361145730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04swfw-4I/AAAAAAAADls/KUePeRjlJWQ/s320/20090906-_DSC6827.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with both sets of parents, a brother, &amp;amp; neighbors for an impromptu BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04sRzyY6I/AAAAAAAADlk/L_1wsNu1okU/s1600-h/20090907-_DSC6943.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381019463123624866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04sRzyY6I/AAAAAAAADlk/L_1wsNu1okU/s320/20090907-_DSC6943.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I know sometimes he's a little ornery - he is two, after all - but I just love him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04sF13E9I/AAAAAAAADlc/wLLJtVctinA/s1600-h/20090907-_DSC6958.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381019459911095250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04sF13E9I/AAAAAAAADlc/wLLJtVctinA/s320/20090907-_DSC6958.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could snuggle this little girl forever. And she does like to be held!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04ruxR5jI/AAAAAAAADlU/5k7NMxC8EwA/s1600-h/20090907-_DSC6941.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381019453717866034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04ruxR5jI/AAAAAAAADlU/5k7NMxC8EwA/s320/20090907-_DSC6941.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! A smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03F2ssarI/AAAAAAAADlM/kevQfkFzAw0/s1600-h/20090907-_DSC6891.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381017703499459250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03F2ssarI/AAAAAAAADlM/kevQfkFzAw0/s320/20090907-_DSC6891.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimmin' with dad in Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma's hotel pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03FuaR3KI/AAAAAAAADlE/QNqU6W4kZuI/s1600-h/20090907-_DSC6896.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381017701274737826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03FuaR3KI/AAAAAAAADlE/QNqU6W4kZuI/s320/20090907-_DSC6896.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big thumbs up to Uncle Scott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I love this picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03FJlAScI/AAAAAAAADk8/8H64F5FU-pk/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6815.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381017691387611586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03FJlAScI/AAAAAAAADk8/8H64F5FU-pk/s320/20090906-_DSC6815.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how attentive Charlotte is to her Grandpa Wayne in this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I wonder, too, if my mom &amp;amp; dad are taken aback by how much their little granddaughter looks like her mom, their little girl...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03Ep5mgII/AAAAAAAADk0/gLrvCzQ0xmc/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6790.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381017682884067458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03Ep5mgII/AAAAAAAADk0/gLrvCzQ0xmc/s320/20090906-_DSC6790.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cam stole Charlotte's baby blanket, apparently, and totally thinks he's hilarious here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(See? I love this kid. He laughs at himself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03EQX8nvI/AAAAAAAADks/R-6ovhzuf_0/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6781.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381017676032024306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq03EQX8nvI/AAAAAAAADks/R-6ovhzuf_0/s320/20090906-_DSC6781.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq013FyHRsI/AAAAAAAADkk/k7BNVSt-PY0/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6777.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381016350339057346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq013FyHRsI/AAAAAAAADkk/k7BNVSt-PY0/s320/20090906-_DSC6777.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott entertaining Cam for a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq0126dy1UI/AAAAAAAADkc/gmDH59277kU/s1600-h/20090906-_DSC6742.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381016347301041474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq0126dy1UI/AAAAAAAADkc/gmDH59277kU/s320/20090906-_DSC6742.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my little sister. She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq012Rk2t7I/AAAAAAAADkU/3IUy0iKXBVg/s1600-h/20090905-_DSC6692.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381016336324802482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq012Rk2t7I/AAAAAAAADkU/3IUy0iKXBVg/s320/20090905-_DSC6692.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole fam at a Brewers game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq012J87XeI/AAAAAAAADkM/hGQlb55z1Gw/s1600-h/20090905-_DSC6660.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381016334278286818" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq012J87XeI/AAAAAAAADkM/hGQlb55z1Gw/s320/20090905-_DSC6660.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downtown Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq011lGctDI/AAAAAAAADkE/_ezK3a9OIj0/s1600-h/20090904-_DSC6658.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381016324386108466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq011lGctDI/AAAAAAAADkE/_ezK3a9OIj0/s320/20090904-_DSC6658.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa Shorter &amp;amp; baby Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00TG7A62I/AAAAAAAADj8/aPcAeh4uHyA/s1600-h/20090904-_DSC6651.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381014632657906530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00TG7A62I/AAAAAAAADj8/aPcAeh4uHyA/s320/20090904-_DSC6651.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw a lot of this face when I visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I guess it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; pretty tough to be a 2-year-old &amp;amp; be adjusting to a new little sister at the same time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00SsqBP8I/AAAAAAAADj0/aMk-sNWdA0k/s1600-h/20090904-_DSC6649.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381014625607303106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00SsqBP8I/AAAAAAAADj0/aMk-sNWdA0k/s320/20090904-_DSC6649.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grammy Shorter &amp;amp; Cam, reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00SJDVWkI/AAAAAAAADjs/Aqn-NVznxv0/s1600-h/20090904-_DSC6645.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381014616049801794" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00SJDVWkI/AAAAAAAADjs/Aqn-NVznxv0/s320/20090904-_DSC6645.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad can work smiles out of babies &amp;amp; children more than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe Scott &amp;amp; Jared too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Apparently the men in our family have a gift...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00RuV3zlI/AAAAAAAADjk/TOxerDdsqlo/s1600-h/20090904-_DSC6603.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381014608879799890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00RuV3zlI/AAAAAAAADjk/TOxerDdsqlo/s320/20090904-_DSC6603.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cam swinging with Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00RZWIYPI/AAAAAAAADjc/cj9EsOsbmcQ/s1600-h/20090904-_DSC6583.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381014603243741426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq00RZWIYPI/AAAAAAAADjc/cj9EsOsbmcQ/s320/20090904-_DSC6583.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I can't wait to see how much the kids have grown at Christmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3618327535368028379?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3618327535368028379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3618327535368028379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3618327535368028379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3618327535368028379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pics-from-gins.html' title='More pics from Gin&apos;s...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sq04tVnjZ-I/AAAAAAAADl0/LgnCYFIqF5s/s72-c/20090906-_DSC6740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-4348030860435143100</id><published>2009-09-11T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:37:31.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>List Templates for you</title><content type='html'>I'm a list kind of girl. So I saw these &lt;a href="http://www.erinvaledesign.com/leo_on_the_loose/2009/06/diy-free-printable-freakin-to-do-list-blog-topics-list.html"&gt;free templates&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; love them (note: there are more at the bottom of the linked page). Plus, they're hilarious, so I love them for that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-4348030860435143100?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/4348030860435143100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=4348030860435143100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4348030860435143100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4348030860435143100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/list-templates-for-you.html' title='List Templates for you'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-336522033905608094</id><published>2009-09-11T20:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:37:37.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You know those websites for funny t-shirts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqruk_XArqI/AAAAAAAADjU/LjOdGBmiHOo/s1600-h/ReliefSocietyforWeb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380375024098127522" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqruk_XArqI/AAAAAAAADjU/LjOdGBmiHOo/s320/ReliefSocietyforWeb.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 155px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 155px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqrukYupQuI/AAAAAAAADjM/8JEW9uxTkYg/s1600-h/w_sweetspirit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380375013728273122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqrukYupQuI/AAAAAAAADjM/8JEW9uxTkYg/s320/w_sweetspirit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 155px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 156px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqrukAP6cII/AAAAAAAADjE/qIHoJfk65CU/s1600-h/k_popcornthumb.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380375007156924546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqrukAP6cII/AAAAAAAADjE/qIHoJfk65CU/s320/k_popcornthumb.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 125px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 137px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqrujoOsiwI/AAAAAAAADi8/v3_rKzyD80U/s1600-h/SD_UtahCuss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380375000709368578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqrujoOsiwI/AAAAAAAADi8/v3_rKzyD80U/s320/SD_UtahCuss.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 156px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 156px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found an &lt;a href="http://8apparel.com/home.php"&gt;LDS one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Includes a shirt with Mormon "swear words," a popcorn tree, a "sweet spirit" shirt (this made me laugh) &amp;amp;, perhaps my favorite of the bunch, "RS: Wearing the pants since 1842." Yesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only in Utah. Only in Utah (but you know I secretly love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-336522033905608094?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/336522033905608094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=336522033905608094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/336522033905608094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/336522033905608094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-those-websites-for-funny-t.html' title='You know those websites for funny t-shirts?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqruk_XArqI/AAAAAAAADjU/LjOdGBmiHOo/s72-c/ReliefSocietyforWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3101725910074135122</id><published>2009-09-11T16:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:38:28.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I want to make these...</title><content type='html'>Yum! I wonder if it's cheaper to make than to buy. I cannot get enough of &lt;a href="http://www.makeandtakes.com/chewy-granola-bars"&gt;granola/snack bars&lt;/a&gt; lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3101725910074135122?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3101725910074135122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3101725910074135122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3101725910074135122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3101725910074135122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-make-these.html' title='I want to make these...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1177784297960899828</id><published>2009-09-11T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:38:41.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Thoughtful...</title><content type='html'>You know that saying, "Let Go &amp;amp; Let God?" I read &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2009/09/on-how-we-became-pregnant-in-three.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; today &amp;amp; felt so humbled. (No, for all 5 of you who read my blog, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;pregnant.) But it struck me that we often don't get what we want - marriage, babies, that corner office, financial security, etc. - because it's on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;timetable, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;plan, and Heavenly Father has something else for us to learn while we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thinking I'd never be married, I finally learned to just let go &amp;amp; be. (That's not to say that I didn't have my occasional struggles or frustrations sometimes with being alone.) But on the whole, looking back, I think I learned to just have fun, accept what God doled out to me &amp;amp; try to see how I could serve Him in the process. Did I ever mature. ;) And that was the year I became friends with Jared. It's interesting - once I kind of gave up &amp;amp; relaxed, things fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if we were more willing to submit our wills to God, if we would be happier with our lives as a result. If we stop fighting so hard for what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;want &amp;amp; what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;think is best, if we'd be more in tune with the Spirit &amp;amp; more generally at peace. Life seems to be more about what you learn from what's given to you than accomplishing it all in the supposed perfect pattern, and I'm grateful for that reminder. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2004/10/about-all-this-jazz.html"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1177784297960899828?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1177784297960899828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1177784297960899828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1177784297960899828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1177784297960899828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughtful.html' title='Thoughtful...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6568941694116886012</id><published>2009-09-11T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:38:49.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqpGWXHQ_3I/AAAAAAAADi0/BuCIUXO5jGw/s1600-h/0911_big.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380190054823034738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqpGWXHQ_3I/AAAAAAAADi0/BuCIUXO5jGw/s320/0911_big.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 390px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 238px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6568941694116886012?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6568941694116886012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6568941694116886012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6568941694116886012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6568941694116886012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqpGWXHQ_3I/AAAAAAAADi0/BuCIUXO5jGw/s72-c/0911_big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-4000447264520136499</id><published>2009-09-11T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:38:54.