<?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-6565517</id><updated>2011-08-09T12:47:59.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a college grad still trying to figure it out</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't promise to be eloquent only honest.  Fair Warning: I can't spell</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-116922230954385773</id><published>2007-01-19T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:58:29.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa</title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok I know I haven't posted in forever and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I only get internet at work and it's hard to do there... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;My Church is going to South Africa, I would LOVE to go... I think...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... You're thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;Or Your donations really...tehehe...&lt;br /&gt;I'm at least going to go to the info meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll fill you in more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-116922230954385773?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/116922230954385773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=116922230954385773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/116922230954385773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/116922230954385773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2007/01/south-africa.html' title='South Africa'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-115940982080322993</id><published>2006-09-27T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:17:00.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>Today there was a hostage situation in Colorado. The link is below. &lt;br /&gt;Which is very upsetting but what is more upsetting is that it took a back seat to the story &lt;br /&gt;that Terrell Owens might have attempted suicide.  I mean seriously who the hell cares if T.O. is depressed.&lt;br /&gt;We need to get our priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/C/CO_SCHOOL_EVACUATION_COOL-?SITE=COCOL&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&amp;CTIME=2006-09-27-21-13-03&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115940982080322993?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115940982080322993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115940982080322993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115940982080322993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115940982080322993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/09/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-115841931020095339</id><published>2006-09-16T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:08:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick for the familar</title><content type='html'>I am homesick.  Not for my house or even for my family.  I am homesick for the familar to be surrounded by those who know I love to be hugged.  To know the sound of someone by their footsteps or there laughter.  I homesick for love... to put it simply.  People here like me but they don't know me well enough to love me.  I am homesick for the familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115841931020095339?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115841931020095339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115841931020095339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115841931020095339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115841931020095339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/09/homesick-for-familar.html' title='Homesick for the familar'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115699157738135695</id><published>2006-08-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:32:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>text</title><content type='html'>Text I sent to my aunt Jill: What should I be when I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Aunts Jills reposnse: Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Genius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115699157738135695?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115699157738135695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115699157738135695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115699157738135695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115699157738135695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/08/text.html' title='text'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115643790623037109</id><published>2006-08-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:45:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>I got this as a forward and I thought it was hilarious.  enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, God created the dog and said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;span of twenty years." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: "That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said: "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created man and said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man said: "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said God, "You asked for it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115643790623037109?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115643790623037109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115643790623037109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115643790623037109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115643790623037109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-in-nutshell.html' title='Life in a nutshell'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115492415561177658</id><published>2006-08-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:15:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>As my friends, or my stalkers since this is on the internet and anyone can read this,I need everyones opinion.  What should I be when I grow up?  What could you see me doing?  I honestly I have no idea.  There are a lot of things I'm interesting but nothing I am passionate about doing as an occupation.  Any ideas.  Don't be shy, don't be afraid to insult me, and certainly don't be afraid to be crazy, we all know I am!  HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115492415561177658?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115492415561177658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115492415561177658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115492415561177658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115492415561177658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/08/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115392808660584909</id><published>2006-07-26T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:34:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>Good I have a flickr account now you can view my pictures on the web!&lt;br /&gt;Granted I only have 12 pictures on there now but I'll get more slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ktomaro34/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115392808660584909?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115392808660584909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115392808660584909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115392808660584909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115392808660584909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-115319903650401651</id><published>2006-07-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:03:56.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was bound to happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Key.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday my roommate was out of town for the evening ergo, I had no plans which was fine, I had plenty of laundry and movies to entertain myself.  So as I'm coming up from putting my second load in wash, I shift the basket to my hip and turn the knob.  Problem one it doesn't turn.  I check it again just be sure,  now i laugh, it's definatly locked.  Inside I can hear Joaquin Phoenix &amp; Reese Witherspoon singing in Walk the line.  Luckily my keys and my cell phone were in the apartment to enjoy the show.  So I go to the building next door and knock on apt 8 where Chris the maintence guy lives.  Problem two no answer.  So go to my car and look to see if there is anything I can pick my like with nothing.  So I go knock on my neighbors door who've I talked to once to ask to use his phone.  Problem three no answer again, ok now i'm just annoyed all these people have a life and I don't.  So I try another neighbor who I've talked to less than the 1st guy.  Luckily he is home yay!  Problem four he doesn't have Chris's number. Now this is just getting commical.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he asks the 1st neighbor who was home but just didn't answer his door for me.  So I leave a message for chris and sit in the apt of the 2nd neighbor and watch tv as chris sends someone to open my door.  I am in and I am happy!  So are Joaquin and Reese they missed me.  That was my grand adventure on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115319903650401651?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115319903650401651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115319903650401651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115319903650401651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115319903650401651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-bound-to-happen.html' title='It was bound to happen...'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115311139218682664</id><published>2006-07-16T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:43:12.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man in black</title><content type='html'>Johnny Cash is the man.  I fell in love with him and his music when I got free tickets to go see the musical of his life called "Ring of Fire"  It was so moving and soulful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/jcash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/jcash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course today I had to buy the movie.  So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/WAlk%20the%20line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/WAlk%20the%20line.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115311139218682664?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115311139218682664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115311139218682664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115311139218682664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115311139218682664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-in-black.html' title='The man in black'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115285036305175305</id><published>2006-07-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:12:43.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah "Mambo Italino"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Baby%20on%20boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Baby%20on%20boat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Isaiah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Isaiah1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest Butterball EVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115285036305175305?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115285036305175305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115285036305175305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115285036305175305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115285036305175305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/isaiah-mambo-italino.html' title='Isaiah &quot;Mambo Italino&quot;'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115284910942270981</id><published>2006-07-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:51:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't explain it</title><content type='html'>I have this thing, I've never told anyone about my thing.  I don't know if I can put it into words properly, so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again I meet someone and my heart goes out to them.  It's not that I'm attracted to them because it's happend with both guys and girls.  But from the moment I meet them something like a still small voice that tell me to watch out for them or something like that. Jesus goes "psst Katie watch that one, I need you to keep an eye on that one.  Just love them for me." I see something in them I can't put my figure on but I just want to help them and love them.  It's never the same way with each person. For example, this one guy Mike I haven't seen, talked to, or heard from in almost 10 years.  But he's quite frequently on my heart to pray for.  Then there are others who I've had the same feeling for and they become my closest friends.  Anyway I don't even know if this makes sense.  But I got that feeling again.  It's wonderfully miserable feeling.  I'm always afriad I'm going to handle it wrong but on the flip side I'm so excited to see how this new relationship plays out.  We'll see how it goes.  I always am a little giddy when I get that feeling again,  I love being used by Jesus even if I won't know the point this side of Heaven.  Here goes... **SMiles** I've got that feeling again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115284910942270981?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115284910942270981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115284910942270981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115284910942270981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115284910942270981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-explain-it.html' title='I can&apos;t explain it'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-115262918149722984</id><published>2006-07-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T07:46:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tow Truck story</title><content type='html'>OK just so no one is confused. My car stalled and I needed a jump so I called AAA and they sent a Tow Truck guy.  He jumped my car and then followed me to a garage. He said he would give me a lift home, since it was like a 100 degrees that day I decided that would be very nice.  