<?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-802709001330558735</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:51:52.497-07:00</updated><category term='concert'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='Colbie Caillat'/><category term='John Mayer'/><title type='text'>The Heart of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Pain throws your heart to the ground. Love turns the whole thing around. It won't all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-7348680188968564274</id><published>2010-04-28T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:15:56.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>I am slowly but surely making the permanent switch over to tumblr. While I will keep this account open so I can still follow those of you who may not have a tumblr account, I will very rarely (if ever) post to this account. If you all are interested in keeping up with me and my life, visit my new home: &lt;a href="http://kristentracy.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://kristentracy.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-7348680188968564274?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7348680188968564274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=7348680188968564274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/7348680188968564274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/7348680188968564274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-1500455691780069314</id><published>2009-12-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:59:54.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to an End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I did it. I survived my first semester of grad school. It was a long time coming and for a while, I wasn't actually sure I would. These past few months have made me realize a lot of things about myself. I think the most important is that I can actually do anything I want to do if I set my mind to it. I studied more this semester than I ever did in all 4 of my undergraduate years. I guess there was always a part of me that thought there were certain things I just wasn't meant to do and that no matter how hard I studied, success would never come. Just when I had started to come to terms with that fact, I become this diligent student that got A's and was always prepared - it was a whole new feeling to me! Needless to say, I am more determined than ever to do whatever it takes for me to do well throughout the next 2 years. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, what I will be doing for the rest of my life so it's probably a good idea that I become an expert in it, don't ya think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I am so glad Christmas is finally here!!! This is my favorite time of year, and even though the stupid economy has forced my family to cut back a little more than we usually do, I am still so thrilled about being able to spend this time with all my favorite people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time last year, I told myself that 2009 was going to be a great year for me. Unfortunately, that didn't end up happening. So this time, I am GOING to make 2010 my year - regardless of what I have to do to make it happen!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope that all of you have a wonderful holiday season with your families. And during a time when our world is in great need of prayer, remember why it is that we celebrate Christmas. Do this and all worries seem to melt away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! See you in 2010!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-1500455691780069314?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1500455691780069314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=1500455691780069314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/1500455691780069314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/1500455691780069314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming to an End'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-2794544890450545035</id><published>2009-10-05T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:51:08.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every once and a while a song comes along that truly inspires me. I was watching a musical Saturday night (yes I know, me watching a musical?) and a song that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Idina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Menzel&lt;/span&gt; sang completely grabbed my heart and opened my eyes. This song is both inspirational and eye-opening for me, and I hope it does the same for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's going on around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is barely making sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need some explanations fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see my present partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the imperfect tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I don't see how we can last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel I need a change of cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I'm on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when he gives me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To justify each move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're getting harder to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this can't continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've still a lot to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There must be more I could achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I don't have the nerve to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everybody's&lt;/span&gt; playing the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; rules are the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Better learn to go it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recognize you're out on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one I should not think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keeps rolling through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I don't want to let that go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No lovers ever faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No contract truly signed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing certain left to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And how the cracks begin to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never make a promise or plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a little love where you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never stay too long in your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never lose your heart, use your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never take a stranger's advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never let a friend fool you twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never be the first to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never be the last to deceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And never leave a moment too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never waste a hot afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never stay a minute too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't forget the best will go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Better learn to go it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recognize you're out on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-2794544890450545035?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2794544890450545035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=2794544890450545035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2794544890450545035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2794544890450545035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobodys-side.