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Thought for today</title><content type='html'>“There is no infirmity, affliction, or adversity that Christ did not feel in Gethsemane. . . .“President Howard W. Hunter said: ‘If our lives and our faith are centered on Jesus Christ and his restored gospel, nothing can ever go permanently wrong. On the other hand, if our lives are not centered on the Savior and his teachings, no other success can ever be permanently right’ (The Teachings of Howard W. Hunter, ed. Clyde J. Williams [1997], 40).” &lt;br /&gt;Rafael E. Pino, &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=5e3a230bac7f0210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank"&gt;“Faith in Adversity,” Ensign, May 2009, 41–42&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-4000447264520136499?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/4000447264520136499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=4000447264520136499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4000447264520136499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/4000447264520136499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-for-today.html' title='Thought for today'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6747797233616266588</id><published>2009-09-10T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:39:00.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I feel like my life is one endless load of laundry...</title><content type='html'>And dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And from what I've heard, it only gets worse with children...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6747797233616266588?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6747797233616266588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6747797233616266588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6747797233616266588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6747797233616266588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-my-life-is-one-endless-load.html' title='I feel like my life is one endless load of laundry...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3037494962927666097</id><published>2009-09-10T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:39:26.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>More pictures from Grandma T...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqjzs16mceI/AAAAAAAADic/xPa0F5PUp04/s1600-h/charsmile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817706606719458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqjzs16mceI/AAAAAAAADic/xPa0F5PUp04/s320/charsmile.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqjzsX-uz-I/AAAAAAAADiU/ZESTeBRNw20/s1600-h/camswimming.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817698570981346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqjzsX-uz-I/AAAAAAAADiU/ZESTeBRNw20/s400/camswimming.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqjzrr6ThVI/AAAAAAAADiE/y_tNYkOgNZI/s1600-h/GmaT%26Cam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817686741255506" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqjzrr6ThVI/AAAAAAAADiE/y_tNYkOgNZI/s320/GmaT%26Cam.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka Mom, from her trip to Wisconsin to see Gin &amp;amp; Chad. Thanks, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqjzsIw8xFI/AAAAAAAADiM/XQL87FGmYj8/s1600-h/charfashionshow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817694486643794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqjzsIw8xFI/AAAAAAAADiM/XQL87FGmYj8/s320/charfashionshow.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3037494962927666097?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3037494962927666097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3037494962927666097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3037494962927666097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3037494962927666097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures-from-grandma-t.html' title='More pictures from Grandma T...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqjzs16mceI/AAAAAAAADic/xPa0F5PUp04/s72-c/charsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1083410935001222346</id><published>2009-09-09T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:39:45.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I really shouldn't judge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqeuWLsDaFI/AAAAAAAADh4/2HJzC9saKnU/s1600-h/cakemisspelling.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379459976035264594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqeuWLsDaFI/AAAAAAAADh4/2HJzC9saKnU/s320/cakemisspelling.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I can't decorate cakes. Yet. I aspire to, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1083410935001222346?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1083410935001222346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1083410935001222346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1083410935001222346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1083410935001222346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-shouldnt-judge.html' title='I really shouldn&apos;t judge...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqeuWLsDaFI/AAAAAAAADh4/2HJzC9saKnU/s72-c/cakemisspelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6113132231804573918</id><published>2009-09-08T16:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:39:57.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Wishing I were in Wisconsin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I was just there. I'm stealing a few pictures of this past weekend from my sister...and hopefully will have more to come from my awesome big bro, Scott, who could (&amp;amp; should) teach me a thing or two about photography. These are images of my parents &amp;amp; big brother, Scott, &amp;amp; Chad's parents gathering in Madison for Charlotte's baby blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa80GnsAiI/AAAAAAAADhw/emNYZYkN-SE/s1600-h/sleepychar0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379194408256930338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa80GnsAiI/AAAAAAAADhw/emNYZYkN-SE/s320/sleepychar0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 303px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepy Char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8zt4Ap9I/AAAAAAAADho/cfGQNhVokRk/s1600-h/Charshugeflower0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379194401614505938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8zt4Ap9I/AAAAAAAADho/cfGQNhVokRk/s320/Charshugeflower0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;keep from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;laughing at how large this flower is on her head.&lt;br /&gt;But I love her alert expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8ml2y1zI/AAAAAAAADhY/X8FfaUegnyo/s1600-h/CuteCam0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379194176123623218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8ml2y1zI/AAAAAAAADhY/X8FfaUegnyo/s320/CuteCam0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curious Cam.&lt;br /&gt;He's getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8mA_GidI/AAAAAAAADhQ/JdhmVoGbEHs/s1600-h/Charblessingdress0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379194166226356690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8mA_GidI/AAAAAAAADhQ/JdhmVoGbEHs/s320/Charblessingdress0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte wearing the same dress both Ginnie &amp;amp; I were blessed in.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't get over how much she looks like her mom. Really. As babies, they could be twins, at least in this picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8l9ItrkI/AAAAAAAADhI/0M6Lz1ACM_w/s1600-h/Charbabyblessing0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379194165192928834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8l9ItrkI/AAAAAAAADhI/0M6Lz1ACM_w/s320/Charbabyblessing0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently Scott created a monster when he let Cam have the remote control to the camera. Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8ljdeVaI/AAAAAAAADhA/3nvP0lDANSI/s1600-h/Cam%26Char0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379194158300681634" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa8ljdeVaI/AAAAAAAADhA/3nvP0lDANSI/s320/Cam%26Char0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big brother &amp;amp; his little sister. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see some more great pics of her family &amp;amp; the weekend, go &lt;a href="http://chadnginnie.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6113132231804573918?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6113132231804573918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6113132231804573918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6113132231804573918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6113132231804573918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishing-i-were-in-wisconsin.html' title='Wishing I were in Wisconsin...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa80GnsAiI/AAAAAAAADhw/emNYZYkN-SE/s72-c/sleepychar0909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6809240242070878331</id><published>2009-09-08T15:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:40:05.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Great little Etsy Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa39RtWklI/AAAAAAAADg4/bqTp6LsDsjU/s1600-h/chalkboardwisdomshopsample.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379189068294165074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa39RtWklI/AAAAAAAADg4/bqTp6LsDsjU/s320/chalkboardwisdomshopsample.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this great Etsy shop, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7406836&amp;amp;ga_search_query=chalkboardwisdom&amp;amp;ga_search_type=seller_usernames"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chalkboard Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which combines my love of quotes with useable art.&lt;br /&gt;(Hopefully one day I'll be able to spend some money on things like this &amp;amp; not on, you know, food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6809240242070878331?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6809240242070878331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6809240242070878331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6809240242070878331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6809240242070878331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-little-etsy-shop.html' title='Great little Etsy Shop'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sqa39RtWklI/AAAAAAAADg4/bqTp6LsDsjU/s72-c/chalkboardwisdomshopsample.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2105886055961512540</id><published>2009-09-08T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:40:13.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Startin' 'em young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZJU7Ne5lI/AAAAAAAADgA/eKThDE-FNK8/s1600-h/Char_Brewersgame_0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379067428781090386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZJU7Ne5lI/AAAAAAAADgA/eKThDE-FNK8/s320/Char_Brewersgame_0909.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bro Scott took this picture of Charlotte at the Milwaukee Brewers game &amp;amp; I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is the hat you eat cheese fries in. Yes, they washed it. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Chad is starting his kids young on this baseball thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZKQ-StMiI/AAAAAAAADgI/XwIJbOq6FQI/s1600-h/cam_brewers2_0509.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068460400456226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZKQ-StMiI/AAAAAAAADgI/XwIJbOq6FQI/s320/cam_brewers2_0509.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron back in the day at his first Brewers game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZKRLSZe4I/AAAAAAAADgQ/MKArr8NYpaM/s1600-h/Cam_brewers_0509.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068463888825218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZKRLSZe4I/AAAAAAAADgQ/MKArr8NYpaM/s320/Cam_brewers_0509.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fam way back when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-2105886055961512540?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/2105886055961512540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=2105886055961512540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2105886055961512540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2105886055961512540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/startin-em-young.html' title='Startin&apos; &apos;em young'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZJU7Ne5lI/AAAAAAAADgA/eKThDE-FNK8/s72-c/Char_Brewersgame_0909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8830189374497227030</id><published>2009-09-08T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:00:10.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Daily Gem</title><content type='html'>Is this ever timely for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“With all the differences in our lives, we have at least one challenge in common. We all must deal with adversity. . . . It is in the nature of our being human that comfort gives way to distress, periods of good health come to an end, and misfortunes arrive. . . . The arrival of suffering or the loss of material security can bring fear and sometimes even anger. . . . “The very opportunity for us to face adversity and affliction is part of the evidence of [Heavenly Father and the Savior’s] infinite love. God gave us the gift of living in mortality so that we could be prepared to receive the greatest of all the gifts of God, which is eternal life.” &lt;p&gt;Henry B. Eyring, &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=fec9230bac7f0210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank"&gt;“Adversity,” Ensign, May 2009, 23&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8830189374497227030?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8830189374497227030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8830189374497227030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8830189374497227030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8830189374497227030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-gem.html' title='Daily Gem'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1437840567657106882</id><published>2009-09-07T21:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:18.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight, I am thankful for the simple things that make my life so sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--a comforting phone call from my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--advice from my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--jokes from my big brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--a tight hug from my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--a jaunt to the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--clean sinks &amp;amp; a clean kitchen (with a little elbow grease on my part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--homemade chocolate &amp;amp; peanut butter chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--a good soak in the bathtub w/a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--a walk around our eclectic neighborhood, with beautiful weather &amp;amp; view of the mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--family scripture study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--a call from my sweet sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for simple things like these that make my life so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1437840567657106882?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1437840567657106882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1437840567657106882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1437840567657106882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1437840567657106882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-things.html' title='Simple things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3970377415860224559</id><published>2009-09-07T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:24.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>For all you moms out there...</title><content type='html'>I stumbled on &lt;a href="http://nannydeprived.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; thought you'd like it. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3970377415860224559?