On the way back he was like &lt;br /&gt;Tow Truck guy: "So you meet any guys yet?"  &lt;br /&gt;ME: : "er.. WEll no not really" &lt;br /&gt;TTG:"Really?!?! Why not???"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "err WEll I'm not really looking..."&lt;br /&gt;TTG: "OH well I was going to ask for your number, Just as friends just as friends,  so we could go out for drinks"&lt;br /&gt;ME:  "Oh that's nice but no thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give the guy credit for asking but come on didn't he see that he was at least 10 yeasr older than me?  haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115262918149722984?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115262918149722984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115262918149722984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115262918149722984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115262918149722984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/tow-truck-story.html' title='Tow Truck story'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115258127262863748</id><published>2006-07-10T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:28:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Wedddings!</title><content type='html'>First off I have to say you know you are a blog failure when friends you haven't seen in over 8 years emails you to demand more posts.  Craziness.  I love Dre he's another friend that I would consider family.  My roommate said I glowed when he emailed me.  Which is probably true because who wouldn't be happy when you get an email from there long lost big brother.  Anyway my topic today is weddings.  Not Just any wedding but the wedding of Chris Bayer and Julie Swart.  July 9th 2006 It was a MOMENTOUS occasion.  This wasn't just any wedding, it was more of "it's about time party"  Julie and Chris have been on again off again for almost a decade.  They have a beautiful 7 year old girl together.  They were always each other first phone calls in a moment of emergency.  It was like the rest of us could see the end ofthere path but not them.  I've never been to a more celebratory event.  Everyone put aside there differences and tensions to cheer and applaude the joining of these to lives so that they can finally form a family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON a side note...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear a good story ask me about the guy that towed my car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115258127262863748?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115258127262863748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115258127262863748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115258127262863748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115258127262863748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-wedddings.html' title='I love Wedddings!'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-115041026935759482</id><published>2006-06-15T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:24:41.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demanding friends and an Epiphany</title><content type='html'>I have had more demands for a post.  From Rachel the wrathful, and I will refer to as such until she updates her Xanga.  I am tempted to call her Rachel the hippocrite because she never updates her Xanga and demands I do.  So until she updates this is her new name pick whichever you like better and call her that until she updates!  MOVE ON WOMAN!  I have gotten a new job at this office called FACS basically I will be working 12 - 9 at the Macy's visa card customer service.  I've never been so bummed at accepting a job in my whole life.  I just felt like this was totally beneath me and my abilities.  I was bummed and pissed about it all at the same time.  So I was sitting in Orientation when all of a sudden that I had this epiphany that this is the job the Lord has given me and I need to do it to the best of my ability and if for no other reason for His Glory.  I need to be a Vessel at FACS and pursue excellence at this opportunity.  Also, I learned the FACS promotes from within 90% of the time and I can move up and move into different departments if I work hard.  So this isn't a bad deal as far as deals go.  Training has been very tedious and it's been hard to keep my positive outlook but it can be done!  &lt;br /&gt;I had a interview at Volunteers of America today for development coordinator basically I would do all their PR work and work to build a volunteer base.  AMAZING.  But I felt like I totally put it in the Lord's hands and he'll put me where he wants me.  It would be nice if it was VOA but if not I know I'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-115041026935759482?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115041026935759482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=115041026935759482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115041026935759482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/115041026935759482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/06/demanding-friends-and-epiphany.html' title='Demanding friends and an Epiphany'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-114918057206681601</id><published>2006-06-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:49:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pub</title><content type='html'>Rachel is demanding a post.  So she is getting one because I don't want to face the wrath of Pegs.  I will point out that she hasn't made a Xanga post since the ice age but that is neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share this story because I found it amusing.  Emery came to visit and we (Cassi, E, Cassi's friend Jen, and I) went to get some food and drinks at this place called the pub.  It's very cute and has live music, we sat on the patio to enjoy the night and the music.  The guy playing, Chris, had to apologize because he'd been playing 6 nights in a row and his voice was very sore.  He then started to play my favorite OAR song "RCrazy game of Poker" I was quite happy! I love that song! So I was singing along and grovin' and all that jazz.  Then he Stopped!!! He said he playe the rest on sunday when he played again. I was so sad!!  So naturally i started pouting and I guess he saw and felt bad.  So Chris was like "oh my gosh I'm sorry I'll keep playing!!"  I thought it was funny and very nice of Chris.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114918057206681601?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114918057206681601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114918057206681601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114918057206681601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114918057206681601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/06/pub.html' title='The Pub'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-114746942021008465</id><published>2006-05-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:30:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Asbury</title><content type='html'>It was over a year ago i graduated from Asbury.  It was a very sad day i don't feel like I've acclompished much since graduation.  I only cried once, if I let myself though I don't think i would have gotten out of bed.  The adjustment of a post college life has been a pretty one by any stretch of the imagination.  In school i was important, and needed, and useful, and i was in a community and surrounded by people i love.  In a moment that was stripped away But that's what happens and that's good it's just sad too.  Sometimes i still feel like a failure.  But I feel like I'm doing something about it now the move to cincinnati has been very good from me.  I hope I can find a job and stay here and grow here and make new friends and new memories and new communites.  Pray that I found something worth keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I saw Josh today and we had a ball we only hung out for 2 hours or so but it was still a great time.  I love good hugs and he gives some of the best hugs.  So that in itself made me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114746942021008465?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114746942021008465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114746942021008465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114746942021008465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114746942021008465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-asbury.html' title='Post Asbury'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-114428877968511489</id><published>2006-04-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:59:39.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen</title><content type='html'>The other night I had a dream about what I want to do when I'm older.  It started out with me flirting with Timmy from the guantlet 2 on MTV.  When he asked me what I for a living.  I explained to him that I work with an organization that sent teams of people to third world countries and teach and train citizens usefull and valuable skills to increase the countries economy.  I worked on the development side working to recruit and train teams to send and working with local government in these countries.  I explained all this to Kristen when I talk to her today.  She blew my mind because she not only just accepted that I could do this HUGE dream but she broke it down into starting steps.  Where to look where to begin where to ask questions.  I was just blown away because instead of saying "umm that's nice" she said "ok you  can do that and you know that I'm in.  Let's just take it step by step"  I am a dreamer and she is the logical.  I am so THANKFUL for her mind and her friendship.  She is amazing and I'm blessed to have her in my life.  She speaks my language, she knows my weaknesses and my craziness and loves me inspite of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the lord for Kristen!  She's the Lorlai to my Sookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Copy%20of%207%20Day%20cruise%21%201225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Copy%20of%207%20Day%20cruise%21%201225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114428877968511489?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114428877968511489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114428877968511489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114428877968511489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114428877968511489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/04/kristen.html' title='Kristen'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-114257082028258807</id><published>2006-03-16T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:47:00.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quote</title><content type='html'>This is one of my all time favorite quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for a Christianity that "ruins" my life, that captures my heart and makes   me uncomfortable. I want to be filled with an astonishment that is so captivating that I am considered wild and unpredictable... and well... so dangerous.  Yes, I   want to be "dangerous" to a dull and boring religion.  I want a faith that is considered dangerous" by our predictable and monotonous culture.            &lt;br /&gt;-Mike Yanconelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114257082028258807?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114257082028258807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114257082028258807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114257082028258807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114257082028258807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/03/favorite-quote.html' title='Favorite Quote'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-114110020968648704</id><published>2006-02-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:16:49.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>OK so today I was working at Kohls and I saw this skirt that I loved so I decided to put it on the rack and I'd put it on hold when I went on my break.  But a few hours later I noticed a women had picked it up and was looking at it and was about to take it with her!  So in a panic I say "Mam'm I'm sorry but that's on hold... She was so so so upset, she even gave me her name and number in case the person didn't come back for it.  I felt so bad, and even worse when I tried the skirt on and it wasn't as flattering as I thought.  Am I a bad person??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114110020968648704?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114110020968648704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114110020968648704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114110020968648704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114110020968648704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-114107436234791222</id><published>2006-02-27T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:06:02.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Vessels%20in%20central%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Vessels%20in%20central%20park.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114107436234791222?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114107436234791222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114107436234791222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114107436234791222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114107436234791222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/pictures.html' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-114107215826545972</id><published>2006-02-27T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:29:18.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no update</title><content type='html'>I have no update...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-114107215826545972?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114107215826545972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=114107215826545972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114107215826545972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/114107215826545972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-no-update.html' title='I have no update'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113881042874464063</id><published>2006-02-01T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:13:48.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Times!