<?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-541551035008285746</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:48:35.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy's 101 in 1001</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-2507968213209457291</id><published>2008-12-01T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:07:28.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Business</title><content type='html'>I've been MIA lately because I didn't have a laptop. My desktop is as old as dirt and soooooo slow - which means it's so frustrating to work on it. But I finally went and bought a new laptop from Best Buy so now we're back in business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the blogging will come back to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-2507968213209457291?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2507968213209457291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=2507968213209457291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2507968213209457291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2507968213209457291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-business.html' title='Back in Business'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-3295107877326403111</id><published>2008-11-02T14:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:18:55.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue birthday update</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since my birthday but I still wanted to do a quick update on it because it was so great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my friends came into town to surprise me for my birthday. We hung out at the house and Celia cooked dinner for us and we talked and ate lots of carrot cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264154791706532882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SQ4I5HJWnBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s7LKLwVHav4/s320/101_0560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The High School Musical birthday sign Chris got me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264155103146043506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SQ4JLPWUaHI/AAAAAAAAANY/fJ7g68WBu6c/s320/101_0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very serious husband with one of my two carrot cake birthday cakes (they know me so well...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264155529764578786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SQ4JkEoGpeI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZtgcyZ_tX9Y/s320/101_0563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hydrangeas Lydia and Collin brought me (goes towards my flowers 101 goal which I'm so behind on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264155280195901890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SQ4JVi6S2cI/AAAAAAAAANg/4mpOgf7cN8I/s320/101_0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The next morning we went to brunch at Moonshine Grill. It was my first time there so I got to count it for my 101. Their brunch is so yummy...I loved how everything was in little bit sized pieces so you could try a lot and not feel like you were wasting food. Can't wait to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264157121062398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SQ4LAsrEaLI/AAAAAAAAANw/GC_sQ9Rr1kw/s320/09240724610_frontdoor_logo.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/541551035008285746-3295107877326403111?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3295107877326403111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=3295107877326403111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3295107877326403111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3295107877326403111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-overdue-birthday-update.html' title='Long overdue birthday update'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SQ4I5HJWnBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s7LKLwVHav4/s72-c/101_0560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-4727050237819450275</id><published>2008-10-23T18:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:55:49.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#64 - Voted today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="picappstyle" align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="remove" href="http://www.picapp.com/PublicSite/ViewDetails.aspx?ImageId=2201274" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="return false;" id="picappimg" height="213" alt="California Citizens Take Part In Early Voting" src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/f/b/9/d/d4.jpg" width="320" onload="try{registerLoadImage(this)}catch(ex){}" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="picappstyle" align="left"&gt;I voted early today. I highly recommend it to those that haven't voted yet. I love that you can vote at any location in your county. This is extremely important to me because my voting location is way out in BFE Southeast Travis County and I never go out that way. So going to the HEB a mile from my office on my lunch break is way more convenient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus to voting early: there weren't any annoying campaign people outside the voting location stalking you as you go in and out of the voting location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 101 goal was to research and make an informed decision on voting for president. This was a lot harder than I expected but I made sure to keep an open mind through the whole process - and even watched 3 out of the 4 debates. When I wasn't sure what to do I finally decided to pick one issue that's important to me and base my decision off that. Right now the most important thing is me keeping my job (ie - getting the economy back in good standing). Communication jobs are often the first to get cut because the ROI is often hard to show. I did detailed research and made my decision off that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after I stressed and stressed about it I realized it doesn't really matter anyway. Afterall, I live in Texas - and thanks to the electorial college - my vote automatically becomes a McCain vote. So why did I waste my time??? (this is rhetorical) Gotta love the national election process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="picappstyle" align="left"&gt;P.S. - Here is the info for &lt;a href="http://www.co.travis.tx.us/county_clerk/election/20081104/early.asp"&gt;Travis County early voting locations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-4727050237819450275?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4727050237819450275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=4727050237819450275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4727050237819450275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4727050237819450275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/10/64-voted-today.html' title='#64 - Voted today'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-5139818403995233917</id><published>2008-10-21T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:05:59.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>I knew this fall would keep me busy and and tired - but still sad I haven't had time to blog. I've missed my blog and now I'm sooooooo far behind on stuff I need to update. I haven't even had time to keep up with all the blogs I follow (which is even more sad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I don't have time to follow blogs as much right now...I still managed to find a new one to follow (how does that happen?). And I want to share the love - because it's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennsylvania.com/"&gt;www.jennsylvania.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow found this book at the library called Bright Lights, Big Ass by Jen Lancaster. I just started the book but so far I'm in love. I can already see she'll become my new obsession. I'll have to read all her books and go back and read her archived blog until I know every damn thing about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on - read the books...read the blog...and become obsessed with me so I have someone to talk to about it and won't be obsessed by myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-5139818403995233917?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5139818403995233917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=5139818403995233917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5139818403995233917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5139818403995233917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-2037432833130428627</id><published>2008-09-29T14:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:12:17.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin is Spaztastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#34 - do something Austin-y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was a unique experience for me - I had the house to myself and nothing on the schedule for the entire weekend. This is so unbelievably rare for me. And even though I planned on camping out on the couch in PJs all weekend eating mac n cheese and ice cream, I found myself itching for something more by Saturday morning. So I called up my friend Monica and we ended up hanging out and knocking some 101 goals off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Four Hands Sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNf05W5VffI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tC6f6CHEA24/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNf05W5VffI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tC6f6CHEA24/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248933156959387122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knew a furniture sale would be so awesome? But it really was. &lt;a href="http://www.fourhands.com/index.html"&gt;Four Hands&lt;/a&gt; is a wholesale furniture company, so they aren't usually open for the public. However, several times a year they have a big warehouse sale and you can buy leftovers for great prices. &lt;a href="http://moniejoy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Monie&lt;/a&gt; went with me to see what all the fuss was that we'd heard about. All I can say is "Damn, wish I was a lottery winner so I could buy everything they had there!" I couldn't believe the awesome prices they had for such quality furniture. It's hard to find solid wood furniture pieces these days - and for the normal price as the crappy furniture - it was amazing. So now that I know what to expect - I hope to have a bank account full and ready for spending when they have their next sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SOE0ULFEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/bGLcSsXHi-Y/s1600-h/101_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SOE0ULFEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/bGLcSsXHi-Y/s320/101_0551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536161666787138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chandelier Monie was drooling over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Saw &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwz8xKI-t24&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Spasmatics&lt;/a&gt; in Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the whole afternoon together, Monie and I just hadn't had enough of each other. So we headed downtown to Cedar St so she could enlighten me to the fabulousness that is the Spasmatics. I've been to many concerts in my day, but I'd have to say that this was my second favorite concert ever (no one will ever beat Willie Nelson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SOE1mHvV1rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vl9sDbkja9Y/s1600-h/101_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SOE1mHvV1rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vl9sDbkja9Y/s320/101_0554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251537569519621810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet my new crush - Geoffrey on the bass (on the left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew nerds could be so popular and cool and have groupies???? You just want to pinch their cheeks. I seriously can't wait to go see them again. It's so brilliant and strange and funky and weird that it has to be considered Austin-y. Wanna see them for yourself? They play at Cedar St every Wednesday night - go check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gravy on the night: they sang my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-T796qVyGA"&gt;favorite song&lt;/a&gt; (please watch the original video&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt; so you can see the grown men in black diapers - gotta love the 80s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SOE0H847F5I/AAAAAAAAALs/KmApSCmVOrA/s1600-h/101_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SOE0H847F5I/AAAAAAAAALs/KmApSCmVOrA/s320/101_0559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251535951699318674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monie and I after a long day of taking in Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-2037432833130428627?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2037432833130428627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=2037432833130428627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2037432833130428627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2037432833130428627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/austin-is-spaztastic.html' title='Austin is Spaztastic!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNf05W5VffI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tC6f6CHEA24/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-3313287577809689836</id><published>2008-09-25T12:27:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:29:36.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is Here...</title><content type='html'>....and so begins the busiest time of my year. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 5 years (since I've been with Chris) I've had to re-fall in love with this season. I've always been a warm bodied person - drinking in the warmth of the sun in the summer. But I loved fall too for various reasons - Aggie football, get to wear long sleeved clothes, not dying of heat when I get in my car, can walk my dog outside, get to make comforting foods like chili, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there were a few years where I just loathed this time of year. Why you ask? Because for some crazy reason I married into a Christmas tree growing family! I don't know how many times I've asked myself over the years, "How come you couldn't marry into a lazy family??? Why do they have to be so productive???" The answer (I now know) is - passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the passion that Chris' parents have for the farm and the Christmas trees and the pumpkins and school kids and the families that come out to visit the farm. And the past couple of years I've grown to feel that passion myself. So now, instead of complaining that I don't have any time to do anything in the fall, I.....oh who am I kidding...I still complain. I'm the queen of complaining! Just ask my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how my weekends play out between now and 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept 27 -&lt;/span&gt; My birthday! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn177/chanhdaiphu/Happy_New_Year_and_Happy_Birthday_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 161px;" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn177/chanhdaiphu/Happy_New_Year_and_Happy_Birthday_M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 4 -&lt;/span&gt; Our 2nd anniversary - weekend up at the lake house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvUJHO5zTI/AAAAAAAAALk/Znc5JN02oDo/s1600-h/ry%253D400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvUJHO5zTI/AAAAAAAAALk/Znc5JN02oDo/s320/ry%253D400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250023043655912754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 11 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/pumpkin.php"&gt;Great Pumpkin Hunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvPdGttalI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_qvFDOhHj78/s1600-h/101_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvPdGttalI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_qvFDOhHj78/s320/101_0542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250017889555933778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 18 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/pumpkin.php"&gt;Great Pumpkin Hunt&lt;/a&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvP3blO39I/AAAAAAAAAKs/gdA63_AIOuQ/s1600-h/PA080067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvP3blO39I/AAAAAAAAAKs/gdA63_AIOuQ/s320/PA080067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250018341834121170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 25 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/pumpkin.php"&gt;Great Pumpkin Hunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvRAkapBnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBuhelBLg7Y/s1600-h/DSC03660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvRAkapBnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBuhelBLg7Y/s320/DSC03660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250019598336067186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov 1 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://moniejoy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Monie's&lt;/a&gt; party/most likely recovering from sinus infection I got while working on the farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvRR79ORnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lN7JSkaLcnc/s1600-h/spaz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvRR79ORnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lN7JSkaLcnc/s320/spaz5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250019896712906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov 8 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wurstfest.com/"&gt;WURSTFEST!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvRb7WNKFI/AAAAAAAAALE/9s-kDgc8bJM/s1600-h/logo2a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvRb7WNKFI/AAAAAAAAALE/9s-kDgc8bJM/s320/logo2a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250020068347947090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov 15 - &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully visiting my adorable nephew in Sugar Land that by now I haven't seen in ages and probably has totally forgotten all about his favorite Auntie Katy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvO32Wi8SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ELjSKWNlTaI/s1600-h/l_1b2ec27b3ea4c79f960b3f67b7c2cde1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvO32Wi8SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ELjSKWNlTaI/s320/l_1b2ec27b3ea4c79f960b3f67b7c2cde1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250017249508651298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov 22 - &lt;/span&gt;Only free weekend (so far it's free but I'm sure it'll get filled with something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w63/Anitacook_13/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 126px;" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w63/Anitacook_13/question-mark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov 29 -&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/trees.php"&gt;weekend up at the farm&lt;/a&gt;/actually get to watch Aggie vs t.u. game this year since it is on Thanksgiving instead of when the farm is open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d90/K_Galway/center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 204px;" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d90/K_Galway/center.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 6 -&lt;/span&gt; VERY busy weekend on &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/trees.php"&gt;the farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvSGTs8StI/AAAAAAAAALM/oZYmSYxfJho/s1600-h/maryann.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvSGTs8StI/AAAAAAAAALM/oZYmSYxfJho/s320/maryann.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250020796440267474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 13 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/trees.php"&gt;Christmas tree farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvSVdCaGPI/AAAAAAAAALU/jiKIIn2NWB4/s1600-h/PB110022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvSVdCaGPI/AAAAAAAAALU/jiKIIn2NWB4/s320/PB110022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250021056644258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 20 - &lt;/span&gt;Still at the &lt;a href="http://evergreen-farms.com/trees.php"&gt;Christmas tree farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvTFL7go7I/AAAAAAAAALc/wwI0HW4c4lU/s1600-h/Fraser+firs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvTFL7go7I/AAAAAAAAALc/wwI0HW4c4lU/s320/Fraser+firs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250021876685644722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 27 - &lt;/span&gt;Probably in Sugar Land celebrating Gavin's first Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r257/daconkiftador/misc/CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 221px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r257/daconkiftador/misc/CC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 3 -&lt;/span&gt; Whew...it's finally 2009! Am I still alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/martinigirl555/HAPPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/martinigirl555/HAPPY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. -&lt;/span&gt; Please come visit me on the farm. It's the only way I get to see my friends and family (besides in laws) this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-3313287577809689836?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3313287577809689836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=3313287577809689836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3313287577809689836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3313287577809689836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is Here...'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNvUJHO5zTI/AAAAAAAAALk/Znc5JN02oDo/s72-c/ry%253D400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-7836525645582502919</id><published>2008-09-22T15:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:00:28.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;It is a VERY rare occasion that I get the house to myself all weekend long. While I'm often out abandoning my husband on weekends to travel to see some friend or family member, he's the type that just wants to stay home. So when he left this past weekend for a seminar down in Corpus - I took FULL advantage of this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my PJs, mac n cheese, bottle of wine and ice cream on hand to help me through the weekend. I plopped myself down on the couch and settled in to catch up on various girly shows on DVR (Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, 90210, etc - yes I still think I'm 17 on the inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made sure to watch as many girly movies as I could while Chris was gone.  Little trick - have you tried the Red Box before? If not, don't be intimidated by it like I was at first. It's easy. Red boxes can be found in places like McDonald's and Wal Mart. They have all sorts of new release DVDs that you can rent for $1 a day. You just swipe your card, pick a movie, watch it and return it to any Red Box location by 9 p.m. the next day. If you keep it longer than that, they just charge you another $1 a day. It's so simple and cheap! So this weekend I rented 2 girly  movies from the Red Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ppssssttt - I also saw Mama Mia! again this weekend but I won't count that towards my 100 movies. Just couldn't stay away from it and all its ABBA glory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Made of Honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgGH_-x-1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vDSPMipX8VQ/s1600-h/madeofhonor_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgGH_-x-1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vDSPMipX8VQ/s320/madeofhonor_galleryteaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248952100203920210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With McDreamy in the movie, it has to be good, right?  Well...it wasn't bad. But let's just say I'm glad I only spent a buck on the movie. I think if the ending hadn't felt so rushed, it might have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What Happens in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgF1b7uEQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZuMCK1qpM_o/s1600-h/2366863088_54f53acd8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgF1b7uEQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZuMCK1qpM_o/s320/2366863088_54f53acd8b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248951781289758978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked this one a lot more...but not like "rush out to buy it on DVD" more. Let's just say I was happy I saw it and it totally fulfilled my need for a cheesy romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a bonus movie this weekend. Wasn't planning on it, but when I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/span&gt; was going to be on AMC Sunday afternoon - I had to make sure I watched it. It's one of those movies you always hear about and know that you aren't cool until you've watched it. I have to admit, I was a little nervous - afraid I wasn't smart enough for the movie. But that was silly - I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgGYBZyVmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XumsapAEvCo/s1600-h/AnnieHall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgGYBZyVmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XumsapAEvCo/s320/AnnieHall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248952375463532130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 reasons why I love Annie Hall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The part where Alvy and Annie are having a conversation and there is subtitles of what they're really thinking - reminded me of the first Wayne's World movie when Wayne and Cassandra have a similar scene. Then I felt silly for remembering that...and comparing one of AFI's 100 Best Movies to Wayne's World...&lt;br /&gt;9. How Alvy grew up in a house under a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;8. Wasn't expecting to see Paul Simon in the movie&lt;br /&gt;7. The fast dialogue&lt;br /&gt;6. The scene where Annie and Alvy are visiting their separate therapists at the same time and both therapists ask if they have enough sex and Alvy responds "hardly ever - maybe three times a week" and Annie responds "constantly - like three times a week!" It was like looking into a mirror. haha&lt;br /&gt;5. That Christopher Walken is creepy - even in a romantic comedy&lt;br /&gt;4. The scene where Alvy is killing the spider the size of a Buick in Annie's bathroom&lt;br /&gt;3.  That I still don't know why Alvy and his agent call each other Max&lt;br /&gt;2. "Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's" - Alvy&lt;br /&gt;And my #1 reason...when Alvy sneezes into the canister of cocaine and it goes all over the place. hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdWu4PxGoFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdWu4PxGoFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-7836525645582502919?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7836525645582502919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=7836525645582502919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/7836525645582502919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/7836525645582502919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/girly-movies.html' title='Girly Movies'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNgGH_-x-1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vDSPMipX8VQ/s72-c/madeofhonor_galleryteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-8296314435158739056</id><published>2008-09-19T10:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:45:22.