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3970377415860224559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3970377415860224559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3970377415860224559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3970377415860224559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-all-you-moms-out-there.html' title='For all you moms out there...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7685663294597094888</id><published>2009-09-07T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:33.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Strong Christians Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“We need strong Christians who can persevere against hardship, who can sustain hope through tragedy, who can lift others by their example and their compassion, and who can consistently overcome temptations. We need strong Christians who can make important things happen by their faith and who can defend the truth of Jesus Christ against moral relativism and militant atheism.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;D. Todd Christofferson,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=b0b9230bac7f0210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“The Power of Covenants,” Ensign, May 2009, 19–20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-7685663294597094888?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7685663294597094888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7685663294597094888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7685663294597094888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7685663294597094888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/strong-christians-needed.html' title='Strong Christians Needed'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3477016666816406795</id><published>2009-09-06T14:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:39.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New calling...</title><content type='html'>To teach the 6 (turning 7) year-olds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited. We practiced the Primary Program today, and the kids were pretty cute (although rambunctious). I hope I remember how to keep a 6-year old's attention! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3477016666816406795?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3477016666816406795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3477016666816406795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3477016666816406795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3477016666816406795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-calling.html' title='New calling...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1023352160756866394</id><published>2009-09-04T13:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:47.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>I miss my girlfriends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUxjj445I/AAAAAAAADf4/lW4poy6IpxM/s1600-h/sonieslastnight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672640393175954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUxjj445I/AAAAAAAADf4/lW4poy6IpxM/s320/sonieslastnight.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 220px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUkNUiAVI/AAAAAAAADfo/V0SE_wO8CEI/s1600-h/rubtheaccordianplaya.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672411084882258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUkNUiAVI/AAAAAAAADfo/V0SE_wO8CEI/s320/rubtheaccordianplaya.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUj4uv4QI/AAAAAAAADfg/OlAdBdWiv20/s1600-h/reese%26me.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672405557698818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUj4uv4QI/AAAAAAAADfg/OlAdBdWiv20/s320/reese%26me.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUjL6wnZI/AAAAAAAADfY/n1mJwSG0Tmw/s1600-h/Me+%26+G.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672393528483218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUjL6wnZI/AAAAAAAADfY/n1mJwSG0Tmw/s320/Me+%26+G.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUdbsWsfI/AAAAAAAADfQ/qLwYIPpexrc/s1600-h/lizzieandg.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672294683816434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUdbsWsfI/AAAAAAAADfQ/qLwYIPpexrc/s320/lizzieandg.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUdI3kF8I/AAAAAAAADfI/FwgN2DmEqfI/s1600-h/drunkychess.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672289630558146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUdI3kF8I/AAAAAAAADfI/FwgN2DmEqfI/s320/drunkychess.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUchBYV6I/AAAAAAAADfA/jG4yBqZLpQ8/s1600-h/bigpanties.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672278934312866" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUchBYV6I/AAAAAAAADfA/jG4yBqZLpQ8/s320/bigpanties.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUcRKAomI/AAAAAAAADe4/614Zder5ipw/s1600-h/applepicking.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672274675540578" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUcRKAomI/AAAAAAAADe4/614Zder5ipw/s320/applepicking.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUbwaj36I/AAAAAAAADew/2w_KIPKEbow/s1600-h/amber%26me.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377672265886588834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUbwaj36I/AAAAAAAADew/2w_KIPKEbow/s320/amber%26me.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. It's not like I hung out with them a whole lot after I left the singles ward or got married. I kind of went into hermit mode (sorry, ladies).&lt;br /&gt;But today, for some reason, I am really missing my girlfriends. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;They are each kind &amp;amp; sweet &amp;amp; full of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;So these pictures are my homage to them - I still remember you, girls.&lt;br /&gt;You have had more profound impact on my life than you probably know.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1023352160756866394?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1023352160756866394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1023352160756866394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1023352160756866394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1023352160756866394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-my-girlfriends.html' title='I miss my girlfriends...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqFUxjj445I/AAAAAAAADf4/lW4poy6IpxM/s72-c/sonieslastnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3217765575832921565</id><published>2009-09-04T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:53.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm in love with this site...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE6S_T9a7I/AAAAAAAADeo/f-ifCAMaG7s/s1600-h/mini-diaries_04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643527964289970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE6S_T9a7I/AAAAAAAADeo/f-ifCAMaG7s/s320/mini-diaries_04.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE6SWAd6ZI/AAAAAAAADeg/IySg9hf4o-g/s1600-h/collage-craft_04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643516876679570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE6SWAd6ZI/AAAAAAAADeg/IySg9hf4o-g/s320/collage-craft_04.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 159px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be &lt;a href="http://www.martacards.com/"&gt;Marta &lt;/a&gt;when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least have her crafty skills, anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3217765575832921565?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3217765575832921565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3217765575832921565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3217765575832921565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3217765575832921565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-love-with-this-site.html' title='I&apos;m in love with this site...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE6S_T9a7I/AAAAAAAADeo/f-ifCAMaG7s/s72-c/mini-diaries_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1786675779677772180</id><published>2009-09-04T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:59.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Lest you think I am completely disgusting, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stiff-Curious-Lives-Human-Cadavers/dp/0393050939"&gt;Stiff&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is truly one of the funniest books I've ever read. It's worth a look, especially if you aren't easily grossed out (which I'm not).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1786675779677772180?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1786675779677772180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1786675779677772180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1786675779677772180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1786675779677772180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6321605157556603772</id><published>2009-09-04T11:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:42:06.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What makes me, me - Things I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE02syRxCI/AAAAAAAADeY/QJuVaknKUXs/s1600-h/writing+journal+pen+%26+ink+big+WEB.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637544396702754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE02syRxCI/AAAAAAAADeY/QJuVaknKUXs/s320/writing+journal+pen+%26+ink+big+WEB.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 185px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 232px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0nSgARnI/AAAAAAAADeQ/MDSn_5_lKJs/s1600-h/woodfired-baking.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637279642699378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0nSgARnI/AAAAAAAADeQ/MDSn_5_lKJs/s320/woodfired-baking.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0m3t63VI/AAAAAAAADeI/GV8zybIp7g4/s1600-h/weddings.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637272453307730" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0m3t63VI/AAAAAAAADeI/GV8zybIp7g4/s320/weddings.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 233px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 271px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0mpk4VPI/AAAAAAAADeA/OC7hSHSp12w/s1600-h/travel_times_tube.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637268657296626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0mpk4VPI/AAAAAAAADeA/OC7hSHSp12w/s320/travel_times_tube.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 201px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0gC70tQI/AAAAAAAADd4/53RYVTSlcoE/s1600-h/stiff_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637155205330178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0gC70tQI/AAAAAAAADd4/53RYVTSlcoE/s320/stiff_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 285px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 202px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0fadEWRI/AAAAAAAADdw/bYd7l1L_QbA/s1600-h/SA121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637144338913554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0fadEWRI/AAAAAAAADdw/bYd7l1L_QbA/s320/SA121.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 283px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 212px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0e79PEoI/AAAAAAAADdo/TKuGCHXCxZI/s1600-h/pride-and-prejudice-poster-300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637136152334978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0e79PEoI/AAAAAAAADdo/TKuGCHXCxZI/s320/pride-and-prejudice-poster-300.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 177px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0eeXJTaI/AAAAAAAADdg/blrfUO3jpoU/s1600-h/london-eye-whizzy-night-lin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637128207945122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0eeXJTaI/AAAAAAAADdg/blrfUO3jpoU/s320/london-eye-whizzy-night-lin.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 196px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 244px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0eHdmrTI/AAAAAAAADdY/yTlbsHinA1o/s1600-h/hikers%5B1%5D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637122061020466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0eHdmrTI/AAAAAAAADdY/yTlbsHinA1o/s320/hikers%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 186px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0UMgZfSI/AAAAAAAADdQ/rA9Sx6FLS3M/s1600-h/fruits_and_vegetables2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377636951616224546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0UMgZfSI/AAAAAAAADdQ/rA9Sx6FLS3M/s320/fruits_and_vegetables2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 245px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0T_qHQEI/AAAAAAAADdI/m9xJ_w4S0G4/s1600-h/falkiners1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377636948167311426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0T_qHQEI/AAAAAAAADdI/m9xJ_w4S0G4/s320/falkiners1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; 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height: 227px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 152px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0Sd4SOrI/AAAAAAAADcw/8d_dxij3GdI/s1600-h/bath2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377636921920076466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE0Sd4SOrI/AAAAAAAADcw/8d_dxij3GdI/s320/bath2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 175px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6321605157556603772?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6321605157556603772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6321605157556603772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6321605157556603772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6321605157556603772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-love.html' title='What makes me, me - Things I love'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqE02syRxCI/AAAAAAAADeY/QJuVaknKUXs/s72-c/writing+journal+pen+%26+ink+big+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6668445114103525977</id><published>2009-09-04T10:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:42:19.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A great read</title><content type='html'>To me it appears that our splendid sisters sometimes undervalue their abilities—they focus on what is lacking or imperfect rather than what has been accomplished and who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You may think you don’t have  talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts,  every one of us.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html#5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.       &lt;br /&gt;What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you. Don’t let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or the inside.&lt;br /&gt;If you still feel incapable of creating, start small. Try to see how many smiles you can create, write a letter of appreciation, learn a new skill, identify a space and beautify it.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a century and a half ago, President Brigham Young spoke to the Saints of his day. “There is a great work for the Saints to do,” he said. “Progress, and improve upon and make beautiful everything around you. Cultivate the earth, and cultivate your minds. Build cities, adorn your habitations, make gardens, orchards, and vineyards, and render the earth so pleasant that when you look upon your labors you may do so with pleasure, and that angels may delight to come and visit your beautiful locations. In the mean time continually seek to adorn your minds with all the graces of the Spirit of Christ.”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html#6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Being compassionate is another great work of our Heavenly Father and a fundamental characteristic of who we are as a people. We are commanded to “succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html#7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Disciples of Christ throughout all ages of the world have been distinguished by their compassion. Those who follow the Savior “mourn with those that mourn . . . and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html#8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach out to bless the lives of others, our lives are blessed as well. Service and sacrifice open the windows of heaven, allowing choice blessings to descend upon us. Surely our beloved Heavenly Father smiles upon those who care for the least of His children.