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Side'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-6227437198326266299</id><published>2009-08-19T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:16:52.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have recently realized that it doesn't take much to make me happy. As a result of this revelation, I have put together a list of people, places or things that have made me smile (or in some cases roll on the floor laughing) in the last week. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahlias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371812739660266994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyDOcNePfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nY0f5TRVafw/s200/WA092405_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Charles in Charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371813473637282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyD5KfOtFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zePrQkO34YQ/s200/charlesincharge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neimeyer&lt;/span&gt; and Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Torna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371814238492971442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyElrzCUbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/92F9PzjQuYo/s200/6412_512824474871_139000716_30515028_1139707_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371815075153334098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyFWYmaT1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/EolIxi8fvRw/s200/5413_512890901751_139001004_30518221_8119350_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Manhattan from the Sky" by Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Voegle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371815618783282194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyF2Bx5BBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yXXZj7lnUo0/s200/image-8600_49C29394.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bradley Cooper movies&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371816372673384626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyGh6PTELI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FYm-MUsE_cs/s200/6a00e54ede41cc8833011570bd6896970b-320wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371816794127847954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyG6cR30hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3ErYUEeLQ2U/s200/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/802709001330558735-6227437198326266299?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6227437198326266299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=6227437198326266299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/6227437198326266299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/6227437198326266299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SoyDOcNePfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nY0f5TRVafw/s72-c/WA092405_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-8581888404129830291</id><published>2009-08-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:36:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Coming Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While I know it has been a while since I have last updated this thing, there hasn't been much for me to discuss. But the summer is coming to a close, and I believe the next few months are going to be some of the most challenging I've ever experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In about a month, I will begin life as a graduate student. This time is one filled with both excitement and anxiety. I am so excited to finally get to study something I love. While there is no doubt in my mind that my degree in English will help me in whatever I decide to do, it became mundane and exhausting toward the end. For those of you who don't know, I am pursuing a Masters degree in Forensic Psychology with the hopes of eventually making it to the FBI doing criminal profiling. This step in my life is a big one because I am now officially on my own financially. It is imperative that this work out for me because otherwise I am stuck with an extremely narrowly focused Masters degree and nothing to do with it. The subject of forensics has always interested me but it wasn't until earlier this year that I decided it was the career path I wanted to pursue. Right now my biggest fear is getting in and finding out that I'm not cut out for this field of work. It is something that I am so excited about and yet I can't seem to shake the feeling that I will fail. I'm a grown up now and that's scary, but choosing a career is even worse. I never thought the anxiety of starting school would be this great. Nothing will have changed. I haven't taken any time off and am therefore still in the routine of going back to school in September. This time around feels very different though, and that's what is making me so nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also recently submitted a job application to the Riverside County District Attorney's Bureau of Investigation. The two positions I applied for are an Investigative Technician and Forensic Technician. Either of these positions would not only be an amazing start in getting my foot in the door with working in this field, but it would also provide me with a full time position with greater pay and benefits. It would be a total blessing if I were offered either of these positions, so I would appreciate any prayers you all might want to send my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look forward to what the next few months will bring, and I will keep you updated as things progress :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-8581888404129830291?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8581888404129830291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=8581888404129830291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/8581888404129830291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/8581888404129830291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-coming-months.html' title='In The Coming Months'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-3314616285045661533</id><published>2009-06-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:50:17.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3's and 7's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I am not one who handles tragedy - more specifically death - very well. But the recent events of this last week in the entertainment world have made me realize that life is short. Ed McMahon, Farah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faucett&lt;/span&gt;, Michael Jackson, and Billy Mays all passed away this week. Sadly, we knew Farah's time was coming, and ed was getting older. But Michael and Billy were such a shock - at least for me it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say deaths come in 3's and 7's. If this is true, then we have 3 more to "look forward to" (for lack of a better word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through a lot in the past month or so, only to come to find out that this problem has been present for over a year. I always questioned why I was tired at 9 o'clock every night when I used to stay up until 12 most nights. And it wasn't just being tired. I was exhausted all the time - no matter how much sleep I had gotten. I could never find the energy to do anything - even the stuff I loved. After my gallbladder surgery, I find myself with an abundance of energy that I didn't realize I had lost. I didn't know how sluggish I was before this. I am so glad that this problem that has bothered me for so long is finally behind me and I can finally start living my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been recovered, I have had so much fun with my girlfriends. It has been movies and lunches and shopping. I absolutely LOVE my friends. They were there for me during surgery and they were there for me when I was dying of boredom at home. They really are the best. I LOVE YOU GIRLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole blog is really to say that I have learned not to take anything, especially life, for granted. There are too many uncertainties in the every day to rely on the fact that we will all make it through to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; 6:34-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-3314616285045661533?