</title><content type='html'>Cassi and i are sitting in Coffee Times enjoying Tea. Which I think is just silly. &lt;br /&gt;She has wireless and we are surfing and I notice that my blog is on her favorites bar. that makes me happy! &lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about more about my day from hell later.  Right now i'm happy Cassi likes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113881042874464063?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113881042874464063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113881042874464063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113881042874464063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113881042874464063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-times.html' title='Coffee Times!'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-113825797607923752</id><published>2006-01-25T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:00:22.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't he beautiful?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Iasiah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Iasiah1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Meet Iasiah. My beautiful nephew.  I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113825797607923752?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113825797607923752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113825797607923752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113825797607923752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113825797607923752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/01/isnt-he-beautiful.html' title='Isn&apos;t he beautiful?!?!'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113790522418888535</id><published>2006-01-21T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:49:30.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm...Hello...It's 2006</title><content type='html'>OK When people make derogatory comments of different races, cultures, and even females.  I just want to skate them and say "HELLO welcome to 2006!!  Did you miss the memo that we are all created equal?!?!?!  oh and by the way blacks and women can vote."  BAH ignorant people get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;End Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113790522418888535?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113790522418888535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113790522418888535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113790522418888535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113790522418888535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/01/ummhelloits-2006.html' title='Umm...Hello...It&apos;s 2006'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113692016727556618</id><published>2006-01-10T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:09:27.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bundle of Oxymorons</title><content type='html'>1. I am painfully shy and a huge extrovert&lt;br /&gt;2. I am quicked witted and slow to process&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm loud and mumble&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a tease and a prude&lt;br /&gt;5. Overly confident but have low esteem&lt;br /&gt;6. I have the intrests of an 80 year old man but the mentality of a 6 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;7. Spastic and Lazy&lt;br /&gt;8. Sarasctic and Sincere&lt;br /&gt;10. I love drama and hate conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK they aren't all oxymorons but this is me in a nutshell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113692016727556618?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113692016727556618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113692016727556618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113692016727556618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113692016727556618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/01/bundle-of-oxymorons.html' title='A bundle of Oxymorons'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113678296046822455</id><published>2006-01-08T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:02:40.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Article</title><content type='html'>I read this article at Relevant Magazine.  It's how I am feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;READ ON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the world needs? People who are willing to become absolutely nothing. Now, I’m not specifically referencing that we need more middle-aged fast-food joint employees or more high school dropouts aspiring to own a garbage dump someday. What I mean is, why aren’t more people willing to be unsuccessful? Why do we cave in to the pressure of success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, four months after graduation looking for my first “real” job, and honestly, I don’t know if I really want to go the conventional route. I don’t know if I want to do what everyone expects me to do. Let me give you some background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kid that everyone has always expected big things from—or at least that’s what I thought people expected. In my senior year of high school I got a 29 on my ACT and my history teacher looked at me and said, “Oh, I would have thought you could do better.” In fact, the principal of my school encouraged me to take it again because he thought I could get something in the 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the longest time, I’ve made that expectation my own. When I graduated this past spring with a magna cum laude, a tiny voice inside of me whispered, If only you would have worked hard enough, you could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my mantra for as long as I can remember. But, I finally decided that I’m sick of it. I don’t really want to be successful in the conventional sense. I don’t even think God is calling me to make climbing the corporate ladder my life goal. As I’ve honestly thought about what I could do if I could do absolutely anything with my life, it has far less to do with success the way my history teacher defined it. I would rather devote more time to serving people through volunteering and writing about things that really means something in life. But, despite my desire to live a no-frills life of service and meaning, a little nagging voice inside of me is begging me to be reasonable. After all, I have a daunting school debt to pay off and a car that’s pushing 200,000 miles. Shouldn’t I be concerned with salary and benefits and using my wonderful Bachelor of Arts degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: I know what I’m capable of. Being editor-in-chief of my college newspaper helped me to gain experience and confidence in my capabilities. I’ve had opportunities to take the expected newspaper reporter job that will serve as a nice springboard to bigger and broader audiences. But for some reason, I’ve held back from pursuing or accepting the normal road to journalism success. Instead, I live in this constant tension—wondering if I am foolish for not going for the newspaper job and at the same time being thankful that I have the strength the refuse to accept less than God’s best for me—if even it’s less than glorious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did choose the “road to success,” I think I would always have an irksome feeling that God demanded more—not more in the way of paychecks or positions, but more in the way of complete and utter submission, more in the way of truly living with His kingdom in mind, more in the way of reliance on Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there is that mental voice telling me to keep on living my life the way I’ve always lived—to meet the expectations of myself and others, deeper inside me still, is a quiet, stronger voice beckoning me to direct my drive and ambition in a different type of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me give you the strength to be all I demand of you,” said the Voice. “Quit believing in other people’s dreams for your life. Let go of all you think you can do, and let me show you what I think you can do.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more I’ve contemplated the two paths, the more I’m convinced that being successful by the way of the world is far too easy. I don’t think God only wants hotshot journalists or big-time music artists or powerful business executives “on his side.” God wants people who are willing to be daring enough to be all that He asks of them no matter where they live or what they’re getting paid to do. Which leads me to a conclusion: I want to walk the harder path. I want a life of adventure led by the best safari guide there ever could be. I want to be guided along the backcountry roads instead of taking the freeway. Though, I think I will always live in the tension, I choose not to care if I’m successful anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113678296046822455?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113678296046822455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113678296046822455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113678296046822455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113678296046822455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-article.html' title='Perfect Article'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113529436784245950</id><published>2005-12-22T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:32:47.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think</title><content type='html'>I was so bored at work I took a Dr. Phil personality test.  Here is my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you think?  Is that me?  I'd like to think so but I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113529436784245950?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113529436784245950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113529436784245950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113529436784245950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113529436784245950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-113494257810858139</id><published>2005-12-18T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:49:38.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>NINE LASTS&lt;br /&gt;Last Alchoholic Drink: A beer while tailgating at a Bills game&lt;br /&gt;Last Vehicle Ride: Coming home from star bucks after church this morning&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: The senior year mix Kristen got me&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath: Too long ago&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried: When I confessed to my boss that I accidently broke the ornaments&lt;br /&gt;Last Hug: I got double teamed by my nephews this afternoon &lt;br /&gt;Last time you really got upset: I think I can honestly say that it’s been awhile since I’ve been really upset&lt;br /&gt;Last time you watched TV: The colts game&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: Does a peppermint mocha count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated a friend: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: no &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped: hehe wouldn’t you like to know… actually yes. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: I think I was on the news once.  You know like in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone and then regretted it: nope &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a dream about someone you knew: Yes of course&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like your parents favor one sibling over another?: I’m totally the favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU'RE WEARING&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas socks&lt;br /&gt;2. My old comfy jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. A belt because the jeans are 2 sizes to big&lt;br /&gt;4. My Old Navy shirt Laura bought me&lt;br /&gt;5. My Geneseo Hoodie &lt;br /&gt;6. Blood on my toe because I stubbed it on the heater this morning&lt;br /&gt;7. And a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. Got in an argument with my dad&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Church&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;4. Drank Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;5. Read “There is a Sea in My Room” to frankie&lt;br /&gt;6. Watched Footbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU LOVE TO DO&lt;br /&gt;1. be with my family&lt;br /&gt;2. Read on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;3. Laugh&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch football&lt;br /&gt;5. travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ALMOST ANYTHING TO&lt;br /&gt;1. Laura&lt;br /&gt;2. Kristen&lt;br /&gt;3. Stasi&lt;br /&gt;4. Cassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;1. eat or drink? eat&lt;br /&gt;2. skittles or starburst? skittles&lt;br /&gt;3. pink or green? pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. Go Skydiving&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel all of Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING YOU REGRET&lt;br /&gt;1. I regret much but wouldn’t change a thing.  Except maybe that I didn’t buy that cute little black dress from Old Navy for three dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113494257810858139?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113494257810858139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113494257810858139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113494257810858139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113494257810858139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113469941591979693</id><published>2005-12-15T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:17:20.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today on this day</title><content type='html'>On this day we celebrate the 102nd anniversy of the birth of the sugar waffle cone.&lt;br /&gt;and On this day we mourn the loss of Mr. Walter Disney, the creator of Mickey mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113469941591979693?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113469941591979693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113469941591979693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113469941591979693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113469941591979693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-on-this-day.html' title='Today on this day'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113385204264832342</id><published>2005-12-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:54:02.