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You wonderful sisters render compassionate service to others for reasons that supersede desires for personal benefits. In this you emulate the Savior, who, though a king, did not seek position, nor was He concerned about whether others noticed Him. He did not bother to compete with others. His thoughts were always tuned to help others. He taught, healed, conversed, and listened to others. He knew that greatness had little to do with outward signs of prosperity or position. He taught and lived by this doctrine: “He that is greatest among you shall be your servant.”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html#13"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance. Let us open our eyes and see the heavy hearts, notice the loneliness and despair; let us feel the silent prayers of others around us, and let us be an instrument in the hands of the Lord to answer those prayers.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Read the entire talk &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6668445114103525977?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6668445114103525977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6668445114103525977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6668445114103525977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6668445114103525977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-read.html' title='A great read'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1187677734341714800</id><published>2009-09-04T09:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:09.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Best-laid plans</title><content type='html'>I'm a planner. Always have been. I come by it naturally...just ask my mom. (We're a lot alike in that way - my mom &amp;amp; me.) In some ways it's served me well - for example, I've pretty much always had my bills in on time, I've been ready for exams when they came my way, &amp;amp; I've planned singles parties with the best of them (&amp;amp; had a great time doing so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was thinking about the plans I made as a teenager. I was going to be thin, athletic &amp;amp; beautiful one day. I would grow up to be an editor, a doctor or a famous jazz singer. I would dazzle my professors at college, graduate, and then serve an honorable mission, converting many lost souls. I would come home, marry at 24, have 4 or 5 children, and then go back to work when the littlest began elementary school. All the meanwhile, I'd be an awesome scrapbooker, singer, pianist, sewer, baker, runner &amp;amp; all-around spiritual-yet-funny woman, who could relate to anyone. (Does this sound like a big goal? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slightly&lt;/span&gt; unrealistic, perhaps? You bet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqEc4a_oYEI/AAAAAAAADco/y-cmY_oVdwI/s1600-h/dove-of-peace.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377611185701544002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqEc4a_oYEI/AAAAAAAADco/y-cmY_oVdwI/s320/dove-of-peace.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 162px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 205px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, my life has turned out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so very different&lt;/span&gt; from what I planned. I struggled with my weight during high school &amp;amp; into the college years. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;- and perhaps always will - have a difficult time with body image in general (although what woman doesn't?). I have fought with depression on and off during my life. I did not serve a mission - no matter how much I prayed, it never seemed right. The answer was always no. I didn't dazzle my professors, but I did my best &amp;amp; graduated from both college &amp;amp; graduate school. I majored in English Education - a 2nd (or 3rd or 4th) backup plan to editing or medical school (although I'm still looking for a good jazz vocalist gig). However, teaching middle school English was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;for me in my mid-twenties, so even that backup plan went off-course. And hobbies? I am a mediocre scrapbooker, pianist &amp;amp; singer at best; I loathe running &amp;amp; I don't sew. (I do love baking, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the marriage bit - well, getting married is still a surprise to me. After it was obvious that my plan to get married by 24 was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;going to happen, I planned on being single for life. (It's not that I was downplaying my options, but it always seemed I was destined to go on one or two dates &amp;amp; that was it. Or I was the perpetual buddy/sidekick.) I stayed in the singles ward for 5+ years &amp;amp; finally decided enough was enough. I needed a change. It wasn't until I started attending a different ward &amp;amp; looked for opportunities to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;befriend &lt;/span&gt;people that I met Jared &amp;amp; we became friends, then fell in love. (He wasn't even what I had pictured - he was quiet &amp;amp; young. I had planned on an older, extremely extroverted husband.) And sometimes I fear that I am too old to be starting a family - at least the big family I once planned on. I worry about potential problems &amp;amp; how I wanted a family of 5 &amp;amp; I'm already nearly 29, and not ready just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The point is, my life has turned out so differently than what I had planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm thankful for that. &lt;/span&gt;Heavenly Father obviously knows me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; and knew what was best for me at certain points in my life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I'm sure I'd still be an okay person if all of my best-laid plans had come true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have learned &amp;amp; gained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;much from the experiences I've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I've learned that the singles are an incredible force to be reckoned with. I truly love that group of people &amp;amp; am fiercely loyal to them. I've learned to sympathize with others who have weight problems. (It's always a struggle.) I've learned - truly - that beauty is more about friendship &amp;amp; laughter &amp;amp; what's inside a person than the outside appearance. (If anyone knows &amp;amp; understands that, I certainly do.) I've learned that in my darkest hours, which sometimes still appear, that Heavenly Father is there, waiting to listen. And more than anything, that the Savior truly lived &amp;amp; died &amp;amp; lives again - for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can roll with the punches, no matter what deck of cards life hands you, because of the foundation of the Gospel - and the peace it can bring you. I've learned that family &amp;amp; close friends are the true spice of life &amp;amp; make waking up each morning worth it. I've learned that there is much to be learned from each job, each success, each failure &amp;amp; each person that come into your life. And I've learned that the best love I found in this life began with an open, honest, &amp;amp; close friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I thought my life would be good, when, in fact, it's so much better than I ever planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;I am thankful, this morning, that my best-laid plans went awry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1187677734341714800?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1187677734341714800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1187677734341714800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1187677734341714800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1187677734341714800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best-laid plans'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqEc4a_oYEI/AAAAAAAADco/y-cmY_oVdwI/s72-c/dove-of-peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1626124441769773940</id><published>2009-09-04T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:14.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Inspiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;This woman&lt;/a&gt; is truly inspiring. I'm so glad I read her blog &amp;amp; am thankful for the little pieces of life she is thankful for everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1626124441769773940?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1626124441769773940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1626124441769773940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1626124441769773940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1626124441769773940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1960780023904139571</id><published>2009-09-03T16:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:21.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Good stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some more great quotes for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most wasted of all days is one without laughter – E.E. Cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless  -Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996633; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues but the parent of all the others. -Cicero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever you are, be a good one -Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can do no great things - only small things with great love -Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is Jared's favorite.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness” -Dave Barry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe in God like I believe in the sun - not because I can see it, but because of it all things are seen -C S Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And quite possibly my favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them – Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All quotes found from another great Vinyl shop, &lt;a href="http://www.iasign.com/Default.aspx"&gt;"It's a Sign."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1960780023904139571?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1960780023904139571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1960780023904139571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1960780023904139571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1960780023904139571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-stuff.html' title='Good stuff'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5960245474971829956</id><published>2009-09-03T12:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:29.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Thoughts for today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"It remains only for you and me to both seek and tender that forgiveness—to both repent and to extend charity to others—which enables us to pass through the door the Savior holds open, thus to cross the threshold from this life into exaltation. Today is the day to forgive others their trespasses, secure in the knowledge that the Lord will thus forgive ours. As Luke significantly recorded, 'Be ye therefore merciful' (Luke 6:36; emphasis added). Perfection may elude us here, but we can be merciful. And in the end, repenting and forgiving are among God’s chief requirements of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;Lance B. Wickman,                            &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=0d64558fcc599110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;“Today,” Ensign, May 2008, 103–5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we carry unhappy feelings about past hurts too long. We spend too much energy dwelling on things that have passed and cannot be changed. We struggle to close the door and let go of the hurt. If, after time, we can forgive whatever may have caused the hurt, we will tap 'into a life-giving source of comfort' through the Atonement, and the 'sweet peace' of forgiveness will be ours ("My Journey to Forgiving," Ensign, Feb. 1997. 43). Some injuries are so hurtful and deep that healing comes only with help from a higher power and hope for perfect justice and restitution in the next life. . . . You can tap into that higher power and receive precious comfort and sweet peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;James E. Faust,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=1ed178de9441c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Instruments in the Hands of God," Ensign, Nov. 2005, 115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"May God help us to be a little kinder, showing forth greater forbearance, to be more forgiving, more willing to walk the second mile, to reach down and lift up those who may have sinned but have brought forth the fruits of repentance, to lay aside old grudges and nurture them no more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=707b6169b62fe010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Forgiveness," Ensign, Nov. 2005, 84&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"Every life has peaks and shadows and times when it seems that the birds don't sing and bells don't ring. Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;Joseph B. Wirthlin,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=b5f44bb52a73d110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Come What May, and Love It," Ensign, Nov. 2008, 26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"I delight in the Lord's mercies and miracles (see "Bless Our Fast, We Pray," Hymns, no. 138). I know that His tender mercies and His miracles, large and small, are real. They come in His way and on His timetable. Sometimes it is not until we have reached our extremity. Jesus's disciples on the Sea of Galilee had to toil in rowing against a contrary wind all through the night before Jesus finally came to their aid. He did not come until the "fourth watch," meaning near dawn. Yet He did come. (See Mark 6:45-51.) My testimony is that miracles do come, though sometimes not until the fourth watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;Susan W. Tanner,                            &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=1783558fcc599110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"My Soul Delighteth in the Things of the Lord," Ensign, May 2008, 83&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"The Lord has given us agency, the right and the responsibility to decide. He tests us by allowing us to be challenged. He assures us that He will not suffer us to be tempted beyond our ability to withstand. But we must understand that great challenges make great men. We don't seek tribulation, but if we respond in faith, the Lord strengthens us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;Dennis E. Simmons,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=45588fbe352fe010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"But If Not . . .," Ensign, May 2004, 73&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"Challenges, difficulties, question, doubts—these are part of our mortality. But we are not alone. As disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ, we have enormous spiritual reservoirs of light and truth available to us. Fear and faith cannot coexist in our hearts at the same time. In our days of difficulty, we choose the road of faith. Jesus said, 'Be not afraid, only believe' (Mark 5:36)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;Neil L. Andersen,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=92a44bb52a73d110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"You Know Enough, Ensign," Nov. 2008, 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"Take heart, be filled with faith, and remember the Lord has said He 'would fight [our] battles, [our] children's battles, and [the battles of our] children's children' (D&amp;amp;C 98:37)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;Jeffrey R. Holland,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=d1154bb52a73d110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"The Ministry of Angels, Ensign," Nov. 2008, 30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;"I hope all of you dear sisters, married or single, never wonder if you have worth in the sight of the Lord and to the leaders of the Church. We love you. We respect you and appreciate your influence in preserving the family and assisting with the growth and the spiritual vitality of the Church. Let us remember that “the family is central to the Creator’s plan for the eternal destiny of His children” (“The Family: A Proclamation to the World”). The scriptures and the teachings of the prophets and apostles help all family members to prepare together now to be together through all eternity. I pray that God will continually bless the women of the Church to find joy and happiness in their sacred roles as daughters of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Russell Ballard,                            &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=9694558fcc599110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Daughters of God," Ensign, May 2008, 110&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;"Reserved to come forth in these last days and labor for our Father and His Son are some of the most valiant and noble of our Father's sons and daughters. Their valiance and nobility were demonstrated in the pre-earth struggle with Satan. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;". . . You are those who chose good over evil and who exhibited 'exceedingly great faith' and 'good works.' And because of your personal history, you were entrusted to come to the earth in these last days to do again what you did before—to once again choose good over evil, exercise exceedingly great faith, and perform good works—and to do so in behalf of the kingdom of God on the earth and your fellowman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;James J. Hamula,                            &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=16a54bb52a73d110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Winning the War against Evil," Ensign, Nov. 2008, 50–51&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh. I always feel better after hearing from the Lord's anointed in our day. I love the Gospel so much! It gives me such great peace.&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author-source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5960245474971829956?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5960245474971829956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5960245474971829956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5960245474971829956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5960245474971829956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-for-today.html' title='Thoughts for today...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-970307214562714600</id><published>2009-09-02T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:36.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Have I mentioned...</title><content type='html'>That I love my mom, my sister, my sister-in-law, &amp;amp; my husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for making me feel better, guys. I'll get over my hurt pride in a day or less (fingers crossed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-970307214562714600?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/970307214562714600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=970307214562714600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/970307214562714600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/970307214562714600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-i-mentioned.html' title='Have I mentioned...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8931446206152710097</id><published>2009-09-02T18:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:45.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>What the -</title><content type='html'>My wallet was stolen today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stolen&lt;/span&gt;. I was "snacks shopping" at Kroger for my company (one of my fun new tasks that I actually don't mind so much) &amp;amp; it was stolen while I turned my back. I tried to convince the Kroger employees that no, I didn't lose it, only to sweep the aisles of the grocery store over &amp;amp; over by myself. (They didn't believe me so much.) Luckily my mom, Jared &amp;amp; a co-worker calmed me down, and then I had the presence of mind to rush to my bank to cancel my credit &amp;amp; debit cards. (Yeah. By the time I did that, all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; of my credit/debit cards had each been charged, to the tune of about $1000 each. I was livid. I called the police &amp;amp; hopefully the evil soul who did this will be caught...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent the better part of my day at the DMV, two Police Departments, the bank &amp;amp; calling credit card companies. I'm "excited" to call the Social Security Office tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just so mad. I feel violated &amp;amp; scared now. Not to mention wanting to punch this person in the face. I've worked hard for our little family's money, and so has Jared, and how dare someone take advantage of that?! I don't get these type of people. What drives you to steal someone else's livelihood, or to commit crimes in general? Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm ranting. Part of me feels justified at being angry but the other part just wants - and needs - to let it go. I have never felt so taken advantage of, and I pray that Heavenly Father will help me let go of this anger &amp;amp; pride. After all, I know it's only temporal things that were taken. I understand that. But I am hurt &amp;amp; upset, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8931446206152710097?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8931446206152710097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8931446206152710097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8931446206152710097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8931446206152710097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/what.html' title='What the -'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3854506608888834530</id><published>2009-09-02T08:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:44:49.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp5gHPBqHjI/AAAAAAAADcg/SxQZi9k2zUI/s1600-h/Giveaway.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376840682535788082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp5gHPBqHjI/AAAAAAAADcg/SxQZi9k2zUI/s320/Giveaway.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 251px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.todaysgiveaway.net/2009/09/temples-to-inspire-free-giveaway.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is a truly awesome giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3854506608888834530?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3854506608888834530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3854506608888834530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3854506608888834530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3854506608888834530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp5gHPBqHjI/AAAAAAAADcg/SxQZi9k2zUI/s72-c/Giveaway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3645925662389411368</id><published>2009-09-01T19:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:45:06.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A few inspirational quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-inspirational-office.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be. - Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-inspirational-office.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You must be the change you wish to see in the world - Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-inspirational-office.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The way to know life, is to love many things -Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-inspirational-office.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I never let schooling interfere with my education - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-family.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The most wasted of all days is one without laughter - E.E. Cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-family.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Being a parent is the greatest trust that has been given to human beings. -David O. McKay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-family.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;All that I am or hope to be I owe to My Mother - Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-friends.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-friends.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;-Albert Schweitzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-friends.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A friend is one who knows all about you and likes you anyway. -- Christi Mary Warner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/quotes-friends.html#" onclick="send_custom_letter(this);" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;All quotes are from &lt;a href="http://vinylcraftlettering.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, which I love for decorating the house. The possibilities are endless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3645925662389411368?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3645925662389411368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3645925662389411368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3645925662389411368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3645925662389411368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-inspirational-quotes.html' title='A few inspirational quotes...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6667327561924578331</id><published>2009-09-01T16:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:45:12.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp2H0RtM3_I/AAAAAAAADcQ/P02OpWRqDCY/s1600-h/bakerellacowgirlcookies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602862326177778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp2H0RtM3_I/AAAAAAAADcQ/P02OpWRqDCY/s320/bakerellacowgirlcookies.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;making &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2009/08/mix-things-up.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bakerella is pure awesomeness. I adore her &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6667327561924578331?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6667327561924578331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6667327561924578331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6667327561924578331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6667327561924578331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp2H0RtM3_I/AAAAAAAADcQ/P02OpWRqDCY/s72-c/bakerellacowgirlcookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2525269015302321945</id><published>2009-09-01T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:45:18.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I can't get enough of these prints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp2G8d0Ca4I/AAAAAAAADcI/lGftvvlDAG4/s1600-h/helendardikprint.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376601903503403906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp2G8d0Ca4I/AAAAAAAADcI/lGftvvlDAG4/s320/helendardikprint.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much whimsy, artistry &amp;amp; beauty here. I'm finding all sorts of amazingly creative people through the Web, blogging &amp;amp; Etsy. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://orangeyoulucky.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see Helen Dardik's blog &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=30219616"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for her items on Etsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-2525269015302321945?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/2525269015302321945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=2525269015302321945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2525269015302321945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2525269015302321945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-get-enough-of-these-prints.html' title='I can&apos;t get enough of these prints'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Sp2G8d0Ca4I/AAAAAAAADcI/lGftvvlDAG4/s72-c/helendardikprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7390910500063057799</id><published>2009-09-01T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:46:12.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Because we could all use a little hope...</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;a href="http://www.hopeisinthecards.org/index.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to try it? Go &lt;a href="http://corporate.cardstore.com/special-offers.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-7390910500063057799?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7390910500063057799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7390910500063057799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7390910500063057799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7390910500063057799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-we-could-all-use-little-hope.html' title='Because we could all use a little hope...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-6616965622753845963</id><published>2009-08-31T16:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:46:19.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Today's inspiring image</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spw4CF5gehI/AAAAAAAADcA/IGwJhZKmRzU/s1600-h/sunset600.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376233663767804434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spw4CF5gehI/AAAAAAAADcA/IGwJhZKmRzU/s320/sunset600.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found this breathtaking image &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hardwickmountain.org/photos/sunset600.jpg" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sunsets. Always have. Something about the way the sun lights the sky on fire has always fascinated, calmed &amp;amp; moved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in this part of Virginia has garnered some pretty spectacular sunsets, and I've been lucky enough to enjoy them on my way home from somewhere (work, church, a friend's house - wherever). I get lost in thought about how beautiful this earth is - and how amazing God is - when I stare up into such a picturesque image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't nature awesome? I find such great joy in scenes like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-6616965622753845963?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/6616965622753845963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=6616965622753845963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6616965622753845963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/6616965622753845963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-inspiring-image.html' title='Today&apos;s inspiring image'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spw4CF5gehI/AAAAAAAADcA/IGwJhZKmRzU/s72-c/sunset600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1770376216696659369</id><published>2009-08-30T22:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:46:26.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'll say it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a nerd. A super choir geek/nerd, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spszme7L8QI/AAAAAAAADbY/aG1-XjJF1lE/s1600-h/83963724v16_350x350_Front.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947316426174722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spszme7L8QI/AAAAAAAADbY/aG1-XjJF1lE/s320/83963724v16_350x350_Front.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My high school choir teacher, Ms. Matthews (I still cannot call her by her first name, even though I'm 10+ years out of high school now), is having a get-together for the Madrigals choir group I was in sophomore-senior years. I LIVED for choir. In fact, I still miss it. A lot. Is that nerdy? Probably.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpszWeyrvSI/AAAAAAAADbQ/NPRz1YGJI_s/s1600-h/5331_144564367362_779607362_3451658_7455827_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947041512602914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpszWeyrvSI/AAAAAAAADbQ/NPRz1YGJI_s/s320/5331_144564367362_779607362_3451658_7455827_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ms. M&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I totally stole this picture from her FB page...