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3314616285045661533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=3314616285045661533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/3314616285045661533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/3314616285045661533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/06/3s-and-7s.html' title='3&apos;s and 7&apos;s'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-2559443610196206835</id><published>2009-04-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:32:34.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I have decided to depart from the world of blogger...for now anyways. I have found a site that I enjoy much better that allows me to post pictures, videos, quotes, links, and audio clips. I won't be permanently deleting this account, but the bulk of my blogging activity will come from Tumblr from now on. Please add me and if you also have a Tumblr account, I would like to be able to follow you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kristentracy.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-2559443610196206835?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2559443610196206835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=2559443610196206835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2559443610196206835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2559443610196206835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/04/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-2304749274794934001</id><published>2009-02-22T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:58:54.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the first time, I have actually seen some of the films that are up for Oscars this year. I now have a reason to watch, and films to root for. With that said, here are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;predictions&lt;/span&gt; of who will walk away with the golden statue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Actor: Sean Penn "Milk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger "The Dark Knight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Actress: Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Winslet&lt;/span&gt; "The Reader"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Supporting Actress: Penelope Cruz "Vicky Cristina Barcelona"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Animated Film: "WALL-E"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Art Direction: "The Dark Knight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cinematography: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Costume Design: "The Duchess"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Directing: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Documentary: "Man on Wire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Documentary Short Subject: "The Witness - From the Balcony of Room 306"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Film Editing: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Foreign Language Film: "The Class" (France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Makeup: "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Original Score: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Original Song: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jai&lt;/span&gt; Ho" from "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Picture: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Animated Short Film: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oktapodi&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Live Action Short Film: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Spielzeugland&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Toyland&lt;/span&gt;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sound Editing: "The Dark Knight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sound Mixing: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visual Effects: "The Dark Knight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adapted Screenplay: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Original Screenplay: "Milk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you hadn't noticed, I am obviously pulling for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire." It is a brilliant movie - quite possibly one of the best I've ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's hope there aren't too many surprises in store for tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-2304749274794934001?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2304749274794934001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=2304749274794934001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2304749274794934001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2304749274794934001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-oscars.html' title='2009 Oscars'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-4278883459034539085</id><published>2009-02-16T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:34:57.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the longest time, I struggled with what the term contentment really meant. Was it something that made me happy simply because I wanted it to or was it something that truly put me at ease; leaving my mind and soul completely peaceful? I used to think it was the foremost of the two, but I have since realized that there is no feeling like that of being content. It wasn't until recently that I could honestly say I was content. Now, there is no other way to describe my life. Being content puts my mind at ease and allows me to be who I really am. I am enjoying the simplest things out of life again, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be more excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I woke up with a horrible head cold. I mean, the kind of cold that barely lets you lift your head off the pillow let alone get ready and head to work and classes. Normally this would simply cause me to turn off my alarm clock and burrow myself deep beneath the covers until I would wake again, but today something kept telling me that I needed to get out of bed; that laying there for the whole day wasn't an option, regardless of how lousy I felt. So I got myself out of bed and got ready as I usually do in the morning, but the more I did, the more completely exhausted I felt. Nevertheless, I continued pushing myself until it was time to walk out the door. Knowing that I would be at school until 4 today, I grabbed enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DayQuil&lt;/span&gt; to get me through the day and my travel mug to fill with mint tea to soothe my throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I still feel like I want to crawl back into bed and sleep until morning, I can't help but think that the whole reason I got out of bed this morning was not because it would make me feel better (even though it did a little), but rather to show me that I know contentment and when I am truly content not even the worst of illnesses can bring me down. So despite the gloomy weather, and the cold that has invaded my body, today has been a surprisingly good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-4278883459034539085?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4278883459034539085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=4278883459034539085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/4278883459034539085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/4278883459034539085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/02/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-2550854590475087079</id><published>2009-02-08T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:22:34.