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Kristen</title><content type='html'>Seven Things to Do Before I Die (Lord willing):&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to Fly a Helocopter&lt;br /&gt;2. Go Sky diving &lt;br /&gt;3. Be a Bride&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a foster parent &lt;br /&gt;5.  Slow dance in the rain &lt;br /&gt;6. Meet the President&lt;br /&gt;7. Visit all 50 States &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I Cannot Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play an intruament&lt;br /&gt;2. Tap dance&lt;br /&gt;3. Speak another language&lt;br /&gt;4. A cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;5. whistle &lt;br /&gt;6. Change my own oil (that'll probably change though)&lt;br /&gt;7. Read Braiile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I Say (or write!) Most Often:&lt;br /&gt;1. "It's a great day at the fairfield inn Marriott this Katie how can I help you.&lt;br /&gt;2.  BAH I hate my life &lt;br /&gt;3. "I'm just saying"&lt;br /&gt;4. "That's fair"&lt;br /&gt;5. “Sweet!"&lt;br /&gt;6. “Gosh!"&lt;br /&gt;7. “What? Pardon me" (I'm totally deaf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Books (or series) I Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;2. The Princess ~ Lori Wick&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll like you forever I'll love you for always ~Hans Wilhelm&lt;br /&gt;4. Blue Like Jazz - Don Miller&lt;br /&gt;5. The Great Divorce ~CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;6. To Kill a Mockingbird ~ Lee Harper&lt;br /&gt;7.  Wild at Heart ~ John Elderidge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seven Movies I Would Watch Over and Over Again:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;2. Oscar&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;4. Rudy&lt;br /&gt;5. Elf&lt;br /&gt;6. Pretty Women&lt;br /&gt;7. Brown Sugar (which if you stole my movie please return it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven People I Want to Join in:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laura Ludwick just cause&lt;br /&gt;2. Emmy Hutchison because she is adorable&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrea Thiemkey because she always is so eloquent&lt;br /&gt;4. Rachel Pegram because she's my soul sista *wink*&lt;br /&gt;5. Stasi *Roommate* Havener because she usually blows my socks off with her wit&lt;br /&gt;6.  Kristy Lin cause she's cute&lt;br /&gt;7. Amanda Keane because it's been too long since I've talked to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I left one part out but I'll let you read what &lt;a href="http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/kristen"&gt;Kristen &lt;/a&gt;wrote about me because it made me laugh and cry all at the same time.  I left it out because it's 2 am and I can't think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things that Attract Me to My [spouse,romantic interest, best friend, whomever](not necessarily in this order!):&lt;br /&gt;My ode to Katie&lt;br /&gt;1. The way we have our own language&lt;br /&gt;2. Her silly sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;3. Her passion for life.&lt;br /&gt;4. How she’s Sookie&lt;br /&gt;5. The way she loves the Lord with her whole heart… and yet is still driving the handcart to hell&lt;br /&gt;6. How most of my best Asbury memories are wrapped up with her&lt;br /&gt;7. How in the midst of my whining about how hard my life is here… she was the only person who emailed back and said “So what? The Lord said go, Kristen! Enjoy the journey, don’t wish it away” because she’s bold enough to speak truth into my life when I need to hear it… but then immediately sent another email telling me she’s sorry I hurt and she missed me because she knows my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113385204264832342?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113385204264832342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113385204264832342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113385204264832342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113385204264832342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/12/stolen-from-kristen.html' title='Stolen from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/kristen&quot;&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113298077051402088</id><published>2005-11-25T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:52:50.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>point to ponder</title><content type='html'>Can you have a crappy life and really hate it but be happy?&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's weird.  I mean parts of my life really suck.&lt;br /&gt;But i am generally happy.  &lt;br /&gt;huh.  Weird.  It leads to a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113298077051402088?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113298077051402088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113298077051402088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113298077051402088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113298077051402088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/point-to-ponder.html' title='point to ponder'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-113289752347839996</id><published>2005-11-24T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:45:23.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>I suck at blogging&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113289752347839996?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113289752347839996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113289752347839996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113289752347839996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113289752347839996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-113243741027395711</id><published>2005-11-19T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:56:50.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot</title><content type='html'>Ok here's the deal... If you've never been to disneyworld you just won't understand whatever I write.  So just know that it's magical and wonderful.  Go right now, thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday SPARKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113243741027395711?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113243741027395711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113243741027395711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113243741027395711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113243741027395711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/woot.html' title='woot'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113091222721332865</id><published>2005-11-01T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:20:40.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 was Animal Kingdom.  I feel like we missed out on a lot there and we were all a little stressed, BUT we still had a blast!  We went on a Safari in Africa and saw TONS of Animals and then we Braved the Kalli River Rapids in Asia.  We also searched for dinosaurs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer won't let me put up pictures i'm sorry.  I am a failure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113091222721332865?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113091222721332865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113091222721332865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113091222721332865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113091222721332865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/disney-world-day-3.html' title='Disney World Day 3'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-113081963345602034</id><published>2005-10-31T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:09:15.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Day Two</title><content type='html'>The second day my dad came in YAY. While my mom and sister wen to pick him up some of us when to Typhoon Lagoon. It's one of Disney's two water parks. Basically the theme is you're on some tropical island after a giant Typhoon so you can see all these shipwrecked boats and stuff like that. There is a GIANT wave pool and tons of waterslides, and the first ever water rollar coaster! IT's AWESOME! You go up and down all in an inner tube! There is also a lazy river where my 2 year old nephew learned to swim!  It was sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-113081963345602034?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113081963345602034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=113081963345602034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113081963345602034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/113081963345602034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/10/disney-day-two.html' title='Disney Day Two'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-112891639120043741</id><published>2005-10-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:49:47.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DisneyWorld Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Welcome%20to%20DisneyWorld1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Welcome%20to%20DisneyWorld1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK folks It's time for the long awaited disney world recap.  First off and foremost if you've never gone.  You have to go! RIGHT NOW.  STOP READING AND GO!! Seriously! It is just amamzing.  It's not just a themepark it's soo much more.  All the rides a big production with props and storylines.  Everyone is so nice.  It Really is the happiest place on earth.  So This first entry will just be our first day at the park. (I'll give you a minute to stop laughing at me...OK...That's long enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 Mom and I were stuck in both the Buffalo airport along with the Newark Airport.&lt;br /&gt;It was awful we flew stand-by and all the flights were overbooked.  We finally got on a flight to West Palm Beach and then drove 3 hours to Orlando.  I cried when they said we got on the flight I was so nervous that we wouldn't ever get there.  We finally pulled into the house we were staying at 11pm.  UGH I'm glad that day is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;MAGIC KINGDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Main%20Street%20USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Main%20Street%20USA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was breath taking.  We walked in Main Street and there was a welcome parade with people singing and dancing.  We then head to Adventure land where we took a quick tour of Swiss Family Robinson Tree House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Family%20shot%20at%20castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Family%20shot%20at%20castle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was so cool!  Then we headed to a our first disney ride The Jungle Cruise.  You have a tour guide that took us through the different jungles around the world and they had different animals and stuff.  The tour guide had a cute little speech and cheesy jokes I loved it.  I want that job!  &lt;br /&gt;We went through all the other lands; Frontierland, where we saw Brair Rabbit escape from Brair fox in Splashmountain. Fantasyland, where we ate in Gipedo's house and watched people go through it's a small world. Liberty square, where we took a tour of the Haunted Mansion and heard presidents of yester year inspire us about our future in the Hall of Presidents. Then off to TomorrowLand; Where we fought the evil emperor Zorg!  Then we sped into space with Space Mountain!!  To finish off this perfect day we watched as Tinkerbell flew from Cinderdella's Castle to start this AMAZING FIREWORKS Show called wishes.  As we left Magic Kingdom Mickey said goodnight as we filed out of Main Street to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/Mickey%20and%20Walt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/Mickey%20and%20Walt1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112891639120043741?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112891639120043741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112891639120043741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112891639120043741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112891639120043741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/10/disneyworld-part-i.html' title='DisneyWorld Part I'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-112839609059695625</id><published>2005-10-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:21:30.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/1600/PICT0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4605/360/320/PICT0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112839609059695625?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112839609059695625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112839609059695625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112839609059695625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112839609059695625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-of-me.html' title='Picture of me'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-112649732616325138</id><published>2005-09-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:55:26.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't help myself</title><content type='html'>He makes me smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112649732616325138?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112649732616325138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112649732616325138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112649732616325138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112649732616325138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-cant-help-myself.html' title='I just can&apos;t help myself'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-112476032626967268</id><published>2005-08-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:25:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>I want to go to back to school...&lt;br /&gt;Or at least back to Lexington...&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to when all my friends lived on one campus...