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're getting together to watch old videos of when we went to Austria - our choir was selected to represent Virginia in the Austrian Millennial Birthday Celebration. We had a fabulous time, and I was so happy to learn about how big &amp;amp; amazing the world is. And to see Mozart's place of birth, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz4Iy_3fI/AAAAAAAADb4/ZVgKcv1lzwM/s1600-h/5092_213669375205_524245205_7389253_7237137_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947619723894258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz4Iy_3fI/AAAAAAAADb4/ZVgKcv1lzwM/s320/5092_213669375205_524245205_7389253_7237137_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 212px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Austria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz3j1QJGI/AAAAAAAADbw/jUanqGpXsBg/s1600-h/5092_213669415205_524245205_7389259_2629057_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947609801237602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz3j1QJGI/AAAAAAAADbw/jUanqGpXsBg/s320/5092_213669415205_524245205_7389259_2629057_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 220px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some fun while in Austria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz3TQS3AI/AAAAAAAADbo/HWLJKsl5DAc/s1600-h/5092_213669315205_524245205_7389243_774603_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947605351259138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz3TQS3AI/AAAAAAAADbo/HWLJKsl5DAc/s320/5092_213669315205_524245205_7389243_774603_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz25cMjYI/AAAAAAAADbg/91sqacS6P6k/s1600-h/5092_213669310205_524245205_7389242_259850_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947598421855618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spsz25cMjYI/AAAAAAAADbg/91sqacS6P6k/s320/5092_213669310205_524245205_7389242_259850_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Singing under the Golden Roof in Innsbruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Right before Kenny's solo out-blasted the approaching marching band!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suh-weet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't attend my high school reunion because I couldn't make up my mind about whether or not to go to talk to people who didn't really talk to me anyway. But I am beyond happy to see people who I spent such a huge amount of time with. And we're all grown up, married, parents &amp;amp; working stiffs, natch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*All photos - except the one of Ms. M - are courtesy of one Ms. Rachael Joyner. Thanks, Rach, even though you don't know I stole the pictures just yet.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-1770376216696659369?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/1770376216696659369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1770376216696659369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1770376216696659369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1770376216696659369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-say-it.html' title='I&apos;ll say it...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spszme7L8QI/AAAAAAAADbY/aG1-XjJF1lE/s72-c/83963724v16_350x350_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5750330698644751471</id><published>2009-08-30T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:25:44.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Things As They Really Are</title><content type='html'>My awesome visiting teacher, Jenissa, sent me this great link to a talk by Elder Bednar, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things as They Really Are&lt;/span&gt;. I've been thinking a lot lately about how we let daily distractions - even important items, pleasurable pursuits &amp;amp; the like - get in the way of what's really important. After all, why are we here? What are we here to do? When I think of life that way, it puts a whole different spin - and motivation - on my daily activities.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the talk &lt;a href="http://lds.org/library/display/0,4945,538-1-4830-1,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5750330698644751471?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5750330698644751471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5750330698644751471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5750330698644751471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5750330698644751471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-as-they-really-are.html' title='Things As They Really Are'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8592561842095143000</id><published>2009-08-30T14:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:27:48.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ginnie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLNdoj6AI/AAAAAAAADbI/POL2iiNlr-I/s1600-h/sc000999ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLNdoj6AI/AAAAAAAADbI/POL2iiNlr-I/s320/sc000999ac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375832537373599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLM_git6I/AAAAAAAADbA/GWVWqrjGqhM/s1600-h/n763649273_548234_7849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLM_git6I/AAAAAAAADbA/GWVWqrjGqhM/s320/n763649273_548234_7849.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375832529286903714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLMtfXJmI/AAAAAAAADa4/lntOHBspNss/s1600-h/Kate-Gin+2005+Wedding+Rec+-+Lynchburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLMtfXJmI/AAAAAAAADa4/lntOHBspNss/s320/Kate-Gin+2005+Wedding+Rec+-+Lynchburg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375832524450113122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLMHLth-I/AAAAAAAADaw/TRX7Dc2KdoA/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLMHLth-I/AAAAAAAADaw/TRX7Dc2KdoA/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375832514167146466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLLzgWfVI/AAAAAAAADao/rvdISl0hJgM/s1600-h/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLLzgWfVI/AAAAAAAADao/rvdISl0hJgM/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375832508885007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To my best girlfriend &amp;amp; sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are one amazing woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8592561842095143000?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8592561842095143000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8592561842095143000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8592561842095143000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8592561842095143000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-ginnie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ginnie!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SprLNdoj6AI/AAAAAAAADbI/POL2iiNlr-I/s72-c/sc000999ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2859507079149610093</id><published>2009-08-30T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:19:16.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To Do's on my list this week...</title><content type='html'>--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our stake has asked that everyone have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. While Jared &amp;amp; I have benefitted from others' labors, we have not yet been able to do this. Since planting season is gone, I'll be thinking of creative ways I can garden while in a townhouse with virtually no property/land to speak of. I like the idea, though, and maybe I'll have some ideas come spring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been feeling creatively sapped&lt;/span&gt;. I used to be so creative when I was younger, and now most, if not all, of my pursuits are practical in nature. I'd like to get back into some of the things that inspire me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrap-booking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and learn to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;crochet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;knit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'd like to quilt some of Jared's old band t-shirts into a comfy blanket for him. Maybe I can sign up for some sewing lessons at Michael's or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Been slacking since I started my job. It's just hard to want to get up at 5:30 a.m. to work out, &amp;amp; by the time I get home at 5:30 p.m., I have virtually no desire. Thank goodness for the beautiful weather &amp;amp; scenery, so at least I'm getting some good walks in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'd like to experiment with some fun new recipes I've found. Plus, my mom bought me this awesome Dorie Greenspan &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0618443363"&gt;cookbook&lt;/a&gt; awhile ago, and I haven't used it nearly enough! Got to try out those creme brulee dishes &amp;amp; torch too. I'll let you know how it turns out. (I'd also like to take a cake decorating class, although I know that can be expensive...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Budgeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh, this is my least favorite. Other than signing up for &lt;a href="http://www.mint.com/"&gt;Mint.com&lt;/a&gt;, which accesses my bank account &amp;amp; I'm not sure I'm cool with that, I need help. (Jared's head is nowhere near helping me with finances currently, although he's technically better with math.) Any ideas on simple &amp;amp; effective ways to budget? My current system is a-bust.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Just a few things I'm thinking about. I don't want to overwhelm myself, but to be honest, I feel better when I'm busy &amp;amp; have projects to do. And that doesn't just mean cleaning/maintaining the house. If that's all I do all day, I think I'll go insane...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-2859507079149610093?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/2859507079149610093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=2859507079149610093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2859507079149610093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2859507079149610093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-dos-on-my-list-this-week.html' title='To Do&apos;s on my list this week...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7692936548415429931</id><published>2009-08-28T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:19:09.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Playing with I-video for the first time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ad224a70fe6d907" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7692936548415429931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7692936548415429931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7692936548415429931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7692936548415429931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-with-i-video-for-first-time.html' title='Playing with I-video for the first time...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-1350907261407370971</id><published>2009-08-28T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:18:09.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cameron's dance moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f36a4b020e7225b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=1350907261407370971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1350907261407370971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/1350907261407370971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/camerons-dance-moves.html' title='Cameron&apos;s dance moves'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3109653543438819837</id><published>2009-08-28T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:22:41.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>The illusion of beauty...</title><content type='html'>Stand up to it! I really like what Dove is doing in their campaigns. Exposing the fallacies of the magazines &amp;amp; unrealistic standards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the commercial &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XEHpyQbwM0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3109653543438819837?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3109653543438819837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3109653543438819837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3109653543438819837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3109653543438819837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/illusion-of-beauty.html' title='The illusion of beauty...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-7953796841659391905</id><published>2009-08-28T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:19:41.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A good read...</title><content type='html'>And a complicated issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a "former fat girl," I still struggle with thoughts about my body in general (all the time, in fact). And the way America treats those with weight problems doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a fallacy to conflate the unhealthy action—overeating and not exercising—with the unhealthy appearance, says Schwartz: some overweight people run marathons; eat only organic, vegetarian fare; and have clean bills of health. Even so, yelling at the overweight to put down the doughnut is far from productive. 'People are less likely to seek out healthy behaviors when they're criticized by friends, family, doctors, and others,' says Schwartz. 'If people tell you that you're disgusting or a slob enough times, you soon start to believe it.' In fact, fat outrage might actually make health-care costs higher. In a study published in the 2005 issue of the &lt;em&gt;Journal of Health Politics, Policy and Law,&lt;/em&gt;Abigail Saguy and Brian Riley found that many overweight people decide not to get help for medical conditions that are more treatable and more risky than obesity because they don't want to deal with their doctor's harassment about their weight. (For instance, &lt;a class="external-link" href="http://www.reuters.com/article/healthNews/idUSCOL46246220080324" target="_blank"&gt;a study from the University of North Carolina&lt;/a&gt; found that obese women are less likely to receive cervical exams than their thinner counterparts, in part because they worry about being embarrassed or belittled by the doctor because of their weight.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/213646/page/1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-7953796841659391905?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7953796841659391905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=7953796841659391905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7953796841659391905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/7953796841659391905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-read.html' title='A good read...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8147806191047775172</id><published>2009-08-27T16:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:34:49.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Feeling blessed</title><content type='html'>I have been posting random, non-news items lately because I really haven't had much going on. I started my new job a few weeks back &amp;amp; so far, it's okay. It's an admin job, so it's fine as far as those go.  Jared started school &amp;amp; I'm slowly readjusting to life without him - he's present in body, but not much in mind/spirit. ;) I do like hearing him explain about Biology, up to a point. After that, I just start to feel dumb because it's stuff I have no experience with. (I've also learned that if I have a question for him, I need to get in his face - literally - to ask him, because he will otherwise have no memory of our conversation later. Better not to ask while he's studying in general - and he studies all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this area. It is so beautiful &amp;amp; for the first few days this week actually felt a little more like fall. I've been waking up to intense fog &amp;amp; remembering that I live in higher elevation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared got called to be the 1st counselor in the Elders' Quorum Presidency, which is a good thing, I think. It'll force him to get out &amp;amp; make more friends. I haven't gotten a calling yet, for which I'm actually grateful. (I have a sneaking suspicion that a music calling is down the road, which doesn't exactly thrill me, but I know that every ward needs music help. I just wish sometimes, I guess, that I could learn &amp;amp; be stretched in different ways than music all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel grateful today for all that I've been blessed with. &lt;/span&gt;The Gospel is such an incredibly strong force in my life, more than it has been in awhile. Some time ago, I was feeling ignored by God &amp;amp; hurt because of that, but even in that, I realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the Atonement is for me&lt;/span&gt;. And there's something in that. I have always had such a strong, personal testimony of the Atonement &amp;amp; I am thankful for that blessing. It allows me to hold on to my testimony &amp;amp; remember why I go to church &amp;amp; do the things I do, even when I doubt in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpbqlyFfADI/AAAAAAAADaQ/TnWpv6FiNKw/s1600-h/carl-bloch-jesus-and-the-little-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpbqlyFfADI/AAAAAAAADaQ/TnWpv6FiNKw/s320/carl-bloch-jesus-and-the-little-children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374741140134101042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I am so thankful for my incredible family.