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Katharine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/6130884450706092953.jpeg" width="400" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Katharine -- "I am happy and open to new things"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Katharines are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Give me companionship, affection, and freedom.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Don't try to change my style. Accept me the way I am.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Be responsible for youself. I dislike clingy or needy people.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Don't tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Katharine   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being optimistic and not letting life's troubles get me down   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being spontaneous and free-spirited    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being outspoken and outrageous. It's part of the fun.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being generous and trying to make the world a better place    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* having such varied interests and abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being a Katharine    &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* not having enough time to do all the things I want   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* not completing things I start   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* feeling confined when I'm in a one-to-one relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharines as Children Often&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are action oriented and adventuresome  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* drum up excitement   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* prefer being with other children to being alone   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* finesse their way around adults &lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* dream of the freedom they'll have when they grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharines as Parents   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are often enthusiastic and generous  &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-2550854590475087079?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2550854590475087079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=2550854590475087079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2550854590475087079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2550854590475087079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-katharine.html' title='I am a Katharine'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-307676574251720589</id><published>2009-02-06T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:42:25.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the first time in a long time, I am truly happy. I can't remember the last time I felt this way. My heart has been opened to so many new people and ideas that I am so excited to see where God is leading me. I have been blessed to have some of the most amazing people in my life. They care about me and honestly like to see me happy. I enjoy nothing as much as I do talking and laughing with them on a regular basis, and when I'm not with them, I just look forward to the next time I get to see them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A while ago, I was struggling. I never thought I would be able to recover from the loss and hurt that I felt, but I am a new person. I am determined to make 2009 an amazing year for me, and I know that's possible with the presence of such amazing people in my life...especially one in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299926622647679522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SY0fLt6M-iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_vFzmjdxvUo/s320/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-307676574251720589?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/307676574251720589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=307676574251720589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/307676574251720589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/307676574251720589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SY0fLt6M-iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_vFzmjdxvUo/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-3714910447952558532</id><published>2009-01-31T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:27:55.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Lonely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I know it's been a while, but between the holidays and starting my last semester of college, I haven't had the time or the energy to post lately. To be honest, I'm really not in the mood still but I need to get some things of my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get really irritated to being second string. That may sound weird, but let me explain. I make plans to do something with someone, and they always bail at the last minute. It's almost like I'm the alternative if nothing better comes along. Now, I wouldn't consider myself the most popular person in the world, but I don't lack in the friend department - at least I thought I didn't. I feel like it gets harder and harder to find someone who will do something with me, even if it's just a movie or grabbing something to eat. All my friends seem to have other groups of people they would rather hang out with besides me, and I am only even considered when all other options have fallen through. I am sick and tired of hoping that someone won't cancel plans I make with them. Is it so much to ask to just want to hang out with your friends? With graduation coming up in May, I know that there is a great chance that I won't see many of these people again. All I want to do is hang out while I still have the chance before they all leave me and head off to other states or other countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-3714910447952558532?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3714910447952558532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=3714910447952558532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/3714910447952558532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/3714910447952558532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-lonely.html' title='What&apos;s Up Lonely?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-8517356829164999156</id><published>2008-11-24T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:30:24.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the last 2 weeks have been pretty rough...to say the least. If you've read my previous two posts then you sort of have an idea of what's going on. I'm doing better, still a little broken but definitely better than I was last week. Thanks to all for your prayers and best wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now to what I'm really excited about...tonight is the finale of Dancing With the Stars!!! I have been looking forward to this since the season began and now it's finally here! I personally think that either Lance Bass or Brooke Burke deserve to win, but Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt; definitely has a shot. I just think it would be cool to see an '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NSync&lt;/span&gt; guy win it, being that I was and always will be a fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This week is Thanksgiving - finally! November seems to have just flown by. I'll be spending it with my extended family down in Carlsbad. This will be the first year since I was born that neither my mom nor my grandma has cooked, which will be kind of weird but I'm excited. It will also be the first Thanksgiving where a certain member of the family will not be with me (again, the previous posts explain that), so that will be difficult for me but I am going to make the best of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friday is always shopping day...and that is what I am most excited about! Most people think I'm crazy to want to brave all those people, but I think that all of the crowds make it seem more like Christmas to me. This year my best friend is joining me and I am so excited because her and I have a ton of fun together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, super excited for the holiday weekend. Have a safe one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-8517356829164999156?