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Texas</title><content type='html'>All us Texans have to deal with the stereotype that we ride our horses to work everyday. It's so annoying to travel somewhere and someone asks how many horses you own. The answer is zero....unless you talk to my husband, to which he says "I have 345 horses pulling my Hemi Dodge Ram, baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some people have to go and ruin this stereotype for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was taking some back roads home (and by back roads I mean Manor/Springdale instead of HWY 183) to avoid a traffic jam. As I'm driving along this road in the middle of the city I notice something odd on the sidewalk up ahead and almost peed my pants it was so funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only thought was "Why don't I have my camera with me when stuff like this happens???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was...a man...commuting home from work...on his horse...on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe he wasn't really commuting home from work...I don't know him so I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; know. But it was rush hour and he was in a residential/commercial area - not some ranch. So I'm going to make the broad assumption that he was ruining the stereotype for the rest of us because it makes the story better, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny to see though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol Austin, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know what you're going to see when you wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.....I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pee my pants if I ever see this going down the sidewalk:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNPISUHIHtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jqhty2AWn28/s1600-h/horseBubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNPISUHIHtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jqhty2AWn28/s320/horseBubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247758207778561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoto from Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-8296314435158739056?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8296314435158739056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=8296314435158739056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/8296314435158739056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/8296314435158739056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-in-texas.html' title='Only in Texas'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SNPISUHIHtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jqhty2AWn28/s72-c/horseBubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-2645129229448793865</id><published>2008-09-05T12:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:05:37.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#34 - Do Something Austin-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austincityguide.com/content/congress-bridge-bats-austin.asp"&gt;Congress St. Bridge bat&lt;/a&gt; watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SMF0vHS-O0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wjAk81F5kII/s1600-h/CongressBats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SMF0vHS-O0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wjAk81F5kII/s320/CongressBats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242599793997265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Image from online since it's hard to get a good shot with my crappy camera at dusk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done this - you should - now - seriously get in your car and drive to the Congress St. Bridge tonight. It's so much fun and it's FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Chris and I met the rest of the Walterscheidt clan at the Statesman park for a picnic and bat watching. We had Hooter's wings for the picnic and something about Chris' parents going into Hooter's to buy wings just cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the largest urban bat colony in North America, there are up to 1.5 million Mexican free tail bats that fly out of the Congress St. Bridge each night to go find food and eat those pesky mosquitoes (sure could have used a bat nearby when the mosquitoes were biting the heal of my foot this past weekend...ouch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, living in NM for so long I shouldn't be that impressed with bats flying at night. After all, I've seen the Carlsbad Cavern bats before. But there's something about 1.5 million bats living under a bridge that I drive on all the time that is just so cool. Plus, it's right in the middle of town and not out in BFE like Carlsbad is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second time I'd seen the Austin bats and it always amazes me how many people show up to watch this each night. Last time we went on a random Monday night. This time we went on a Thursday night - school night both times. And yet there are tons of people just standing around waiting and taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun and next time I want to stand on the bridge instead of sitting on the sidelines. They seem to fly out of the north side of the bridge, fly over the bridge and head south...so how cool would that be to have them fly over you?  Well, cool until one poops bat guano on your head. Ever smelled bat guano before? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: bring a rain coat just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-2645129229448793865?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2645129229448793865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=2645129229448793865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2645129229448793865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2645129229448793865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/34-do-something-austin-y.html' title='#34 - Do Something Austin-y'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SMF0vHS-O0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wjAk81F5kII/s72-c/CongressBats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-4087417862696612896</id><published>2008-09-05T12:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:37:56.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#38 - try a new restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SMFthRVqKkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhKz3-JXlp8/s1600-h/416179222_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SMFthRVqKkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhKz3-JXlp8/s320/416179222_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591859593325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Chris and I hoped in the truck and headed over to Lowe's to pick up some stuff. After we decided to head to dinner but didn't know where to go - so we started driving. Ended up at &lt;a href="http://www.hillscafe.com/"&gt;Hill's Cafe&lt;/a&gt; on S. Congress. It's one of those places I've always wanted to try since I've heard so much about it but never remember to suggest. So I'm glad we finally were able to stop in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know...Hill's Cafe is owned by KVET morning DJ Bob Cole and is the location for the KVET free summer concert series. I've wanted to go to several of the concerts too but haven't made it yet - hopefully sometime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the place is definitely down home Texas cookin'. At the end of the night I'd have to say I was just "eh" about the food though. Everything seemed to be fried....so I felt guilty eating there. The onion rings get a thumbs up - and I'm hard to please on onion rings. The fried pickles were my favorite part - they were pickle spears so that was unique. The mac n cheese wasn't good at all - which surprised me because usually places like that have amazing home cooked mac n cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my biggest disappointed was with the chicken fried steak. I don't normally eat chicken fried steak (unlike my husband who must order it if it's on the menu). Since it said it was the official chicken fried steak of the Austion Rodeo I thought it would be good. I was mislead - guess I shouldn't have read that to mean it was the best. It tasted more like dog food to me (not that I know what dog food really tastes like). I could barely eat it. It holds no candle to the &lt;a href="http://gristmillrestaurant.com/"&gt;Gristmill's&lt;/a&gt; chicken friend steak...now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is some yumminess! I think I should have gone with the Hill's burger - which does have a "best" title in it....voted best burger in Austin (I think by Statesman former food writer Dale Rice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd go back again...especially to go to one of the concerts...but I won't be twisting any arms to get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-4087417862696612896?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4087417862696612896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=4087417862696612896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4087417862696612896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4087417862696612896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/38-try-new-restaurant.html' title='#38 - try a new restaurant'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SMFthRVqKkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhKz3-JXlp8/s72-c/416179222_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-6560709591075859531</id><published>2008-08-28T12:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:40:55.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'># 2 and # 30 - DONE!</title><content type='html'>#2 - Install a kitchen island&lt;br /&gt;#30 - New lighting in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;DONE and DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I haven't posted about this yet. I'm such a slacker! When we moved into our current house in Feb 07, I wasn't pleased with the layout of the kitchen. There was a lot of wasted space because it  was supposed to be an eat-in kitchen. So I said "I'd love to have a kitchen island in here!" and so began my long long journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved and saved money for it. I researched and tried to just buy one. Didn't see what I was looking for. I tried to get someone to build it for me - timing just wasn't right. So finally Chris and I decided to tackle this sucker on our own. We started building it in Feb 08 (one year after I originally wanted this baby) and didn't have it installed in the kitchen until July 08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some set backs (which I shall not list here because I wouldn't want my husband to have to admit that he actually needed help and that sometimes he should listen to your wife! And then I'd have to admit that I hit the top with my tire and caused a wee bit of damage...oops!) and we had to make some adjustments to the original plan - but in the end it turned out great and was cheaper than I would have paid for a manufactured piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabinet part is a pre-made cabinet from Lowe's. But then Chris added wood all the way around the sides since the pre-made cabinets just have a plywood sides/back. The top was the interesting part. A butcher block (my original idea) was too expensive. Then I saw an antique table that had wood planks as the top and decided that would be a good idea for my top. So we spent a lot of hard work making a top from scratch! On my end, getting all of this to match the cabinets and counter tops that already existed in the kitchen was stressful - but seems to match pretty darn close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the hard work and waiting was well worth it. I love my kitchen island. Sometimes I just sit there and stare at it, knowing that even though it isn't the most perfectly crafted kitchen island - it is perfect for us and was a combined effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbfAr5uqcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KaaADkUwJok/s1600-h/katy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbfAr5uqcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KaaADkUwJok/s320/katy+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239620419370002882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side view with stools and on the other side is a place to hide my trash can under the top. This side will one day have a bookshelf for all my cookbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbhsq03_cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/heUUWXPsvD0/s1600-h/katy+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbhsq03_cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/heUUWXPsvD0/s320/katy+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239623374018706882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can see the window seat Chris recently build for me too. I need to stain it/paint it and put a cushion on the top and then I'll blog about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big fat thanks goes to my fabulous husband for all his hard work and patience (most of the time...), to my dad who saved the day a couple times and to my cousin Alan who helped in the beginning and was an excellent beer drinker during the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the kitchen island wasn't enough...I also got a new light fixture to go over the kitchen island. I knew I would one day get the light fixture - but I had no idea it would be so soon. My parents came in town to help install the kitchen island (it's pretty heavy!) and my dad decided right then and there that he'd also install the light fixture for me. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbfDEZoRKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/psNipHgd-Jo/s1600-h/katy+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbfDEZoRKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/psNipHgd-Jo/s320/katy+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239620460305990818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original light fixture meant for eat-in kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbiAK8cZUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BZT3Nwddohg/s1600-h/katy+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbiAK8cZUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BZT3Nwddohg/s320/katy+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239623709057901890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New light fixture over the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-6560709591075859531?