&lt;/span&gt; It is so neat to be friends with my parents &amp;amp; siblings &amp;amp; see them raise families of their own. I have such a fantastic heritage &amp;amp; I love learning about where my parents, grandparents, etc. came from. And with being married, I'm tied to equally great heritage, and I'm thankful for their examples too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spbq7AndKGI/AAAAAAAADaY/AH-hRvE7cpM/s1600-h/Cam_kissing_sister_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Spbq7AndKGI/AAAAAAAADaY/AH-hRvE7cpM/s320/Cam_kissing_sister_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374741504811935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so grateful for Jared.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not even sure I can adequately express how much I love &amp;amp; appreciate him. It's still a surprise to me sometimes that I'm married, because I figured I was destined for a single life. He is such a positive influence on me - that man is so full of charity &amp;amp; service. He is my best friend &amp;amp; true partner in crime. We have so much fun together, and I hope that never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpbrDyxSGII/AAAAAAAADag/xvokMwmYVfI/s1600-h/Tempple2_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpbrDyxSGII/AAAAAAAADag/xvokMwmYVfI/s320/Tempple2_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374741655713880194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm thankful for the opportunities I have to learn each day.&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking about that this morning &amp;amp; about how I need to cultivate that sort of attitude - not dreading the day (which is easy since I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;like the morning time) but looking forward to the challenges the day will bring. I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm rambling. I've just been feeling a little low &amp;amp; sorry for myself the past week or more, and today I have been blessed to, well, notice my blessings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am truly thankful for all I've been given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8147806191047775172?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8147806191047775172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8147806191047775172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8147806191047775172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8147806191047775172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-blessed.html' title='Feeling blessed'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpbqlyFfADI/AAAAAAAADaQ/TnWpv6FiNKw/s72-c/carl-bloch-jesus-and-the-little-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-5034591065209799100</id><published>2009-08-24T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:20:09.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A few things I'm thinking about...</title><content type='html'>*We cannot avoid adversity, says Elder Dallin H. Oaks of the Quorum of the Twelve. “The only question is how we will react to it. Will our adversities be stumbling blocks or stepping-stones? … Like the mortal life of which they are a part, adversities are temporary. What is permanent is what we become by the way we react to them. Our adversities can be the means of obtaining blessings unobtainable without them” (&lt;em&gt;Ensign,&lt;/em&gt; July 1998, 7, 9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*“There is help. There is happiness. There really is light at the end of the tunnel. It is the Light of the World, the Bright and Morning Star, the light that is endless, that can never be darkened (see &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/john/8/12#12" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/john/8//12#12')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;John 8:12&lt;/a&gt;). It is the very Son of God Himself. … To any who may be struggling to see that light and find that hope, I say: Hold on. Keep trying. God loves you. Things will improve. Christ comes to you in His ‘more excellent ministry’ (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/heb/8/6#6" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/heb/8//6#6')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Heb. 8:6&lt;/a&gt;) with a future of better promises. He is your ‘high priest of good things to come’ ” (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/heb/9/11#11" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/heb/9//11#11')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Heb. 9:11&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;em&gt;Ensign,&lt;/em&gt; Nov. 1999, 36).—Elder Jeffrey R. Holland of the Quorum of the Twelve&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*President Harold B. Lee said, “You cannot lift another soul until you are standing on higher ground than he is” (&lt;em&gt;Stand Ye in Holy Places&lt;/em&gt; [1974], 187).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*“We have every reason to be optimistic in this world,” President Gordon B. Hinckley has said. “Tragedy is around, yes. Problems everywhere, yes. But look at Nauvoo. Look at what they built here in seven years and then left. But what did they do? Did they lie down and die? No! They went to work! They moved halfway across this continent and turned the soil of a desert and made it blossom as the rose. On that foundation this church has grown into a great worldwide organization affecting for good the lives of people in more than 140 nations. You can’t, you don’t, build out of pessimism or cynicism. You look with optimism, work with faith, and things happen” (quoted in Jeffrey R. Holland, “President Gordon B. Hinckley: Stalwart and Brave He Stands,” &lt;em&gt;Ensign,&lt;/em&gt; June 1995, 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Something wonderful happens when we really know, without a doubt, that God loves us—our questions completely change. Instead of asking, 'Why did this happen to me?' or 'Why doesn’t God care about me?' we say, 'Well, I know God loves me; I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that. So what can I learn from this experience?' Sometimes we think our trials come because we did something wrong. That’s not always true. Adversity is simply part of earth life. From it we can grow and progress if we choose to. Yes, some trials come because of our own disobedience, but many trials are simply part of life" (John Bytheway, "Five Scriptures That Will Help You Get through Almost Anything," &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Era&lt;/span&gt;, September 2008.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*“When you find yourselves a little gloomy,” said President Lorenzo Snow, “look around you and find somebody that is in a worse plight than yourself; go to him and find out what the trouble is, then try to remove it with the wisdom which the Lord bestows upon you; and the first thing you know, your gloom is gone, you feel light, the Spirit of the Lord is upon you, and everything seems illuminated.” (In General Conference, 6 April 1899.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*“Brethren,” said Paul, “but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.” (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/philip/3/13-14#13" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/philip/3//13-14#13')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Philip. 3:13–14&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpL0CuJya3I/AAAAAAAADaI/FrbEXBs-tro/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpL0CuJya3I/AAAAAAAADaI/FrbEXBs-tro/s320/Water+lilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625632992422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*“There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.” (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/1_cor/10/13#13" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/1_cor/10//13#13')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;1 Cor. 10:13&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*“O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities” (&lt;span class="Scripture" field="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/2_ne/4/17#17"&gt;2 Ne. 4:17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). ... “If the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions?"… "Yea, why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy?”... “Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul." ...“Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions." ...“Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation” (&lt;span class="Scripture" field="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/2_ne/4/28-30#28"&gt;2 Ne. 4:26–30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"We often don't realize the positive influence we can have on others, or how even simple acts of kindness can cheer another's day. Let me tell you of an incident that happened in our home several years ago. To set the stage, it had been a long, hard day. The keys were locked in the car, the washer overflowed, the baby had colic, the dog had thrown up on the carpet, our two-year-old had flushed her shoe down the toilet, and Rex called to say he would be late for dinner. Finding the only safe sanctuary a frazzled mother has, I closed the bathroom door behind me to cry for a minute. I thought it was a silent cry, but in no time at all a piece of red construction paper came sliding under the door. I picked it up and there, in bright blue marker, was a smiley face drawn by a perceptive eight-year-old. I couldn't help but smile, dry my tears, and reenter my wonderful, yet sometimes hectic world. How often a small gesture of hope, encouragement, and humor can cheer a day of discouragement." - Janet Lee, fireside devotional at BYU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As Rabbi David Backlock said, "God not only forgives our failures, he sees successes where no one else does, not even we ourselves. Only God can give us credit for angry words we did not speak, temptations we resisted, patience and gentleness that have been little noticed and long forgotten by those around us. Such good deeds are never wasted and not forgotten, because God gives them a measure of eternity."-Rex Lee, fireside devotional at BYU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*"For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory" (2 Corinthians 4:17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to make another point regarding our reliance on the Lord to carry us through the trials of life. Learned men and women of the world have developed coping strategies to help people endure the trials of life that do not always involve faith. Unbelievers do not go off the deep end the moment adversity strikes because they do not rely on God. Most see their way through. But the believer who turns to God for refuge not only finds the comfort he or she seeks but gains an increase in testimony of the reality of the Savior and of the Atonement. This is the higher purpose of trials in God's plan--to bring his children to the knowledge of him and his son. This is affirmed in Helaman 12:3, which reads, 'And thus we see that except the Lord doth chasten his people with many afflictions, . . . they will not remember him.' When we have endured in faith, then our knowledge becomes more sure. This is what Moroni meant when he said, 'I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith'" (Ether 12:6) (Robert K. Conlee, devotional at BYU).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-5034591065209799100?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5034591065209799100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=5034591065209799100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5034591065209799100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/5034591065209799100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-things-im-thinking-about.html' title='A few things I&apos;m thinking about...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpL0CuJya3I/AAAAAAAADaI/FrbEXBs-tro/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-2962692200292812248</id><published>2009-08-24T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:20:22.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fun with Macs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpKPSFPq28I/AAAAAAAADaA/DF42fOTn5EM/s1600-h/horror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpKPSFPq28I/AAAAAAAADaA/DF42fOTn5EM/s320/horror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373514846214740930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-2962692200292812248?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/2962692200292812248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=2962692200292812248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2962692200292812248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/2962692200292812248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-with-macs.html' title='Fun with Macs'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SpKPSFPq28I/AAAAAAAADaA/DF42fOTn5EM/s72-c/horror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-961983993869771971</id><published>2009-08-21T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:20:31.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To brighten your day...a few funny quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/So7DdmZaRpI/AAAAAAAADZ4/2w6hMeolhWA/s1600-h/laughter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/So7DdmZaRpI/AAAAAAAADZ4/2w6hMeolhWA/s320/laughter.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372446318790330002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw the movie, 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' and I was surprised because I didn't see any tigers or dragons. And then I realised why: they're crouching and hidden."&lt;br /&gt;Steve Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="a12"&gt;Baseball is ninety percent mental. The other half is physical." Yogi Berra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;"When you come to a fork in the road ... Take it." Yogi Berra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;The future ain't what it used to be." Yogi Berra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;Common looking people are the best in the world: that is the reason the Lord makes so many of them." Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“Politics: 'Poli a Latin word meaning 'many'; and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'.” Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“If women ran the world we wouldn't have wars, just intense negotiations every 28 days.” Robin Williams (bad, but it's true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face." Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know I'm ugly...I said to a bartender, 'Make me a zombie.' He said 'God beat me to it.' " Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="a12"&gt;Last week I stated that this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister and now wish to withdraw that statement." Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most." Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Make crime pay - become a lawyer." Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The taxpayers are sending congressmen on expensive trips abroad. It might be worth it except they keep coming back!" Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths.&lt;/span&gt; " Steven Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Always end the name of your child with a vowel, so that when you yell the name will carry.&lt;/span&gt; " Bill Cosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.&lt;/span&gt; " Bill Cosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.&lt;/span&gt; " George Burns ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;I found there was only one way to look thin, hang out with fat people.&lt;/span&gt; " Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt; " Charles Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;I wish my name was Brian because maybe sometimes people would misspell my name and call me Brain. That's like a free compliment and you don't even gotta be smart to notice it.&lt;/span&gt; " Mitch Hedberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.&lt;/span&gt; " Rita Rudner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;My computer beat me at checkers, but I sure beat it at kickboxing.&lt;/span&gt; " Emo Phillips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life.