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8517356829164999156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=8517356829164999156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/8517356829164999156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/8517356829164999156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-last-2-weeks-have-been-pretty-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-251584205762521104</id><published>2008-11-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:42:49.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;I still see your reflection inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin' on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hangin' on to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now, having forgot my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-251584205762521104?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/251584205762521104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=251584205762521104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/251584205762521104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/251584205762521104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-7871470484593031018</id><published>2008-11-18T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:27:42.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better With Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost someone today who meant more to me in the world than almost anyone else. They didn't die, but they might as well have. A person I trusted with most everything in the world completely let me down six years ago and it's only gotten worse from there. Tonight, it came to a head that they no longer had a desire to be a part of my life. I never realized that I could hurt this badly. I had felt this coming for a long time, but I guess I always hoped it would never get this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking about it much more. Just say a prayer that with time, my hurt will heal and I'll be able to find someone else who means as much to me as this person did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-7871470484593031018?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7871470484593031018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=7871470484593031018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/7871470484593031018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/7871470484593031018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-with-time.html' title='Better With Time'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-2479668694990891912</id><published>2008-10-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:15:24.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Minds</title><content type='html'>I've been watching the first season of Criminal Minds on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; and all I can say is that it's AMAZING!! I thought the show was good already, but the first season is by far the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this show makes me really interested in FBI profiling. I think that working with the FBI would be awesome...as I watch the show I build profiles in my mind about who the killer is and how they commit the crimes they do. I know that sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absurdly&lt;/span&gt; bizarre and twisted, but I think that I would be perfect at this job. It would be the perfect way to bring those wackos to justice and one by one make this world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it wouldn't exactly hurt if I had a good looking guy like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shemar&lt;/span&gt; Moore working beside me all the time either...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally random blog I know, but it's what I'm thinking. And that's what blogging is all about right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-2479668694990891912?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2479668694990891912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=2479668694990891912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2479668694990891912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2479668694990891912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/10/criminal-minds.html' title='Criminal Minds'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-2136137135431418083</id><published>2008-10-02T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:45:56.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Deanna...</title><content type='html'>Deanna seems to think that I need to post something so that she has an excuse to not do her homework (shame on you!) so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely been a while. School started and things got crazy again. Homework and tests seem to consume a large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;portion&lt;/span&gt; of my week now. And on top of all that, I had the stupid notion to take a Saturday class!! It's only 6 weeks but still...what was I thinking?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially started my senior year of college. Up next is knowing what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. The thought is stressful and, at times, annoying. While law school is definitely on the top of my list, I am slowly starting to come to terms with the idea that that may not happen soon. I wish I knew exactly where my life would be in 5 or 10 years, but God obviously doesn't think that's the best idea so I'll just wait...impatiently...but I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else?&lt;br /&gt;I turned 21 last week so I am now officially legal in every aspect. Since turning 21 I've learned a few things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Peach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bellinis&lt;/span&gt; are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;2. Weekend getaways with no parents are even better!&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends are the best!&lt;br /&gt;4. Your perspective on life seems to change once you hit 21.&lt;br /&gt;5. Life won't always be the way I want it to be, but it will get better in time.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm going to smile because I deserve to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this was enough for you Deanna...now get back to doing your homework!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-2136137135431418083?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2136137135431418083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=2136137135431418083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2136137135431418083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/2136137135431418083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-for-deanna.html' title='Just for Deanna...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-407312490611598018</id><published>2008-08-22T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:27:58.