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6560709591075859531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=6560709591075859531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6560709591075859531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6560709591075859531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-and-30-done.html' title='# 2 and # 30 - DONE!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SLbfAr5uqcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KaaADkUwJok/s72-c/katy+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-101877271650082390</id><published>2008-08-22T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:51:29.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#60 -  Step Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SK8KnOiWz9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CuPVBWqZKOE/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SK8KnOiWz9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CuPVBWqZKOE/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237416560688549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I stated before, we were in Iowa visiting our friends Leslie and Mike recently. We were going to go canoing one day - but there were some bad storms so we had to make different plans. Last minute we decided to go see a movie and picked out Step Brother with Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a movie more fun?  ALCOHOL! What are you to do when there is no Alamo Drafthouse in Iowa? Sneak in little flasks of alcohol you bought at the grocery store on your way to the theater, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention we went to a matinee on a Tuesday? That made it even weirder to be drinking. I felt like a teenager sneaking liquor into the theater but it really did make the movie more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movie - I loved the beginning. There are some great lines. However, I felt like towards the end of the movie they just ran out of steam and thought "Hey, let's just find a way to end this." It just didn't quite work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically what I mean is...if you haven't seen it already - just wait until it comes out on DVD and you can rent it from the Red Box for a buck and save yourself some money. And then you don't have to sneak the liquor in either - you can get as drunk as you want in your own living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-101877271650082390?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/101877271650082390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=101877271650082390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/101877271650082390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/101877271650082390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/08/60-step-brothers.html' title='#60 -  Step Brothers'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SK8KnOiWz9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CuPVBWqZKOE/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-5589507803993444064</id><published>2008-08-19T10:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:43:52.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 600 lb Butter Cow</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a 600 lb cow made out of butter? I HAVE! And I have the photos to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnjTYNkdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VddHSQWCqOs/s1600-h/katy+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnjTYNkdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VddHSQWCqOs/s320/katy+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252110454886866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quick (grainy) photo of me in front of the butter cow before some runt kid pushed me out of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While we were in Iowa visiting our friends Leslie and Mike, we went to the Iowa State Fair. The "must see" for me was the butter cow. Things to know about the &lt;a href="http://www.iowastatefair.org/entertainment/buttercow.php"&gt;butter cow&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The butter cow could butter 19,200 slices of toast&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wouldn't want to use that butter on my toast though since they recycle the butter from year to year (ew! part 1)&lt;br /&gt;3.   It would take you 2 lifetimes to consume all that butter&lt;br /&gt;4.  There is a wood, metal, mesh frame so it isn't JUST butter&lt;br /&gt;5. They go into a lot of detail on the cow. (ew! part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrn0AjALdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fVdFH38eqtI/s1600-h/katy+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrn0AjALdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fVdFH38eqtI/s320/katy+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252397457649106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus for the butter cow of 2008: the life size butter Shawn Johnson, US Olympic Gymnast from Des Moines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKroe6dPOiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iXdnhKj_Qlw/s1600-h/d047c293aecef863f5d2d9fcf0f8815b-getty-81973110ps042_olympics_day_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKroe6dPOiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iXdnhKj_Qlw/s320/d047c293aecef863f5d2d9fcf0f8815b-getty-81973110ps042_olympics_day_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253134557231650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the butter (photo from Yahoo! Sports and Getty Images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnqvzq2JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/67pv3qsFhjY/s1600-h/katy+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnqvzq2JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/67pv3qsFhjY/s320/katy+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252238345328786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the butter (with butter balance beam - her premier event)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnvr-Kl9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/f0-8r1NrMS0/s1600-h/katy+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnvr-Kl9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/f0-8r1NrMS0/s320/katy+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252323214956498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the butter flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-5589507803993444064?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5589507803993444064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=5589507803993444064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5589507803993444064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5589507803993444064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/08/600-lb-butter-cow.html' title='The 600 lb Butter Cow'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SKrnjTYNkdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VddHSQWCqOs/s72-c/katy+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-8318504406542512199</id><published>2008-08-08T14:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:21:54.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the lack of updates</title><content type='html'>This summer still continues to be crazy busy for me with lots of twists and turns. I won't go into details now because I don't have time but I'm hopeful it will settle down once &lt;a href="http://www.evergreen-farms.com/"&gt;Christmas tree farm&lt;/a&gt; season starts in October. I don't know if I can handle all this PLUS working on the farm every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now Chris and I are headed on a 16 hour (one way) road trip up to Iowa to visit our good friends Leslie and Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SJycZm95MTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zWDVvNiNSlw/s1600-h/269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SJycZm95MTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zWDVvNiNSlw/s320/269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232228830868484402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris and I with Leslie and Mike at their wedding just over a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll also attend our first National Christmas Tree Meeting in Des Moines, IA (the initial reason we're going up there - but don't tell Leslie!). Yup folks, my summer vacation includes going and meeting with a bunch of Christmas tree farmers!  Whoda thought???  But I'm really excited about it. Bonus is that we're stopping in Jeff City, MO on our way back to visit Chris' Aunt Mary Ann - and that woman sure can cook!  My tummy can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have major updates (like I finished my kitchen island!!!!) but no time to organize the photos and post about that long process.  Just sit pretty and hopefully I'll get to it when we come back from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - Pray that our crAaZy dog doesn't make my parents go insane. They're angels for watching the hellion. It'll be a miracle if he doesn't kill our 22 year old family cat this week with his antics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-8318504406542512199?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8318504406542512199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=8318504406542512199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/8318504406542512199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/8318504406542512199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title='Sorry for the lack of updates'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SJycZm95MTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zWDVvNiNSlw/s72-c/269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-1950355843356381135</id><published>2008-07-28T08:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:08:10.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#60 -  Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>I have a confession...I love musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently realized it though. It's not something I go around saying but I realized that some of my favorite movies are musicals. I feel bad for Chris that I must subject him to this type of very girly material but I guess that's what he gets for making me watch James Bond movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: Across the Universe - favorite movie of all time (well besides Steel Magnolias...). Chicago, Sound of Music, The Wizard of Oz (which was on TV last night), Hairspray (the original), Grease, West Side Story, Moulin Rouge, High School Musical 1 &amp;amp; 2 (yes you can start making fun of me now) to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SI3Msb9lboI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XiwGaM7HFOE/s1600-h/mammamia_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SI3Msb9lboI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XiwGaM7HFOE/s320/mammamia_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059806239387266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...add Mama Mia! to the list of musicals I love. It started out slow for me - I didn't like the beginning but it quickly got better and better (especially the closing credits - oh my!). The movie doesn't surpass Across the Universe but it was still really good and I'll definitely buy it when it comes out on DVD. Plus, how can you go wrong with ABBA songs anyway??? I had a hard time not just standing up in the theater and dancing around and singing "&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line. Honey I'm still free...take a chance on me..." - but the grandma next to me probably wouldn't have appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wasn't expecting a movie theater full of senior citizens. Seriously. And thanks to Desma and Noaillese for going with me (my husband thanks you too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - Dear James Bond (aka Pierce Brosnan), seeing you sing in a musical is just weird.  Please stick to your day job - drinking martinis - shaken, not stirred.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. - Dear Mark Darcy (aka Colin Firth/Mr. Darcy), you are still hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-1950355843356381135?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1950355843356381135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=1950355843356381135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/1950355843356381135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/1950355843356381135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/07/60-mama-mia.html' title='#60 -  Mama Mia!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SI3Msb9lboI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XiwGaM7HFOE/s72-c/mammamia_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-4491691779523292927</id><published>2008-07-28T08:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:33:59.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Related to #93</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a little kid my mom has always said to me "Katy, be positive!" That's because I am the queen of complaining. And it's not that I'm always upset or in a terrible mood - I just love to talk and talking about bad things is usually easier. Funny part about the "be positive" comment is that later in life I found out that my blood type was....B+! Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...while I haven't started the #93 goal (only positive comments), last week I came to the reality of how important this goal is. Last year I just happened to be at home watching Oprah when Randy Pausch was on and gave his "last lecture." Last week &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/obit_pausch;_ylt=ArEv6p2g7ltWZyf811A5JtL3SpZ4"&gt;he passed away from cancer&lt;/a&gt; - leaving behind a wife and three young children. But he wasn't mad about his situation - he lived his life as best as he could for the time he had left. And he just wanted to make sure his kids had something to remember him by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my point is that even before I start #93, I still need to practice the positive thoughts and remember that things could be so much worse and the stupid complaining isn't really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Oprah version I originally saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BODHsU3hDo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BODHsU3hDo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-4491691779523292927?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4491691779523292927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=4491691779523292927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4491691779523292927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4491691779523292927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/07/related-to-93.html' title='Related to #93'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-1614955769366390425</id><published>2008-07-21T10:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:55:55.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest nephew E-V-E-R!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuriAun5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9skjcfHiL9s/s1600-h/l_82541b35858151eecb8644c3dd64789a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuriAun5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9skjcfHiL9s/s320/l_82541b35858151eecb8644c3dd64789a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225493530544086930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Lord, please don't let him lose those beautiful big blue eyes. Thanks. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome nephew, Gavin, turned 6 months old. We went to visit this past weekend to celebrate with him. He's so much more fun now that he's sitting up and playing more. He's sooooo close to being able to turn over. He already has two teeth and weighs 20 lbs! His fat rolls are freakin adorable (much more adorable on a baby than on me, I might add...). And I just LOVE when he smiles and giggles and drools and sleeps and cries and cuddles with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister-in-law asked me to be Gavin's godmother this weekend and I was so honored. I can't wait for him to get baptized and be there for him as he grows up and closer to God. It really is a huge honor for me and I got a lil teary-eyed when they asked (and I swear that wasn't just because it was 1 a.m. and I was tired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent photos of him and his adorable face and beautiful blue eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuF9JcUkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i2kNuthyuJk/s1600-h/l_1b2ec27b3ea4c79f960b3f67b7c2cde1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuF9JcUkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i2kNuthyuJk/s320/l_1b2ec27b3ea4c79f960b3f67b7c2cde1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225492884993364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this photo because it proves that we're related - he has the "Katy face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuLneGmiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i8JvivMEXzo/s1600-h/l_03d412c9cfdfdf07bdbcb0768e9413b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuLneGmiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i8JvivMEXzo/s320/l_03d412c9cfdfdf07bdbcb0768e9413b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225492982253656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the 4th of July Gavin got to play on his daddy's catamaran (on land of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISxY6cxleI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VlGcz5bK2Mo/s1600-h/l_ee38c9f5c83b7d28bae26f301ab6cb20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISxY6cxleI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VlGcz5bK2Mo/s320/l_ee38c9f5c83b7d28bae26f301ab6cb20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496509221541346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my gosh - there is a big bear behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISwr99XYRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IFe04e96OKI/s1600-h/l_720913263e23fed363b36c0826400897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISwr99XYRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IFe04e96OKI/s320/l_720913263e23fed363b36c0826400897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495737069429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making Gavin laugh (p.s. - I don't normally crop people out of photos but my cousin LB was not looking like her normal hot self so I did her a favor by cropping her out. I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISxGnqW2EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BgL_LaJPNvw/s1600-h/l_6d9748b8ba137a45c67198666d051a2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISxGnqW2EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BgL_LaJPNvw/s320/l_6d9748b8ba137a45c67198666d051a2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496194940590146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Um guys...where did you go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-1614955769366390425?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1614955769366390425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=1614955769366390425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/1614955769366390425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/1614955769366390425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/07/cutest-nephew-e-v-e-r.html' title='Cutest nephew E-V-E-R!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SISuriAun5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9skjcfHiL9s/s72-c/l_82541b35858151eecb8644c3dd64789a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-5492504612527710741</id><published>2008-07-14T11:15:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:17:00.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#41 - Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>"Are we there yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a random road trip earlier this month. It was random because it wasn't really planned. Which is so unlike me in these situations. I had to pat myself on the back for letting it just go how it would go. I had thought about the trip a couple months ago when my friend Amanda said she'd be back from China (where she's teaching English for 3 years). She'd be in home for a couple weeks in Albuquerque. I honestly hadn't put much thought into it since then thanks to my damn busy life. Well the week before the supposed trip I said "screw it!" and decided to go. So I packed up my car and drove to Albuquerque by myself for the first time in 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE: this wasn't a tourist road trip so I have random photos of the trip - not your usual touristy stuff. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think I'm crazy for driving 11 1/2 hours by myself but that's how I roll....my family has done that drive for 20 years now and so I know it like the back of my hand (not that there's much to really know in the middle of BFE west Texas...but still!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out there I stopped in El Paso to hang out with Celia. We ate, talked, ate some more (the quiche was just that good), watched SATC and ate some cookies. Thank goodness she had Wii Fit for me to pretend like I exercised for a good 30 minutes to get rid of all those cookie calories. And thank goodness again that she let me use her Wii Mii so I didn't have to weigh myself to play the games. I think if I'd had to weigh myself I would have just turned the game off and ate another cookie...or quiche...or both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later I headed to Albuquerque where I got to hang out with my best friend since childhood, Joni. I would have to say it's the best quality time we've spent together since I moved away 9 years ago. I can't describe why or give examples of how - it just was a feeling I had. We spent most of our time shopping, driving around town, doing a drive by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(viewing not shooting...sometimes you have to clarify these things in ABQ) &lt;/span&gt;of our old cul-de-sac where Joni and I had many great memories, remembering how stupid we were in high school, playing trivia at the bar, babysitting her adorable nephew (who - by the way - is exactly one month older than my nephew),  buying green chile to take home, sitting around talking about life and of course drinking beer (and martinis and bloody marry shots)! It was so nice and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEA8fEiR4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cspZDS2zSbs/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEA8fEiR4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cspZDS2zSbs/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224458081859159938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joni's adorable nephew at ~6 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week I got to eat at some of my favorite restaurants. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SID8VHMF6VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GWhBenbX4_4/s1600-h/Gardunos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SID8VHMF6VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GWhBenbX4_4/s320/Gardunos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224453007386995026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SID8uKwF6CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5mdVAi-gpxg/s1600-h/LocationsHeader2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 71px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SID8uKwF6CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5mdVAi-gpxg/s320/LocationsHeader2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224453437840025634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SID_vWeiQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/SkIZQD5IBSE/s1600-h/dions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SID_vWeiQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/SkIZQD5IBSE/s320/dions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224456756702364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A bonus to eating at Dion's was that I got to do it with Coeli and Kristen (two fabulous friends from high school). We had so much fun just sitting there talking and scarfing down the best greek salad and pineapple pizza that you can buy. Sorry I didn't get a photo of them. And even more sorry that I only bought one slice of pineapple pizza instead of the whole damn pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite day of the trip though was when I got together with my girl scout girls (I call them that because the four of us were a girl scout troop for many years back in the day) and headed to the mountains. Oh how I miss the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEE4uH8gUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_CwwLx2YHUE/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEE4uH8gUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_CwwLx2YHUE/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224462415227027778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clockwise from the top left: me, Ruth, Kathy and Amanda (aka - the girl scout girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confession time: There is this row of pine trees on the Christmas tree farm. Sometimes I stand in the middle of the trees and close my mind and imagine that I'm back in the mountains. The smell of the pines, the sound of the wind blowing through them - it's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, back to the day trip to the mountains...on our way out of town we heard on the radio that they were giving away from ice cream - so of course we stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEGThzDDGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Skx6Jvhx7P0/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEGThzDDGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Skx6Jvhx7P0/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224463975286246498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Scout girls (plus Emily - second from right) eating free ice cream at 10 a.m. Please don't judge me for having an empty ice cream dish sitting there while everyone else is still chowing down...the ice cream was good, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we drove to camp - Rancho del Chaparral - where I spent years and years of my childhood, teens and young adult life. I love that place. It was amazing how little had changed in the 7 years since I'd been there - but it was so comforting. I did several happy dances/jigs. I was just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; happy (and dorky). The best part about the mountains (to me) in the summer is the awesome storms that the monsoon season brings. And how sad is it that I had to drive to the effin desert to see rain??? It was greener in the desert than it is in Central Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mountains we drove through a hail storm for a good 15 minutes, had awesome lightning/thunder and then later in the day saw a great view of mammatus clouds (some of my favorite clouds ever that I rarely get to see in Texas). It's moments like this that it's hard being a weather geek because you can't really explain the way your stomach turns when you see such fun weather happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEFQzxRWxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O4kIsmXQJYE/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEFQzxRWxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O4kIsmXQJYE/s320/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224462829059398418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love random mountain hail storms (but only when we aren't driving in my car...however, no cars were damaged in the making of this exciting moment).