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. And Lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112476032626967268?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112476032626967268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112476032626967268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112476032626967268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112476032626967268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/08/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-112389510738801621</id><published>2005-08-12T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:05:07.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about a shock</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks back I'm driving home from work and I turn the corner to my street.  The same street I have lived for the past 23 years It's always comforting to turn down my street.  Then I see a for sale in front of my house.  My parents put my house on the market.  Huh who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112389510738801621?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112389510738801621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112389510738801621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112389510738801621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112389510738801621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/08/talk-about-shock.html' title='Talk about a shock'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-112347389235039691</id><published>2005-08-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:04:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47 days</title><content type='html'>That's right ladies and gentle in 47 days me and 15 other family members will be traveling down to disney world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112347389235039691?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112347389235039691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112347389235039691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112347389235039691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112347389235039691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/08/47-days.html' title='47 days'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-112243521473190744</id><published>2005-07-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:33:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long distence roommate bonding</title><content type='html'>It's no secret I love my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;I adore her when I grow up I want to be her.&lt;br /&gt;So when we are apart it's rough on me.&lt;br /&gt;But the other day she called to tell me &lt;br /&gt;that a spider made a web in her car while she was at work.  &lt;br /&gt;I thought WOW that's cool.  How fun.&lt;br /&gt;THE VERY NEXT MORNING I go to my car to go to work &lt;br /&gt;and a spider had made a web in my car!&lt;br /&gt;It was our own special connection my roommate and mine.&lt;br /&gt;yay for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112243521473190744?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112243521473190744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112243521473190744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112243521473190744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112243521473190744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-distence-roommate-bonding.html' title='Long distence roommate bonding'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-112165670329952768</id><published>2005-07-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:18:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave a comment</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a while and although I do have plenty of good things going on in my life. i.e. plenty of phone interviews, two campus interviews, a new swimsuit.  &lt;br /&gt;Mostly I'm just frustrated I hate my jobs I don't like my bosses.  I just want a career.  I want to be doing something i'm passionate about and something I'm good at.  But working at places I hate I'm feeling like there is nothing I'm good at and nothing I'm passionate about... &lt;br /&gt; I'm not writing this to complain or whine or get advice or sympathy.  This is just the way my life is right now.  Sometimes it sucks hardcore.  Ugh.  I'm just trusting you know why I'm here Jesus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112165670329952768?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112165670329952768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112165670329952768' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112165670329952768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112165670329952768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-leave-comment.html' title='Don&apos;t leave a comment'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-112068597361360308</id><published>2005-07-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:23:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dane Cook says it best</title><content type='html'>Time alarm set: 4:45am&lt;br /&gt;Time to start work: 6 am&lt;br /&gt;Actual time I woke up: 6:12am&lt;br /&gt;Actual arrival at work: 6:58am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head: "I'm late I'm late I'm late for my shitty life! And all I wanted was for the clock to sprout little clock legs and little clock arms and say i'm just kidding! HaHa I'm just a silly clock playing silly clock games. But no I'm just late for my shitty life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-112068597361360308?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112068597361360308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=112068597361360308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112068597361360308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/112068597361360308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/07/dane-cook-says-it-best.html' title='Dane Cook says it best'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111932463506523978</id><published>2005-06-20T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:30:35.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been busy</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't updated recently.  I usually base my updates on my emotions and mostly i've been feeling frustrated.  So I haven't wanted to update.  I don't want to bore you with me qualms.  It's just something I've got to figure out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is pregnant!! YAY we're so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Chris is married and has a stepdaugher&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Alex is engaged (at Disneyland!!)&lt;br /&gt;I got to house sit it was way fun&lt;br /&gt;I have two jobs&lt;br /&gt;First at Kohls then at the Ramada Inn.&lt;br /&gt;I start the Ramada tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Sonny and cousin Tommy died on the same day of cancer (it was sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111932463506523978?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111932463506523978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111932463506523978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111932463506523978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111932463506523978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/06/been-busy.html' title='been busy'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111760305414353470</id><published>2005-05-31T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:17:34.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>Laura's been wanting me to update for a long time&lt;br /&gt;So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a starbucks craving.  So i gave in and decided to go get a Mocha Mint Chip Frappachino.  On my way there I decide to call Joel because he is my friend and we always have a good talk when we hang out.  So I call him and ask him to come out with me.  He pauses and says... "where are you?" &lt;br /&gt;ME:  "I'm on Transit road"&lt;br /&gt;another pause... Joel: "Katie, I'm still in Dunkirk (an hour from home) I didn't move back home.&lt;br /&gt;ME: "You aren't living at home?" &lt;br /&gt;Joel: "Nope I'm teaching down here... Don't you think I would have called you before now to hang out if I was home??"&lt;br /&gt;ME: (still a little confused) "Well... no... you're still in dunkirk... huh who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story.  I think it's really funny.  Because I had no idea he wasn't at home.  Well isn't he something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UPDATE:  A farewell (sad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111760305414353470?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111760305414353470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111760305414353470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111760305414353470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111760305414353470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/05/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111635545839158464</id><published>2005-05-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:44:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even like German food</title><content type='html'>So I keep getting bulk mail for German Porn.  It's a little disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I don't even know any German nor do I like German food.  So why would I enjoy German porn.  I'm totally excluding the fact I'm not a big fan of american porn , porn the concept, and porn in general i'm not too wild. Ergo I wish they would stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111635545839158464?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111635545839158464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111635545839158464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111635545839158464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111635545839158464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-even-like-german-food.html' title='I don&apos;t even like German food'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111612967666543677</id><published>2005-05-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:40:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I will miss...</title><content type='html'>When I first starting making this list I thought it would be no problem and for the most part it was quite easy.  But beacuse I wanted to exclude people from this list I realized something.  I realized that it is the people that make ASbury so wonderful.  Even these things on the list are really only important because of the people I shared these things with. So without further adu here is my list of things from Asbury that I will miss... They are in no particular order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The cross on top of the water tower&lt;br /&gt;2.  A Cold Ale-8 on a warm spring day!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Watching intramuals. Go Fo Shizzle!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Intramural softball getting more attenders then both the basebal and softball teams.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hughes Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;6.  Getting CPO&lt;br /&gt;7.  Using the PA system in the dorm&lt;br /&gt;8.  Wendys runs&lt;br /&gt;9.  Falling asleep in the Library&lt;br /&gt;10. Going to visit different faculty and staff because they actually cared about me.&lt;br /&gt;11. Having guys hold doors open for me.&lt;br /&gt;12. Carterbrook lane&lt;br /&gt;13. Creek Road&lt;br /&gt;14. Bras hanging from the ceiling in 3rd West&lt;br /&gt;15. The Green&lt;br /&gt;16. Triangle Park&lt;br /&gt;17. Tolly Ho and the Ho virgins&lt;br /&gt;18. "The Walmart game"  you guess to see how many Asbury people you'll see at Walmart before you leave&lt;br /&gt;19. Having the best extension on campus ext. 4321&lt;br /&gt;20. Having Random Conversation in the Cafeteria line&lt;br /&gt;21. Having a Chapel Buddy&lt;br /&gt;22. Third West&lt;br /&gt;23. Having people call me "RA" who never lived on my hall (esp. the guys) &lt;br /&gt;24. Still being called "RA" even after I graduated&lt;br /&gt;25. New Circle 4&lt;br /&gt;26. Half Price appitizers will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;27. Sonic Cherry Limeade&lt;br /&gt;28. My roommate's homemade hammock&lt;br /&gt;29. The "please don't run into my fence and pond" fence on 68&lt;br /&gt;30. The tree outside Kresge hall&lt;br /&gt;31. Hitting all green lights on 27&lt;br /&gt;32. Having about 100 closet that i could rumage through to find something to wear&lt;br /&gt;33. Buddy's Restraunt&lt;br /&gt;34. The Comfy Loveseat&lt;br /&gt;35. The Comfy pink couch in the unit&lt;br /&gt;36. Francsis Asbury Statue&lt;br /&gt;37. Asbury Lingo aka "CPO" "The grille" "Taking my extension" "Community hours"&lt;br /&gt;38. Working the Desk (see Asbury Lingo!!)&lt;br /&gt;39. The Semi - circle&lt;br /&gt;40. Seeing Asbury T-shirts at goodwill&lt;br /&gt;41. My favorite house where 29 and 68 come together&lt;br /&gt;42. Penn Station subs&lt;br /&gt;43. Tolly ho Milkshakes&lt;br /&gt;44. The chairs on the porch of Johnson and Trustees&lt;br /&gt;45. The Johnson Christmas parties&lt;br /&gt;46. Late night breatfast&lt;br /&gt;47. O'Neils&lt;br /&gt;48. The horse statue on Nichalosville rd by the mall&lt;br /&gt;49. The new benches&lt;br /&gt;50. The feeling of coming home again when stepping back on campus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111612967666543677?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111612967666543677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111612967666543677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111612967666543677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111612967666543677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-i-will-miss.html' title='Things I will miss...'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111603740390857524</id><published>2005-05-13T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:23:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The news</title><content type='html'>So on the news today the two top stories.  The first was of a case brought against Tennessee school because they won't let kids read the bible in school during recess The defense says it's because they don't let kids read any books during recess and they can't make exceptions for the Bible. The second was a story about a video tape of middle school kids brutally assaulted another kid in the bathroom.  