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been quite a while folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With the summer coming to an end (much too soon might I add) and my senior year of college getting ready to start, it's weird to think of how fast my life has gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But now to what really matters...Michael Phelps. He did it! 17 races, 8 gold medals, 7 world records - can anyone actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fathom&lt;/span&gt; what he did? I know I watched the entire journey from the beginning and I'm still having a hard time believing that it's possible. Is it just me, or does the second week of the Olympics get really boring? I mean, after swimming, volleyball, and gymnastics are over, what else is there really to watch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Dancing With the Stars" starts on September 22 and the leaked list of the season 7 contestants is far from boring. Nothing is official of course, because the actual scheduled announcement isn't until Monday but for those of you who missed it, here is the projected contestants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brooke Burke, TV personality and former host of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cloris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leachman&lt;/span&gt;, 82-year-old actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Linley&lt;/span&gt;, 18-year-old actor on Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeff Ross, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stand up&lt;/span&gt; comedian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kardashian&lt;/span&gt;, well-endowed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celebutante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lance Bass, former member of *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NSync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McGrath&lt;/span&gt;, singer and host of EXTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maurice Greene, sprinter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Misty May-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Treanor&lt;/span&gt;, Olympic gold medalist beach volleyball player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/all-my-children/profile/susan_lucci.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/all-my-children.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All My Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; actress and Daytime's Leading Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McGinley&lt;/span&gt;, actor best known for his role on Married…with Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;, Grammy award-winning singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt;, football player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Any thoughts on who the front-runner might be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-407312490611598018?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/407312490611598018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=407312490611598018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/407312490611598018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/407312490611598018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-4289307543969495203</id><published>2008-08-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:06:48.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 down...3 to go!</title><content type='html'>All I can say is Michael Phelps is AMAZING!!!! He's all we need to represent the USA. 5 individual gold medals; along with 5 world records broken with 3 races left and the potential for a possible 8! He's already become the most decorated Olympic athlete in history, but he has the ability and chance to become the only athlete ever to win 8 gold medals in a single Olympic games...come on Michael!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-4289307543969495203?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4289307543969495203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=4289307543969495203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/4289307543969495203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/4289307543969495203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-down3-to-go.html' title='5 down...3 to go!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-3655115437263309091</id><published>2008-08-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:39:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand With Arms High and Heart Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that last night's Generate was phenomenal! Every week I feel like I grow closer to the Lord and my relationship with Him gets stronger and stronger. I wish that Generate could be every night of the week, because it is what I look forward to most during the week. I can never seem to get enough of it. Natalya is inspiring...her leading worship is so powerful and effective that sometimes I don't think how much of an impact she has on the rest of us. And Tony can relate to us; which makes me respect him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Phil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wickham&lt;/span&gt; and I'm already counting down the days to Wednesday again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the one who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;My soul Lord to you surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is yours&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-3655115437263309091?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3655115437263309091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=3655115437263309091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/3655115437263309091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/3655115437263309091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-stand-with-arms-high-anf-heart.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand With Arms High and Heart Abandoned'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-8102699350234409042</id><published>2008-08-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:57:15.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Tyrone Wells. He's amazing...always makes me smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-8102699350234409042?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8102699350234409042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=8102699350234409042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/8102699350234409042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/8102699350234409042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-love.html' title='I Just Love...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-4452029004076508747</id><published>2008-08-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:31:36.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Deanna Tagged Me...</title><content type='html'>What are 5 things on your to-do list for today? &lt;br /&gt;1. Go to work...blah&lt;br /&gt;2. See twin and Deanna&lt;br /&gt;3. Have lunch&lt;br /&gt;4. Play with my little Bailey boy&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish transfering all my stuff to my new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 snacks you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;1. Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;2. String Cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. Brownies&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheez-its&lt;br /&gt;5. Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 things you would do if you were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy either a BMW or a Lexus&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay for law school...and all my other debts&lt;br /&gt;3. Take care of my parents and grandparents&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel (Greece, Italy, Africa, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Give to my church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 of your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of self confidence&lt;br /&gt;3. Being impatient&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are 5 places you have lived?&lt;br /&gt;1. Riverside&lt;br /&gt;2. Dorms (still in Riverside)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cottages (Riverside again)&lt;br /&gt;4. University Place Apartments (yep...still Riverside)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hawaii...if you want to count the total of 4 weeks I spent there on a mission trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 jobs you've had?