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEBaF0PI1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/KParykuFUt0/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEBaF0PI1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/KParykuFUt0/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224458590475985746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When asked why I loved mammatus clouds so much I replied "DUH...because they mean 'DANGER! Watch yourself!'" (said to the tune of the Mystikal song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at camp we pulled a classic camp prank, saw the new (to me) art building, walked around the camp sites, visited the new burros (or as Amanda calls them "burritos") and did more happy dances. The only sad part was that it was pretty empty since it was the day before the 4th of July. Oh well....hopefully I'll get to go back again next summer and not wait another 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEC_dMnnrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c0eAXC_Lf4w/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEC_dMnnrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c0eAXC_Lf4w/s320/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224460331919056562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three of the new "burritos" and a random horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIED3pQHUKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RKxn8QAIKDs/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIED3pQHUKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RKxn8QAIKDs/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224461297227616418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't the heart on that ass' ass adorable??? To clarify...I meant the burro...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Ruth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we left camp we drove the long way home, through the Jemez mountains, past Bandelier, into Los Alamos and through Santa Fe (where we had dinner) down to Albuquerque. As we were driving we came upon a national preserve. I screamed "STOP THE CAR! I have to visit this preserve so I can add it to my 101 blog" to which they all said "Katy are you on crack again? What are you talking about?" to which I had to explain this silly lil blog to which they gave me funny looks, laughed but at least stopped the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#50 - visit 5 state/national parks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much there - but I did read the sign and took a picture of me there to prove I went. National preserve is close enough to a park for me! So I was happy for the random 101 goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIECjwvBzDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WeKHaNbDh_4/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIECjwvBzDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WeKHaNbDh_4/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224459856127314994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yippee for random 101 goal marked off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIECMlNt5mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dZG5ExvNjiY/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIECMlNt5mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dZG5ExvNjiY/s320/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224459457897817698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proof that I was at the national preserve (and proof that I'm a TOTAL dork - like we needed any more proof on that...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the 4th of July. I headed over to Kathy's house for a BBQ and some fireworks. It was like a blast from the past getting to see so many people I hadn't seen in at least 5 years. Made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home on Saturday - all the way - 11 1/2 hours straight - by myself. It's amazing how fast the time really does go. The first hour is always the worst and then before you know it you're home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#97 - Update my MP3 Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is THANK GOODNESS FOR MY MP3 PLAYER!  yup - cross #97 off the list. Thanks to my wonderful husband, my mp3 player was organized and updated with new songs before the trip so I was able to listen to it during my long drive in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing - it was a great trip. I really really missed my husband and animals while I was gone though (my husband just a lil more than the animals...). The week brought back a lot of great memories and I hope that one day I can take Chris there during the Balloon Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-5492504612527710741?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5492504612527710741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=5492504612527710741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5492504612527710741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5492504612527710741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/07/41-road-trip.html' title='#41 - Road Trip!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SIEA8fEiR4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cspZDS2zSbs/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-4066917419348463854</id><published>2008-07-14T10:02:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:01:54.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Major updates</title><content type='html'>I've been bad about updating this blog because our computer was running sooooooo slow. But this weekend we (my wonderful dad) installed more memory and now it runs like a champ. So all the photos I've been saving up to work with are now easily accessible and don't make me want to shoot my brains out whenever I have to even open a photo to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some long over due updates and then I'll do some more recent updates on their own posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11 - Have fresh flowers in the house each month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did miss a month of no fresh flowers (crazy month of June) and I also missed taking photos of some pretty roses (April) I had in the house but here are two photos of some of the beautiful fresh flowers I've had in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunflowers in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtvh86pFeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvOtBG9vxkM/s1600-h/211+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtvh86pFeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvOtBG9vxkM/s320/211+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222890821944677858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtwAZTDU_I/AAAAAAAAADE/mg5CkPI2wxI/s1600-h/212+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtwAZTDU_I/AAAAAAAAADE/mg5CkPI2wxI/s320/212+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222891344959329266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hydrangeas in July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtt-PHZLGI/AAAAAAAAACk/5MoNqMf0U-g/s1600-h/297+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtt-PHZLGI/AAAAAAAAACk/5MoNqMf0U-g/s320/297+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222889108843080802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtwdZ4FZwI/AAAAAAAAADM/6P0Q-OnugBU/s1600-h/296+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtwdZ4FZwI/AAAAAAAAADM/6P0Q-OnugBU/s320/296+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222891843330860802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tips: &lt;/span&gt;HEB has amazing flowers for great prices - plus a 7 day guarantee! Tell your husbands!!! Once mine found out he didn't have to spend $50+ on flowers, I started getting them a lot more often.  And if you haven't been to the new HEB in Westlake - I highly recommend it. Besides all the other fabulous departments, their flower section is awesome. They carry so much more than the typical roses and carnations mixed bouquet. It's great. And some of the flowers (if not all of them - I don't know) come from a grower outside Blanco called &lt;a href="http://www.texascolor.com/index.html"&gt;Texas Specialty Cut Flowers&lt;/a&gt; - so you're supporting a Central Texas business as well. Did I mention how great it was???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#36 - Go to a Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in April Chris and I went with our friend Erika to the &lt;a href="http://www.lonestarjam.com/"&gt;Lone Star State Jam&lt;/a&gt; in Waterloo Park (downtown Austin). The all-day concert included the majority of my favorite Texas Country singers like Kevin Fowler, Cross Canadian Ragweed, Roger Creager, Cory Morrow, Eli Young Band, Bleu Edmondson and more! Not only was the music great (Creager was my favorite of the day) but it was amazing people watching. It brought me back to the good old days of Chilifest in college where we'd get wasted and watch these same bands....only this time I was sober and hot and annoyed by the drunk college kids getting into my space and sitting on my blanket. :) Sometimes it sucks being the old fuddy duddy (as my mom would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roger Creager (see the drummer there on the left - he went to high school with Chris!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHt0nw_wDEI/AAAAAAAAADU/yUxLsdL5LJM/s1600-h/creager+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHt0nw_wDEI/AAAAAAAAADU/yUxLsdL5LJM/s320/creager+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222896419382234178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika with Kevin Fowler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHt0rYooRZI/AAAAAAAAADc/JdpdedCBsAM/s1600-h/fowler+smalljpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHt0rYooRZI/AAAAAAAAADc/JdpdedCBsAM/s320/fowler+smalljpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222896481562281362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#60 - watch 101 movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get rolling on this one, don't I??? I've watched plenty of movies, I just don't think Lifetime movies should count for this, do you?  :) So I'm going to only include major released movies - which means I really need to get watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however go to the actual movie theater to watch a real movie recently (can you tell I rarely make it to the movie theater). I, along with the majority of women in America, went to see the Sex and the City Movie. sweetness! I loved it. I wasn't able to watch it for several weeks because of my busy schedule so once I had time I had a hard time finding someone to go with that #1. wanted to see it and #2 hadn't already seen it. Luckily my dear friend Celia fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHt4N2XdqCI/AAAAAAAAADk/Do3GsEpYMrc/s1600-h/SATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHt4N2XdqCI/AAAAAAAAADk/Do3GsEpYMrc/s320/SATC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222900372193781794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the experience was the couple that brought their two kids (one an infant the other about 3 years old) to see this rated R movie. Note to parents: if the word SEX is in the title of the movie - it's probably not kid friendly!  Get a clue here people! I was really annoyed by the kids being there since they were sitting behind us and not quiet - until there was a sex scene on the big screen and I looked over at the 3 year old walking up and down the stairs and I see her holding her hands over her face, covering her eyes. I had to laugh - it was cute. And thank goodness the baby started crying soon after that (can you blame him?) and the family left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-4066917419348463854?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4066917419348463854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=4066917419348463854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4066917419348463854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4066917419348463854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/07/major-updates.html' title='Major updates'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SHtvh86pFeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvOtBG9vxkM/s72-c/211+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-3624474040576648615</id><published>2008-06-23T14:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:07:29.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mighty Fine Burger Shakes</title><content type='html'>I wrote last month about the a-mazing shakes at Mighty Fine Burgers (MFB). I never ordered shakes before that fateful day at Might Fine Burgers and now am here to report that I'm addicted. I'm addicted to seeing if chocolate shakes around town are any good. My ever-growing Montana-sized ass now hates MFB for introducing this new love of dairy goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't made it back to MFB (thanks to month from hell) but have had an opportunity to sample chocolate shakes at other food establishments and am here to report that none of them hold a candle to the MFB chocolate shake (please don't judge me for the amount of eating out I've apparently done in the past month - remember - just finished a month from hell...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's new shake - crap compared (too powdery)&lt;br /&gt;Whataburger - eh&lt;br /&gt;Sonic - also too powdery for my taste - have decided I just don't like their ice cream either&lt;br /&gt;Steak n Shake - it's in the name so it must be good (which it was) but still not AS good as MFB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why I can't stop myself from getting chocolate shakes when it seems that I'm just disappointed each time. When will I learn to stop wasting these calories and give up on finding a shake that is as good as MFB only closer to my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've concluded that it isn't really MFBs fault....I now blame Blue Bell!!!!!  How dare Blue Bell make such fabulous ice cream that MFB is forced to use in their shakes. I must now head to Rudy's BBQ (owned by same people as MFB) to see if their shakes are worth my time.  Maybe I need to limit my search to only places that use real ice cream in their shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you can just help me find a way to cure this craving for chocolate shakes before my ass is as big as Texas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-3624474040576648615?