It was two big kids against another student.  The reporter said they two kids thought the third was a terrorist threat.  But all i kept thinking during the second story was this wouldn't have happend if they just let kids read during recess&lt;br /&gt;I mean it was two different schools but the same principles still apply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111603740390857524?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111603740390857524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111603740390857524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111603740390857524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111603740390857524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/05/news.html' title='The news'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111578186873551522</id><published>2005-05-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:24:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>I have a degree.  Weird.  &lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me that my time at Asbury would end.&lt;br /&gt;But it did.&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me that Asbury would continue on after i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;But it will.&lt;br /&gt;It never occured that I would have to say goodbye to home to return home&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&lt;br /&gt;It never occured to me that my friend's lives would change and move on without me&lt;br /&gt;But they are.&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;br /&gt;Very weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111578186873551522?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111578186873551522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111578186873551522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111578186873551522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111578186873551522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/05/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111438326355871229</id><published>2005-04-24T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:54:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the world is coming</title><content type='html'>The end times are coming I am sure of it.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They stopped selling my favorite SoBe in the Grille.&lt;br /&gt;they kept all the other flavors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They changed the name of Cookie Monster to Carrot monster&lt;br /&gt;That's just wrong on many levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brittany Spears is with child.&lt;br /&gt;'Nough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111438326355871229?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111438326355871229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111438326355871229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111438326355871229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111438326355871229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/04/end-of-world-is-coming.html' title='The end of the world is coming'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111319228686874395</id><published>2005-04-10T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:12:28.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thrusday day was one the most fun days I've had in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the high - lites list&lt;br /&gt;1.  I didn't have class!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I got a lot of work done in the library&lt;br /&gt;3.  My desk hour was canceled!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I got to hang out with Jake Lavin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.  We went shopping and i got to see the new shoe selection&lt;br /&gt;6.  We ate at Fridays  yummy!&lt;br /&gt;7.  Never has been getting stuck in a 40 minute Traffic jam been so fun.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Cabinet was productive&lt;br /&gt;9.  I saw Chase!!!!  I haven't seen him in forever!&lt;br /&gt;10. Two words:  Wendy's RUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. Hanging out with my ffavorite sutiemate ever!  Bri!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Seeing Casey's face when we brought him back his frosty... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;13. Having a Wendy's Pinic on Bri's bed!&lt;br /&gt;14. Going to be with a Big smile on my face!!!&lt;br /&gt;15. Feeling so loved!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111319228686874395?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111319228686874395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111319228686874395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111319228686874395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111319228686874395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-thursday.html' title='I love Thursday'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111255606700692161</id><published>2005-04-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:21:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>If you want to read about my spring break &lt;a href="http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/Kristen"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;  because Kristen is very detailed and has pictures. I'll give a list of my highlights coming soon.  But I'm at home right now and who ever said you can't go home again didn't have a cool enough family.  I haven't done anything of great wonder or been too busy but the familiarity of it all has been so wonderful.  That's all I love home and my friends and family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's snowing what the crap is that all about?!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111255606700692161?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111255606700692161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111255606700692161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111255606700692161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111255606700692161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/04/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111091607420015763</id><published>2005-03-15T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:47:54.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe we are what is called a dynasty</title><content type='html'>Attention Ladies and Gentleman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dynasty has been born!  The vessel class is the only class in history to win Class Clash Bash all four years.  &lt;br /&gt;This past week i have never been prouder to call myself a Vessel and not only that but to be a leader of this class.&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you this wasn' t a perfect week, but the venting comes in my next entry.  Now is the time for a list off all my favorite moments from this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ashley Kimmel, VP of activities, The women ran the whole show and she was amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Kevin Merideth in a Toga&lt;br /&gt;3.  The judges for the faculty advisor game.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dave Hague's email and donation&lt;br /&gt;5.  119 Seniors showing up&lt;br /&gt;6. Matt Layton playing the Eucilalie &lt;br /&gt;7.  Keeping to the code&lt;br /&gt;8.  Sarah Seaton wanting to form a Vessel Choir&lt;br /&gt;9.  Having people show up who have never come to anything before EVER.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Clay Hassler just being the coolest kid and leading his class, I was always impressed&lt;br /&gt;11.  People whispering in my ear (I want you to win)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Adam Aukerman, Student Body President) doing a wheelbarrow race&lt;br /&gt;13.  Discovering Tres's blog&lt;br /&gt;14.  Crying because of all the emails i got Wednesday and Thursday&lt;br /&gt;15.  Dan Duncan heart grew 3 sizes that day!  He embraced his class and helped us win!&lt;br /&gt;16.  Brandon Browns CRAZY catch in dodgeball&lt;br /&gt;17.  The boys rockin it old school wearing our CCB t-shirts from freshman year!!&lt;br /&gt;18.  The Big Brothers Big Sisters women crying after she saw how much money we raised!&lt;br /&gt;19.  Rasing 11,000 dollars for such an amazing organization&lt;br /&gt;20.  Seeing Ashley Kimmel jump back after like we were on fire after we told her how much money we raised&lt;br /&gt;21.  Ben Lindle and the Tug-o-War contest&lt;br /&gt;22.  Having my class passionatly wanting to win&lt;br /&gt;23.  Having "long-distance" Vessels help us win anyway we can.&lt;br /&gt;24. Having my email box flooded with Vessel emails!&lt;br /&gt;25.  "Abby and the Wonders" Bringing Ace of Base back!&lt;br /&gt;26.  And so many more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who showed up!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111091607420015763?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111091607420015763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111091607420015763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111091607420015763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111091607420015763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-believe-we-are-what-is-called.html' title='I believe we are what is called a dynasty'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-111016400579096416</id><published>2005-03-06T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:54:52.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beffers</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentleman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend in the whole world has gotten a blog!  &lt;br /&gt;Laura Beth Ludwick... This is going to be interesting to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;I've decided my next entry will be about the day we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauraludwick.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe I'm so excited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-111016400579096416?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111016400579096416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=111016400579096416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111016400579096416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/111016400579096416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/03/beffers.html' title='Beffers'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-110998485588981436</id><published>2005-03-04T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:00:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aahhh that's the spot...</title><content type='html'>I love a good conversation&lt;br /&gt;I love talking and exchanging ideas&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing things in a different light&lt;br /&gt;Or from a different point of view&lt;br /&gt;I love giggling&lt;br /&gt;Hearing another person's story&lt;br /&gt;gives me a thrill&lt;br /&gt;I come alive after a good conversation&lt;br /&gt;I've had lots of good conversations&lt;br /&gt;here are some examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out side a Noco gas station&lt;br /&gt;Kristy and I went there many a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a dying street light in the West Jessamine Parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Kristen and I had to adjust to our shifted reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars at Red River Gorge&lt;br /&gt;Praising my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a laudry mat&lt;br /&gt;Joel and I just doing what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dairy queen&lt;br /&gt;Being challenge to grow by the wonderful Cassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a basketball court late at night&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Waffle House&lt;br /&gt;with ian hearing a different point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the beach in New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Praising my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a gourmet pizzaeria&lt;br /&gt;With Emmy!  Her being my hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't funny that even in the stangests of places we can do what we do&lt;br /&gt;...exchange thoughts&lt;br /&gt;...transform ideas&lt;br /&gt;...laugh&lt;br /&gt;...understand each other&lt;br /&gt;...examine the world&lt;br /&gt;...praise Jesus&lt;br /&gt;...love one another&lt;br /&gt;...challange ourselves and others&lt;br /&gt;...building relationships&lt;br /&gt;....that is what we do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know we could do all that in the silliest of places??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110998485588981436?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110998485588981436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110998485588981436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110998485588981436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110998485588981436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/03/aahhh-thats-spot.html' title='aahhh that&apos;s the spot...'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-110662962568467852</id><published>2005-01-24T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:49:58.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can dreams be too small?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking alot about dreams recently.&lt;br /&gt;More specifically i've been thinking about the size of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that you can dream to small.&lt;br /&gt;I disagree I don't think you can dream too big nor too small.&lt;br /&gt;A dream is your hearts desire and how can that be measured?&lt;br /&gt;For example, if your dream is to work at starbucks for a time&lt;br /&gt;and that dream makes you come alive and gives you a charge&lt;br /&gt;How is that too be small?&lt;br /&gt;If something that makes you come alive and&lt;br /&gt;something that you are passionate about&lt;br /&gt;how can that be too small?&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do think you can not live up to your potential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to work at starbucks because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are afraid of what your heart is telling you well that's just silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110662962568467852?