&lt;br /&gt;1. VNA Accounts Receivable Clerk&lt;br /&gt;2. VNA Medical Billing&lt;br /&gt;3. CBU Office of the Registrar Student Worker&lt;br /&gt;4. CBU Office of Enrollment Advising Student Worker&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 5 people do you want to tag?&lt;br /&gt;1. Taylor&lt;br /&gt;2. umm...I can't think of anyone else! :(&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-4452029004076508747?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4452029004076508747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=4452029004076508747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/4452029004076508747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/4452029004076508747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/08/since-deanna-tagged-me.html' title='Since Deanna Tagged Me...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-6743559957787739718</id><published>2008-07-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:37:40.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that when something goes wrong, it &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; goes wrong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The littlest things; all of which would be no big deal to handle individually but are the biggest pain to deal with all at once, seem to wreak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt; on my life right now. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before, but for some reason I can't seem to shake this overwhelming anxiety and depression that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;. Not really sure how to handle this because it's almost too much for me right now. I am so ready for the weekend and I want nothing more than to be at home in my own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And on top of everything else, Casey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kotchman&lt;/span&gt; is no longer an Angel...he's now a Brave. Guess that means I am too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-6743559957787739718?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6743559957787739718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=6743559957787739718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/6743559957787739718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/6743559957787739718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-5898551314376477480</id><published>2008-07-29T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:13:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake, Rattle 'N Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I may be the only one who finds humor in this morning's earthquake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-5898551314376477480?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5898551314376477480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=5898551314376477480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/5898551314376477480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/5898551314376477480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/shake-rattle-n-roll.html' title='Shake, Rattle &apos;N Roll'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-5735158139742887323</id><published>2008-07-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:26:00.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colbie Caillat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>John Mayer and Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went and saw John Mayer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night at the Verizon Wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amphitheater&lt;/span&gt; in Irvine. All I have to say is...WOW! My goal is to learn to play the guitar as well as him before I die; even though I'm pretty sure that according to the music world I'm considered too old to begin that journey. But it was amazing...quite possibly one of the best shows I've ever been to in my entire life! Not only is he an amazing musician, but he has quite the comedic personality as well. Noting that the night would contain more music and less story-telling, he made it very clear that no confirmation was going to be given of his relationship with Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; (even though we all know there is one). I would definitely see him again if given the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt; was his opening act and she was too cute. She sounds just as good live as she does on her album; which I am always pleased with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Awesome night overall...even though I am still tired. But it was completely worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-5735158139742887323?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5735158139742887323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=5735158139742887323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/5735158139742887323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/5735158139742887323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-mayer-and-colbie-caillat.html' title='John Mayer and Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802709001330558735.post-6392471241275396931</id><published>2008-07-27T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:05:47.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Currently, I am reading Kirk Cameron's autobiography &lt;em&gt;Still Growing&lt;/em&gt;. While I'm not usually interested in celebrities and their life stories, I find his fascinatingly interesting. He's known for playing Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seaver&lt;/span&gt; on "Growing Pains," but what most people don't know is that he grew up and self-proclaimed atheist. Today, he is one of the leading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chrisitian&lt;/span&gt; televangelists with his show "The Way of the Master." His incredible journey into finding faith and a relationship with God has me thinking about some things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How is it that a person who had everything growing up (fame, fortune, fans, etc.) be so completely empty inside. Did he honestly think that all that was given to him was just a fluke? Surely he couldn't have been that naive and stupid. All we are given in life is a gift from God. Everything form our homes to the people we love are a privilege - not a right. God knows exactly who we are and what He is going to do with our lives. So why does it sometimes seem that he puts us through struggle and pain even when he knows how we are going to end up? This concept has bothered me for a lot time. I am not a patient person right now; nor have I ever been one, but I have learned to trust that the Lord has the perfect plan for my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm still growing...both literally and figuratively. My relationship with the Lord gets stronger and stronger, and I know that in time I will have my happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In awe of the one who gave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My soul Lord to you surrendered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All I am is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/802709001330558735-6392471241275396931?l=kris10tracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6392471241275396931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=802709001330558735&amp;postID=6392471241275396931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/6392471241275396931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/802709001330558735/posts/default/6392471241275396931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris10tracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-growing.html' title='Still Growing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826434640754032433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lVzvwyvtWDI/SSxAwG3l2QI/AAAAAAAAACw/XoVnbnPAoTY/S220/DSCN0651.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