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3624474040576648615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=3624474040576648615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3624474040576648615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3624474040576648615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-on-mighty-fine-burger-shakes.html' title='Update on Mighty Fine Burger Shakes'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-3245120036807237349</id><published>2008-06-23T14:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:09:27.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#47 - Spend a weekend at the lake house with just Chris</title><content type='html'>My month from hell included: working long days, stressful deadlines, chris having hernia surgery, staying with him in the hospital for 4 days, working long days, having to do everything around the house since he is in recovery, dealing with a big conference, having to play  nurse to Chris (which he of course liked), working 13 hours on my feet, taking time out of work to take Chris to appointments, an emergency vet visit that cost us $320 and more! Don't you think I deserved a nice relaxing weekend? Yeah - me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I headed up to the lake house this past Friday for a long weekend of doing nothing. It is his family's lake house on Lake LBJ - only an hour from our house. This was our very first time at the lake house for the whole weekend by ourselves. We love to go up there but every time we do - his family is there, or my family is there or our friends are there. And while I truly do love sharing the lake house with everyone - it was sooooo nice to finally have our first weekend where we were the only ones staying there (and don't tell my mother-in-law but I even left the dirty dishes in the sink for a day!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Finn's first time at the lake house and he loved it - sniffing (and occasionally eating) deer poop, barking at the ducks, finding Heidi and Fritz's toys (in law's dogs), running like crazy and sleeping in the shade. In fact he loved it so much he refused to get in the truck when it was time to leave on Sunday. He ran back down to the lake and wouldn't come up to the house (3 acres is a lot of room for a dog to play "you can't catch me"). I finally tricked him into thinking he could go in the house and BAM grabbed him and put him in the truck.  He was definitely sad to say good bye to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I have some fabulous photos to show you but in all honesty, I was too busy laying in the hammock drinking mojitos. :)  So next time I'll get those photos. Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-3245120036807237349?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3245120036807237349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=3245120036807237349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3245120036807237349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3245120036807237349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/06/47-spend-weekend-at-lake-house-with.html' title='#47 - Spend a weekend at the lake house with just Chris'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-3645640252275644051</id><published>2008-05-21T10:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:57:45.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#38 - Mighty Fine Burgers</title><content type='html'>I soooo was not in the mood to cook dinner last Friday so I emailed Chris and said "let's have a dinner date!" I imagined some romantic dinner and how I would be able to cross off a dinner date on my 101 list...and then I got this god-awful craving for red meat.  This rarely happens - usually once a month when my body is begging for some iron (if you catch my drift).  And this is where the weirdo in me kicks in and Texans start looking at me in horror - I don't normally like red meat and I really don't like steak.  The texture gives me the ibbity gibbities.  So when I crave red meat, the idea of a romantic dinner at a steakhouse is not what my body wants - it wants ground beef - usually a big fat burger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I remembered all the buzz I'd heard about a new burger place in town - Mighty Fine Burgers. The owners of Rudy's Country Store and BBQ (...now drooling thinking about smoked turkey and BBQ sauce...) opened this burger joint so it had to be good, right? Romantic dinner was out - new juicy burger was in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a much-longer-than-anticipated stop at Fry's electronics (where we were supposed to be looking at SLR cameras for ME but ended up spending $150 on CHRIS), we walked into Mighty Fine Burgers with a mighty fine appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up to the counter and the guy asked how I was. Being the polite person I am, I said "good and how are you?" His response "mighty fine!"....should have known... I order: jr. cheeseburger with nothing but jalapenos (trying to be good with the calories) , fries and a chocolate milkshake (totally blowing the "trying to be good with calories" thing). Why did I order a milkshake?  I never order those - I know they're full of evil calories that I won't be able to walk off after dinner because I'll be too full and tired. What was I thinking?  I wasn't apparently...I was just acting on gut instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SDRGNKVkAVI/AAAAAAAAACc/KGiQpqEM220/s1600-h/inthenews_burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SDRGNKVkAVI/AAAAAAAAACc/KGiQpqEM220/s320/inthenews_burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202860661446803794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo from Statesman.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for our order to be up we sat down at the picnic style tables next to some random guy watching the basketball game on TV and had our nice romantic dinner date.  The results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is a burger connoisseur &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;- he scarfed his food down.  Must have liked it! I had to agree - the food was pretty good.  Not the BEST burger I've ever had but the joint never claimed to be the best - just being mighty fine.  And they were mighty fine.  If I had to pick a least favorite part it would have to be the fries. The problem was that I'd heard all this talk about how they'd bought this fancy schmancy crinkle cut fries machine that was supposed to make super fries or something darn near close. They were a little too limp for me. Still tasty but not my favorite. Bad batch maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wait....this experience isn't over - I wouldn't end on a bad note. I haven't told you the best part - that chocolate milkshake that I never should have ordered. See, this milkshake is pure evil.  It cast a spell on me to the likes I've never known (except that Spicy Pickle gobbler panini and the River Pub mango mojitos, but that's besides the point). It was so creamy and cold and full of yummy Blue Bell ice cream - I only wish it had been bigger because I scarfed it down way too fast...which only resulted in a massive brain freeze, by the way...ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have put some secret ingredient in the shake to make my brain demand a second helping (my bulging belly ultimately made me resist). Or maybe there is no evil secret ingredient but just my pure, unhealthy love of ice cream. Either way, I'm sitting here now trying to convince myself that I don't need to drive the 15 minutes over to Mighty Fine Burgers just to get another round of yumminess.  Must resist! Pants too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will we be back?  Oh yes...but not soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-3645640252275644051?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3645640252275644051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=3645640252275644051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3645640252275644051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3645640252275644051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/05/38-mighty-fine-burgers.html' title='#38 - Mighty Fine Burgers'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SDRGNKVkAVI/AAAAAAAAACc/KGiQpqEM220/s72-c/inthenews_burger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-5971194669085226735</id><published>2008-05-01T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:57:02.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#69 - Done!</title><content type='html'>I'd gotten in the bad habit of being 10-15 minutes late to work every day.  When you have to be at work at 7:30 a.m. and you live so damn far away from work, it's hard to find the motivation to get to work on time.  However, ever since we've had Finn (the puppy) I've been to work (if not early) every day!  I get up earlier so I can play with him before he has to go in his kennel for the whole day, so I actually get out of the door on time.  It's a miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-5971194669085226735?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5971194669085226735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=5971194669085226735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5971194669085226735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/5971194669085226735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/05/69-done.html' title='#69 - Done!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-1796471653254810146</id><published>2008-05-01T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:52:16.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#59 - read a non chick lit book!</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite Austin girls started a book club.  This is great because it's getting me to read more and making me read books I wouldn't have thought to pick.  Tonight we have a book club meeting on this book - which I finished the other night.  It was pretty good. I was worried it was going to be too much of a time piece book (which I don't normally like) but it did a good job of feeling modern while staying true to the biblical times (except the part where she talks about guys that hump the sheep!  eek!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm8kbCFNmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z8r9vUd73u4/s1600-h/ta200212-19-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm8kbCFNmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z8r9vUd73u4/s320/ta200212-19-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195390979066377826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis from Amazon.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The red tent is the place where women gathered during their cycles of birthing, menses, and even illness. Like the conversations and mysteries held within this feminine tent, this sweeping piece of fiction offers an insider's look at the daily life of a biblical sorority of mothers and wives and their one and only daughter, Dinah. Told in the voice of Jacob's daughter Dinah (who only received a glimpse of recognition in the Book of Genesis), we are privy to the fascinating feminine characters who bled within the red tent. In a confiding and poetic voice, Dinah whispers stories of her four mothers, Rachel, Leah, Zilpah, and Bilhah--all wives to Jacob, and each one embodying unique feminine traits. As she reveals these sensual and emotionally charged stories we learn of birthing miracles, slaves, artisans, household gods, and sisterhood secrets. Eventually Dinah delves into her own saga of betrayals, grief, and a call to midwifery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-1796471653254810146?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1796471653254810146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=1796471653254810146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/1796471653254810146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/1796471653254810146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/05/59-read-non-chick-lit-book.html' title='#59 - read a non chick lit book!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm8kbCFNmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z8r9vUd73u4/s72-c/ta200212-19-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-6121987524038261381</id><published>2008-05-01T07:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:44:09.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#52 - sort of done</title><content type='html'>A couple weekends ago we were in Houston for our friend Celia's wedding.  So on Sunday we stopped by Sugar Land to hang out with the cutest nephew ever - Gavin (who is now 3 1/2 months old).  While I love babies - I haven't been around them much in my life and so being with Gavin gives me a chance to become comfortable with taking care of babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals is to baby sit him by myself.  I sort of did that that weekend.  Shannon and Laura had to go run a quick errand that day so Chris and I watched him for about 20 minutes.  I don't want to count that as my #52 really being done though since I just had to sit there and play with him - but it is a big step forward in completing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some new photos of Gavin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In his favorite bouncy chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm6JLCFNkI/AAAAAAAAACE/BVt5HXbcAIo/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm6JLCFNkI/AAAAAAAAACE/BVt5HXbcAIo/s320/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195388311891686978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging with his daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm6pbCFNlI/AAAAAAAAACM/tAdywRW9hu4/s1600-h/47b8da01b3127cceb7e288100d7000000016102CcuWbhoxYk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm6pbCFNlI/AAAAAAAAACM/tAdywRW9hu4/s320/47b8da01b3127cceb7e288100d7000000016102CcuWbhoxYk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195388865942468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-6121987524038261381?