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110662962568467852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110662962568467852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110662962568467852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110662962568467852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/01/can-dreams-be-too-small.html' title='Can dreams be too small?'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-110646200902902822</id><published>2005-01-22T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:33:29.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's met the one</title><content type='html'>He's my one of my closest friends so...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;He met the one.&lt;br /&gt;He saw her and knew.&lt;br /&gt;He pursued it&lt;br /&gt;He pursued her.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't resist him.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to miss out&lt;br /&gt;on the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;Now everything changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110646200902902822?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110646200902902822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110646200902902822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110646200902902822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110646200902902822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/01/hes-met-one.html' title='He&apos;s met the one'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-110615875420169507</id><published>2005-01-19T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:19:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oopps...</title><content type='html'>So I totally forgot about that i had this let alone updating it sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is good, i need a job any ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview over Christmas break and it went really well.&lt;br /&gt;They want me back for a second interview!  AAHH I could be a real big person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... Who read this anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110615875420169507?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110615875420169507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110615875420169507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110615875420169507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110615875420169507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2005/01/oopps.html' title='oopps...'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-110360741532459353</id><published>2004-12-20T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:36:55.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>I had said a while ago that every once and a while and I would post an entry totally dedicated to someone.  Well it's about that time.  No it's not about Laura my best friend even though she's complained saying I don't love her because I don't write about her in my blog.  Her tribute will come later.  I promise Bethers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today... well tonight's tribute is to my roommate.  Stasi Havener.  She graduated this december and I'm going to miss her terribly.  In fact she didn't come back to school because she was working the olympics in greece and everyone at school said I was an empty shell of a person and its' true i was!  I mean I had other reason to be so dispondent but I MISSED HER.  Anyway, She was the best roommate I ever had.  She was my Rory to my crazy Loralai tendancies and she was my Loralai to my Sookiesque quirkiness.  She always calmed me down and still loved me when i was throwing a hissy fit.  She taught me so much about being selfless and just loving other unconditionally.  She also knows more words than Mr. Webster, himself.  She makes me laugh and smile even when i don't want to.  She and I have great witty banter.  She's simply the greatest.   My mom calls her the great blessing.   I want to be as cool as her when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask Stasi what she wants to do when she grows up, she says she wants to change the world.  Just to be someone who makes a difference in the world around them, even if that means being the mother to the next Billy Graham.  She never needs or wants credit she just wants to make a difference.  There isn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that she won't change the world.  She is just such an amazing women who just wants to be jesus to people.  I am so blessed just to say that I know her and got to be a part of her story.  I am so lucky that I can watch how Jesus is going to use her to advance the kingdom for his glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has become one of my best friends and I'll always treasure the memories we made at school and I am looking forward to making new memories.  I'm excited to see where she goes and starts to change the world.  Thank you Stasi for being you and never apologize to anyone for that.  I love you so much.  You'll never truly realize how much you amaze me and how thankful and blessed i am to be considered your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110360741532459353?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110360741532459353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110360741532459353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110360741532459353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110360741532459353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/12/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-110358237893564822</id><published>2004-12-20T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:39:38.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm an awful person because I haven't updated in like a billizon years.  I have no excuse.  Please forgive me, you are all far better people than I.  But much has happend and I got  to overwhelmed to share so I just ignored it.  But since I am now on Christmas break I hope to be filling you in more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night my sister (Jessie) and her husband (Tim) were in town visiting for Christmas.  So we went over to my brother, (Jeff's) house and he was there with his wife (sue) who i just adore.  Anyway, Sue started talking about how she knew she was going to marry Jeff and then Jeff filled in his side and Jess and Tim did the same then they talked about there wedding day and night... (eew).  Anyway, we had a blast with only a minor scuffle between Jessie and I.  But I was a little sad, because I didn't have that story yet.  Then I started to think about it and I got really excited, someday i was going to have that story of how i just knew.  Then I realized that there is a lot of my own story that has to be filled in before my story is to be filled with someone else's.  I still have a lot of me time and me story and i'm excited for is the rest of the me story.  I think i'm even more excited to be married and to be in love is because of the night where I heard the story of the two lives becoming one.  I can't wait for this person to meet my family and we can just laugh with Jess &amp; Tim and Jeff &amp;amp; Sue.  My family is so amazing I can't wait for them to share in &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; part of my story.  Because as excited as I am to be a Katie &amp; someone  I just want that bond with my siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rambled a little, but that's kinda how i work... I hope this makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110358237893564822?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110358237893564822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110358237893564822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110358237893564822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110358237893564822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-story.html' title='my story'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-110089010071950780</id><published>2004-11-19T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:48:20.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPARKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you kiddo!!&lt;/em&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/6565517-110089010071950780?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110089010071950780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110089010071950780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110089010071950780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110089010071950780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-110036115999791052</id><published>2004-11-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T07:52:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions for thought</title><content type='html'>First off i can never tell if my sister likes me, but today i'm going to go with a big no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's my questions....&lt;br /&gt;Why that because I am a 22 year old single female that it's such an awful thing that I am single?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a sign on my back that says incomplete, please help?&lt;br /&gt;Do look so unhappy that the only solution is to set me up with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Why does singleness equal bad? Why is the first thing out of so many people's mouths "Are you seeing someone yet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just very frustrating and when I explain I like being single and to leave me alone.  I'm too sensative.... ugh.  I'm at the point to pay someone to date me so that Jess will leave me alone...anytakers????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-110036115999791052?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110036115999791052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=110036115999791052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110036115999791052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/110036115999791052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/11/questions-for-thought.html' title='Questions for thought'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109902264780271414</id><published>2004-10-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:04:07.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice poem</title><content type='html'>Although I don't live in the greater Buffalo area, I still consider myself a Buffaloian.  This is a lovely poem I got from a friend of mine.  I love it!  It caputres the heart of my city! ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Am from Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;I call them chicken wings&lt;br /&gt; I drink Labatt Blue and Molsen Canadian&lt;br /&gt;I eat Mighty Taco not Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;Its snow, I don't freak out the second white flakes start to fall&lt;br /&gt;Ted's Hot Dogs, Aunt Rosie's Loganberry, Bison Chip Dip and Chiavetta's Chicken&lt;br /&gt;La Nova pizzeria is owned by the Jacobi crime family&lt;br /&gt;I call it pop, not soda.&lt;br /&gt;Its a sucker not a lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;4 am is an early night out. One word...Chippewa.&lt;br /&gt;I need a fake ID at 15, but I don't need one at 19; I go to Canada. The very mention of the Memorial Auditorium brings a tear to my eye. I lived through Wide Right, The Forward Pass, No Goal&lt;br /&gt;I am from BUFFALO! And if you can pronounce "scajaquada" you probably are too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109902264780271414?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109902264780271414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109902264780271414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109902264780271414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109902264780271414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/10/nice-poem.html' title='A nice poem'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109881790990618174</id><published>2004-10-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:11:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God, the Master, The Holy of Israel, has this solemn counsel: "Your salvation requires you to turn back to me and stop your silly efforts to save yourselves. Your strength will come from settling down in complete dependence on me - The very thing you've been unwilling to do. Isaiah 30:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109881790990618174?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109881790990618174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109881790990618174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109881790990618174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109881790990618174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/10/verse.html' title='Verse'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109876703603432604</id><published>2004-10-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:03:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite men in the world always says&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy the journey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for a while now I haven't been. At all. In fact I was hating every step, every encounter with anyone, everyday was filled with a sense of frustration. I hid it from all my friends quite well because I'm Katie and giddy and silly is what I do best. But truth be told something was wrong with me. I didn't like it and I knew it was me and not everyone else. I knew it was possible for everyone to turn dumb. I knew something was wrong but I just couldn't figure out what. So I started talking... To myself mostly trying to figure things out. To retrace my steps to figure out when I started feeling this way. It was depression like, I was about ready to go see a counselor and have them fix me. Then I got a clue, I was talking to an old friend on the phone and he asked me how I was and I knew he really wanted to know and I said I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm still in a state of morning of losing Dave Rey. BANG that was it I knew that's when everything started to change for me. I had my starting point now I just had to figure out what the f happened.