&lt;/span&gt; " Brooke Shields (I'm sure this was unintentional, which makes it all the more funny to me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;What does it mean to pre-board? Do you get on before you get on?&lt;/span&gt; " George Carlin (I wondered this when I flew to Wisconsin...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-961983993869771971?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/961983993869771971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=961983993869771971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/961983993869771971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/961983993869771971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-brighten-your-daya-few-funny-quotes.html' title='To brighten your day...a few funny quotes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/So7DdmZaRpI/AAAAAAAADZ4/2w6hMeolhWA/s72-c/laughter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-178181863716216142</id><published>2009-08-20T15:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:20:54.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>For all you moms out there...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a mom, but I have noticed that we, as women, tend to judge each other. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lot.&lt;/span&gt; (Your eyes are rolling, right? You're thinking, "Duh, Katie. It's like you just told me that grass is green.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking, whatever stage of life you're in - whether it's when you're single &amp;amp; looking for love/sociality, when you're newly married &amp;amp; looking for where you fit in between the singles &amp;amp; those with kids (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;), when you're married with children &amp;amp; figuring out that balance of you vs. mommy time, or when your children are grown &amp;amp; you suddenly find yourself trying to relate to your spouse on a real level again - we all face the similar challenge of judging &amp;amp; being judged. I don't want to call this a female trait, because I have known several males who also openly &amp;amp; harshly criticize, but sadly, in my various jobs, I have known &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too many wome&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n who like to cut each other down. Often, this is just for the sake of cutting someone down. I don't get it. And yet, I find myself comparing - well, anything &amp;amp; everything, including what makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, far too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.offsprung.com/profiles/blogs/victims-of-the-mommy-wars"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; today that made me smile. It has a few objectionable words, but I agreed with the premise. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moms need to stop judging each other.&lt;/span&gt; One style of parenting isn't necessarily better than another. Home births versus hospital births still produce beautiful, healthy children. Bottle versus breast feeding, in the long run, doesn't really matter. Whether your kid cries it out or sleeps with his parents doesn't do any detrimental harm to him when he's an adult. The point is - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we need to stop trying to impose our way of mothering on others, trust our own instincts for our own children, and be happy for everyone struggling through motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take this one step further. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why don't we, as women, try harder to lift each other up, rather than making pointless comparisons? Why don't we cheer each other on in this race called life &amp;amp; stop making harsh assessments of others?&lt;/span&gt; I think we'd do a lot better &amp;amp; find such great peace if we could attain this. (And believe me, I'm working on it too. This post is more for me than for anyone...I really just wanted to share the link.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll get off my soapbox now...even though I think I'm sharing something important. Take it as you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-178181863716216142?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/178181863716216142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=178181863716216142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/178181863716216142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/178181863716216142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-all-you-moms-out-there.html' title='For all you moms out there...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-8619695238462347095</id><published>2009-08-19T12:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:21:16.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've probably done this one before, in some form or another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SowtJwbF0nI/AAAAAAAADZw/33FZvRRWhqY/s1600-h/15_78_4---Rays-of-Sunshine-against-a-dramatic-black-sky_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SowtJwbF0nI/AAAAAAAADZw/33FZvRRWhqY/s320/15_78_4---Rays-of-Sunshine-against-a-dramatic-black-sky_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718101186761330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting on a few phone calls back at work, I'm bored, &amp;amp; I'll likely erase all these silly tag/posts off my blog later anyway. So enjoy the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Things I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can play most of the hymns in the hymn book. (I say most, &amp;amp; not all...)&lt;br /&gt;2. I can make to-do lists with a fervor. I get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;great satisfaction from scratching off a task, even if it's a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can eat chocolate any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can sing tenor with the best of 'em. And I do, often in church or RS to spice things up.&lt;br /&gt;5. I can say random things in French or Russian. (Sadly, those few random sentences are all I remember of said language classes...shoulda gone on a mission, probably.)&lt;br /&gt;6. I can watch videos of Cameron laughing at himself over &amp;amp; over again. That kid cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can listen to Jared play the guitar all day long. So relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Things I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't keep plants alive, despite my best efforts. Working on it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stomach sushi. Even the vegetarian kind. And I've tried, many times.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't stand cleaning the bathtub. Otherwise, I pretty much like cleaning/doing chores. But inhaling all the stuff in the tub suffocates me, and I get frustrated that I can never seem to get the tub clean enough.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't unscrew most tops or lids Jared puts on. Stinking weak, girly grip...&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't speak Spanish. It would be useful too, since all my in-laws are fluent. But I think with having the Russian &amp;amp; French in my brain, I've confused myself to the point of no more learning.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't confront people well. I'm learning how to do this better in general, but I usually wind up backing down/being nice or run over, even when it's unwarranted/I was right. This leads to me later becoming angry at myself, and then what Jared likes to call "snot rage..." (essentially, me becoming a mess because I often cry when I'm angriest). Probably too much info there.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't stand dirty dishes being left in the sink. Even if it's just a bowl. It bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Things I Say Often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;2. "How are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;3. "This is Katie, how may I help you?" (This, obviously, is for work...)&lt;br /&gt;4. "Laaaaaaaaaaaaame." (Thanks, Matt. I knew you like, what, 5 seconds &amp;amp; the "Laaaame" legacy lives on.)&lt;br /&gt;5. "Sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Hope you have a good day!"&lt;br /&gt;7. "You're my favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Favorite Foods &amp;amp; Drinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheese of most types&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. Mexican&lt;br /&gt;4. Italian&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;7. Granola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Books I Could Read Over &amp;amp; Over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;2. Much Ado About Nothing&lt;br /&gt;3. Twilight (I mention this because I'm re-reading it for the umpteenth time)&lt;br /&gt;4. HP 6 (ditto above)&lt;br /&gt;5. The Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;6. Emma&lt;br /&gt;7. The Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Movies I Could Watch Over &amp;amp; Over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice (are you sensing a theme here???)&lt;br /&gt;2. Clueless&lt;br /&gt;3. Young Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;4. Spaceballs&lt;br /&gt;5. Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast&lt;br /&gt;6. The Sound of Music (not only reminds me of great music, but an awesome hs trip to Austria!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Any of the Lord of the Rings movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Bands/Artists I Adore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. U2&lt;br /&gt;2. Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;3. Jamie Cullem&lt;br /&gt;4. Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;5. Rachel Yamagata&lt;br /&gt;6. KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;7. No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;People I Tag&lt;/span&gt; (only if you want to):&lt;br /&gt;Ginnie, Shan, Kelly, Ana, Amber, Clairedy, G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-8619695238462347095?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8619695238462347095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=8619695238462347095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8619695238462347095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/8619695238462347095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-probably-done-this-one-before-in.html' title='I&apos;ve probably done this one before, in some form or another...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SowtJwbF0nI/AAAAAAAADZw/33FZvRRWhqY/s72-c/15_78_4---Rays-of-Sunshine-against-a-dramatic-black-sky_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-884722577684248895</id><published>2009-08-17T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:21:33.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Good luck, J!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjcMevspI/AAAAAAAADZo/oWB0rlkIhUc/s1600-h/medschoolcartoon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjcMevspI/AAAAAAAADZo/oWB0rlkIhUc/s320/medschoolcartoon5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003735397872274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somjbi2lvsI/AAAAAAAADZg/Qs_9-ZyEzWQ/s1600-h/medschoolcartoon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somjbi2lvsI/AAAAAAAADZg/Qs_9-ZyEzWQ/s320/medschoolcartoon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003724223594178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjbfVgnrI/AAAAAAAADZY/VSCkbIKiISg/s1600-h/medschoolcartoon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjbfVgnrI/AAAAAAAADZY/VSCkbIKiISg/s320/medschoolcartoon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003723279539890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjazBZaXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/S0B6Hb-qIJM/s1600-h/medschoolcartoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjazBZaXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/S0B6Hb-qIJM/s320/medschoolcartoon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003711384021362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjauVlgxI/AAAAAAAADZI/QEnHiYSwof4/s1600-h/medschoolcartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjauVlgxI/AAAAAAAADZI/QEnHiYSwof4/s320/medschoolcartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003710126523154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's Jared's first day of medical school, so he's on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;(Along with the med school experience in general. As such, enjoy the cartoons above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-884722577684248895?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/884722577684248895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=884722577684248895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/884722577684248895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/884722577684248895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-luck-j.html' title='Good luck, J!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjcMevspI/AAAAAAAADZo/oWB0rlkIhUc/s72-c/medschoolcartoon5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-3597075939102484230</id><published>2009-08-17T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:39:26.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just in case I haven't been mooshy enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjBX5Jo1I/AAAAAAAADZA/-5dvmKaygmM/s1600-h/i+love+j.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjBX5Jo1I/AAAAAAAADZA/-5dvmKaygmM/s320/i+love+j.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003274604946258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-3597075939102484230?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/3597075939102484230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=3597075939102484230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3597075939102484230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/3597075939102484230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-in-case-i-havent-been-mooshy.html' title='Just in case I haven&apos;t been mooshy enough...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomjBX5Jo1I/AAAAAAAADZA/-5dvmKaygmM/s72-c/i+love+j.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849484723484183542.post-909159315732284382</id><published>2009-08-17T14:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:28:08.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Josh &amp; Olivia's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomiLg59FfI/AAAAAAAADY4/IzLTrKEpya0/s1600-h/Olivia%26GpaW_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomiLg59FfI/AAAAAAAADY4/IzLTrKEpya0/s320/Olivia%26GpaW_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371002349311301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olivia &amp;amp; Grandpa Wayne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all the grandkids' favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother Josh &amp;amp; his daughter Olivia went to visit my parents a weekend back, and my mom sent me the pictures. Thanks, mom! I can't believe how old - and tan - Olivia is. Happy belated 8th bday, O! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somh5Jag9_I/AAAAAAAADYw/Fj0pDOM7Q5o/s1600-h/Olivia%26GpaW_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somh4nhIZoI/AAAAAAAADYo/u6Z_y4RN8W4/s1600-h/Olivia_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somh4nhIZoI/AAAAAAAADYo/u6Z_y4RN8W4/s320/Olivia_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371002024668718722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somh4L0fm5I/AAAAAAAADYg/Y9f7HZGWc3Y/s1600-h/Josh_Olivia_GmaM_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/Somh4L0fm5I/AAAAAAAADYg/Y9f7HZGWc3Y/s320/Josh_Olivia_GmaM_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371002017233738642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh, Olivia &amp;amp; Grandma Myrtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849484723484183542-909159315732284382?l=leakeyroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/feeds/909159315732284382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849484723484183542&amp;postID=909159315732284382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/909159315732284382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849484723484183542/posts/default/909159315732284382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leakeyroof.blogspot.com/2009/08/josh-olivias-visit.html' title='Josh &amp; Olivia&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383804509943069668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SqZQJCP-M9I/AAAAAAAADgY/as9PyCNV6bc/S220/Tempple2_0509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlhtpiS-rv8/SomiLg59FfI/AAAAAAAADY4/IzLTrKEpya0/s72-c/Olivia%26GpaW_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