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6121987524038261381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=6121987524038261381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6121987524038261381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6121987524038261381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/05/52-sort-of-done.html' title='#52 - sort of done'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SBm6JLCFNkI/AAAAAAAAACE/BVt5HXbcAIo/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-7091063622023818481</id><published>2008-04-15T19:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:41:13.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#92 Done!</title><content type='html'>For a long time now we've wanted a dog, but knew that we weren't ready because of our busy schedule. The past year we've really settled down and felt like it was time to welcome a puppy into our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you to meet Finn. He is a 4 1/2 month old collie mix that we adopted from True Blue Rescue in Brenham, Texas. He was a part of a litter of 10 puppies that were left on the side of a highway in boxes!!! Luckily, a good samaritan picked them up and rescued them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189649336716502850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SAVWk2fUJ0I/AAAAAAAAABs/uR1_nWbJZ3E/s320/101_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing great with his new family. I'm so grateful that he's now learned to sleep through the night (mostly nights...) because the first week or so was killer on us and made us realize that we still aren't ready for kids. He's lucky he's so cute - I mean - look at that tail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189650419048261474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SAVXj2fUJ2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/_0YrEkSfTzk/s320/101_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is scared to death of our oldest cat. She chases him around the house and he cries and whimpers. I can't wait for the day that he realizes he's bigger than her. The other cats are doing better though - and Lola (the youngest) even cuddles with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've taken him to the farm and he loves it there. He gets to run around to his heart's content (and then some as he learned on Saturday) and plays with Heidi and Fritz. He learned to bark when he met the donkey and goats for the first time and I think it scared him that he could make that noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189650015321335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SAVXMWfUJ1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/k3P8wyWjAtg/s320/101_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to take a ride in the fire truck (yes, Chris' parents have their own real fire truck)...and he was fine until the alarm went off - he wasn't a fan of that. Chris said he wanted to jump out the window. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189646858520373042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SAVUUmfUJzI/AAAAAAAAABk/dg-1HMovQYY/s320/101_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update photos of him as time goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-7091063622023818481?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7091063622023818481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=7091063622023818481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/7091063622023818481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/7091063622023818481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/04/92-done.html' title='#92 Done!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/SAVWk2fUJ0I/AAAAAAAAABs/uR1_nWbJZ3E/s72-c/101_0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-6366573667026478060</id><published>2008-04-15T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:54:14.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#19 Done!</title><content type='html'>We've been thinking about getting a new tree for our backyard ever since we moved in last year. Since spring is the best time to plant, we finally went and picked out a tree. To make sure we got the best tree possible we brought along Chris' dad - retired forestry professor from A&amp;amp;M (so he knows what he's talking about!). My brother said it was liking shoot off a bazooka when all you needed was a beebee gun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked out an oak from The Great Outdoors on S. Congress here in Austin and it was only $100!!! What a steal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris digging the hole (luckily the ground was wet so it made it nice and easy - so easy he didn't even need my help!  haha):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d90/K_Galway/101_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the beatiful new addition to the backyard:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d90/K_Galway/101_0203-1.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/541551035008285746-6366573667026478060?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6366573667026478060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=6366573667026478060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6366573667026478060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6366573667026478060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/04/19-done.html' title='#19 Done!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-4156514370232304478</id><published>2008-04-15T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:45:39.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#18 Done!</title><content type='html'>The patio is finished and looks great. We love hanging out in the backyard now. Chris' parents also bought us an umbrella for our table! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowded BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d90/K_Galway/101_0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And spacious AFTER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d90/K_Galway/101_0201.jpg" border="0" /&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/541551035008285746-4156514370232304478?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4156514370232304478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=4156514370232304478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4156514370232304478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/4156514370232304478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-done.html' title='#18 Done!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-3808305968139852201</id><published>2008-03-25T20:07:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:37:44.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>We have made a few green changes in our household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Recycling - We have started recycling more. Before we would sorta use th&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mmtdIkrHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oBuWTh9pCK4/s1600-h/recycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181856146111376498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mmtdIkrHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oBuWTh9pCK4/s320/recycle.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e recycling bin when it was convenient. But now we're really using it. I realized that when this past weekend we were up at the lake house and I saved all the beer cans/bottles from the weekend to bring back to the house and the recycle bin. Plus our bin is full almost every week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.reusablebags.com/"&gt;Reusable Bags&lt;/a&gt; - We got some reusable bags as a gift (the ones shown here). They aren't the prettiest bags, but man can they hold a lot! Today I used my reusable grocery bags for the first time. I take that back, I used them for the fir&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mlsdIkrGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0zTapYeiC1s/s1600-h/earth-tote-tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181855029419879522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mlsdIkrGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0zTapYeiC1s/s320/earth-tote-tan.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st time in the grocery store. In the past I've used them to move and to take on trips, but I always forget them when I walk into the grocery store. Lately its been driving me nuts when I check out at the grocery store and they put like two items in each plastic bag. I end up with sooooo many plastic bags at my house. So that is my motivation to keep bringing the bags into the grocery store with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.austinenergy.com/Energy%20Efficiency/Programs/Green%20Choice/index.htm"&gt;GreenChoice&lt;/a&gt; - We just signed up for green energy through Austin Energy. When you sign up for it, it doesn't mean that the energy that you use necessarily only comes from green sources (like wind) - it could be coming from the coal plant - but it does give the energy&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mlDNIkrFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6Ne5Wl5dvX4/s1600-h/windturbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181854320750275666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mlDNIkrFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6Ne5Wl5dvX4/s320/windturbine.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; company an opportunity to buy more green energy and not have to buy as much as that nasty coal energy. It is going to cost us a little more money right now than our normal energy, but it is a fixed rate for like 20 years, so hopefully it will even out one of these days (or years...). To curb the cost, we cut back a little on our cable bill, so it all works out and is better for our community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-3808305968139852201?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3808305968139852201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=3808305968139852201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3808305968139852201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/3808305968139852201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/03/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R-mmtdIkrHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oBuWTh9pCK4/s72-c/recycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-6415867395906185050</id><published>2008-02-29T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:21:20.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>#18 almost done!</title><content type='html'>We are finally getting our patio expanded! We've wanted to do this since we moved into our house last year, but have held out because I hate spending big bucks on things like this. But we got our tax refund in and I agreed to let Chris move forward with this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we live in a new neighborhood that is still building new houses, we contracted the concrete guys to come and expand the patio. They showed up this morning and Chris was there to get some of the action. He said it was a storm force of workers coming through and they did it at lightening speed. They are pouring the concrete later today and I hope to post pictures of the final project later this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some progress photos - make sure to notice how small our current concrete patio is compared to the new gigantic size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R8g9if2NH6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/c4SW6zYNRlQ/s1600-h/101_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R8g9if2NH6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/c4SW6zYNRlQ/s320/101_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172451834908712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R8g93f2NH7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fSjv19V7VlY/s1600-h/101_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R8g93f2NH7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fSjv19V7VlY/s320/101_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172452195685965746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-6415867395906185050?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6415867395906185050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=6415867395906185050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6415867395906185050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/6415867395906185050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/02/18-almost-done.html' title='#18 almost done!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gvFjjT_HKP0/R8g9if2NH6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/c4SW6zYNRlQ/s72-c/101_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541551035008285746.post-2844854075432625925</id><published>2008-02-27T09:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:27:56.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the day!</title><content type='html'>I originally heard about the 101 in 1001 project months and months ago and have been procrastinating on starting my own list.  But I found myself wanting to do projects and kept thinking "that would be great for my 101 list" so here I am finally getting this thing started.  While I don't have my list completed yet, I wanted to get started on blogging because some of these projects I've been thinking about for months are starting to come to shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to 1001 days from now (November 24, 2010) and all the new insight I'll have after this experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541551035008285746-2844854075432625925?l=katys101in1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2844854075432625925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541551035008285746&amp;postID=2844854075432625925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2844854075432625925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541551035008285746/posts/default/2844854075432625925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katys101in1001.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the day!'/><author><name>Katy's 101 in 1001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626924819262967163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