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my sisters house to try to work it all out and pray and to start again. Which was good and I had a nice relaxing weekend but not much reflection happened. Then Wensday chapel comes around and it was a student chapel. I was excited because I would get to hear Travis Spann's testimony, which I had been wanting to all semester. The chapel was entitled "real surrender" ENTER JESUS HITTING ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A SPIRITUAL TWO BY FOUR. It was as if my eyes were finally opened and I saw what I had been doing all this time. I try to take on my life by myself and I became lonely and dumb and bitter. I was in darkness up until that point. I forgot that the Lord wants to take my junk, and I need to surrender daily. I forgot how exciting a life is supposed to be when you are following Jesus. I forgot that God is good. I simply didn't remember and I tried to take on my problems and battles all on my own AND IT WON'T WORK.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm on this new journey to a new and improved Katie. I am on this journey to passionately pursue my Lord. To surrender daily because you can't run after God if you have too much baggage. So that's where I'm at right now. That's also why I haven't updated in a long time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109876703603432604?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109876703603432604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109876703603432604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109876703603432604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109876703603432604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/10/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109752795634430724</id><published>2004-10-11T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:52:36.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>Best conversation of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I like him, but he's perfect.... ugh&lt;br /&gt;Bex: KATIE! he's not perfect he'd be perfect if he liked you... now he's just dumb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109752795634430724?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109752795634430724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109752795634430724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109752795634430724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109752795634430724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/10/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109744652518132579</id><published>2004-10-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T15:15:25.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>So I know I haven't updated in a long time.  But I have been very busy.  With school stuff and VP stuff and just life stuff...whew... I'm just happy its sunday a nice day of rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Kristen's mom, 2 aunts, and Nanny came down to celebrate Kristen's birthday!!  We had a great time!  I'm so happy they let me be a part of the family.  Aunt Bonnie and I had some really good conversations, I just love her.  She and I are very similar in personality and in the way we think.  But I would have to say the best part of the weekend was a tie.  First when we were at Bella Nota for dinner and Papa J was praying for the meal, we were all holding hands,  and Buz (our waiter and dear friend) came over and got in the circle to pray with us.  It made my heart swell so much.  Second was when I was helping give the tour of a quiet place (The Jenkins retreat center)  and Aunt Jan and Aunt Bonnie both said "Katie, you're just bursting with love for this place..."  because it's true.  But I don't think I've ever realized how much until that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just had a long week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was homecoming, and since I was on the homecoming committee I had to be at everything and had to help set up and tear down the majority of events.  So this weekend I was running around like a mad women.  It was intense.  But it went smoothly and Justin Meeker who was in charge of it all was AMAMZING!!!  He did such a great job!!  I was proud to be on his committee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't anything special but I've got a lot on my mind right now so I'm trying to work through all that and then when I figure it all out I'll write more witty banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH MY MOM READS MY BLOG!!!!!! AND SHE LIKES IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOO  I can die happy now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109744652518132579?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109744652518132579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109744652518132579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109744652518132579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109744652518132579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/10/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109631741944826249</id><published>2004-09-27T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:36:59.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my brain </title><content type='html'>I got back my Physical Science test today....  not so good.  In fact it was horrible, but that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;My brain knows what I need to know and what I don't need to know.  So when it came test time for physical science, my brain was like "Katie, you don't need to know this crap* (except my brain swore because it has a dirty mouth) Don't worry I'll remember the stuff you do need to know, the important information for success in life.  I can't be bothered to waste my precious storage space.  Trust me, just let me do my job." And frankly who's to argue with a brain!  You really can't.  So I'm just going to trust my brain from now on!  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109631741944826249?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109631741944826249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109631741944826249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109631741944826249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109631741944826249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-my-brain.html' title='I love my brain '/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109617741892146336</id><published>2004-09-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T22:43:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep... Do da do da&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep... Oh the do da day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT there is my song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have Micheal Finnegan stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;What a redundant song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109617741892146336?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109617741892146336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109617741892146336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109617741892146336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109617741892146336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109596680493899065</id><published>2004-09-23T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:13:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>I guess I am just confused...&lt;br /&gt;Things I don't understand~&lt;br /&gt;*how I got so blessed&lt;br /&gt;    ...with my friendships&lt;br /&gt;    ...with my education&lt;br /&gt;    ...with my life&lt;br /&gt;    ...with my family&lt;br /&gt;    ...with my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't deserve any of it   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109596680493899065?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109596680493899065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109596680493899065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109596680493899065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109596680493899065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109577938201493534</id><published>2004-09-21T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T08:09:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no crying in baseball"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night the "Uh Ohs" had a softball game.  The Uh Ohs are a bunch of girls that lived on my hall last year.  They are wonderful and we always have fun when we play.  First let me give you a little history lesson.  We are called the Uh Ohs because we only have 2 black players on our team it we're like an inside out Oreo. hehehe.  I love it!! Another point of information is that no one ever really comes to girls intermural softball games.  So we're out there playing have a great time and we're only down by three runs, which is a feat for our team.  I get up to bat and I hear all this cheer... coming from the stands... I'm totally lost at this point because when we started there were only two people in the stands a guy reading a magazine and the scorekeeper.  So I turn around and there are a big group of my friends!!!  It was awesome I have the greatest friends ever!  I thought about crying but then I realized there is no crying in baseball.  So I didn't!!  Thanks everyone who came to watch!!  Thanks Uh Ohs for letting me play with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109577938201493534?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109577938201493534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109577938201493534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109577938201493534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109577938201493534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/theres-no-crying-in-baseball.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no crying in baseball&quot;'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109553057718391639</id><published>2004-09-18T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T11:02:57.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best email ever</title><content type='html'>This is an email I got from my supervisor from this summer Peter Hughes.  He's British and the funniest man ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K T - home girl.......wazzuuuup? I got your e-mail in work but decided to wait till I got home and lay some of the Hughes humor on ya!&lt;br /&gt;Big white rapper in da house wid da mouse.......rollin da dice wid da mice....gettin sticky wid da mickey....word up!........rodent in da bin........he be no longer livin'.....Y'all.&lt;br /&gt;YO YO YO HAH!&lt;br /&gt;OK I have to stop now all this rappin and bustin moves at my age is very tiring and somewhat dangerous. Plus, I look really silly! Good to hear from you and to see your still working hard - remember it'sall about the attention to detail - feel the force Luke!&lt;br /&gt;Yes lunch with 'the chemist' and Jeff is wonderful - I bring a newspaper in now and just get them rolling so I can read in peace. It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Good afternoon"&lt;br /&gt;Drone boy: "Ah yes... Good afternoon - look at my fruit - LOOK AT IT DAMN YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "OK relax Dude, nice peach ..or whatever that thing is"&lt;br /&gt;Drone Boy: "You know there are no words for Good afternoon in Swahili - When I lived in Africa working for 'Poison R Us' chemical conglomerate we used to use gestures......a common way to communicate in the grass lands, but I'm sure you did not know that being an inferior."&lt;br /&gt;Peter (turning to the sports page) "Well ...er what ...I ...."&lt;br /&gt;Drone Boy: "Please do not interrupt me - anyway, hey Jeff you may know this company they had a division up in ...oh where is it now ...yes exit 16A off the new Jersey Turnpike....hang a third left onto ...er yes route 3 south ...after that you get onto 17 past that bakery there on the left..."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: "YES YES I know exactly where it is ...why I have been there several times on sales calls - I enjoyed the many minorites that lived in that area I really liked to stereotype them through my pompous arrogant desparately republican rose colored glasses......AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA........snort.........AHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...............oh dear me, I am so funny...HA HAHAHAHAHAHAH"&lt;br /&gt;Drone boy: " Yes well I had a freind who used to work there ...his name was ..Tony...yes Tony Bergen....nice guy we were nieghbors for a while...do you know him?"&lt;br /&gt;Peter (eyes glazed over already) " Er no ...why would I know a guy that....."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: "Me niether....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...look at this sandwich I mean jeez...talk about too much meat......AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Drone Boy: Keeping his stoic _expression and monotone voice: "Yes well he was a really nice guy used to run the P317 stamp guild wumpa extractor calorie enhancer machine.....huge thing that took up half the square footage of the blah blah blah de blah blah blah............etc.....................etc&lt;br /&gt;20 mins later:&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway where was I? Ah yes back in the grass lands well we used to have to stand with one pants leg rolled up whistle the theme tune to the sound of music and hit ourselves in the head with the blunt end of a spear to gesture good afternoon to the Swahili masses...it was really very interesting".&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: "Hey I could use a spear now and then at my church meetings....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Wow, did you see Dilbert today?, he's funny?&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: "No I do not read Dilbert...AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH...but I have really bad rash................AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Drone boy: Dilbert ....yes I used to work with a guy called Dilbert at Acme Chemical in Bulgaria.....nice guy I have an interesting story about him......Originally we worked together in Cincinatti ...Jeff you must know the plant off of route 75 east, or was it west......&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: OOH.....OOH...me sir please, choose me...I know, I know where it is!...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;For the next 20 mins they argue, speaking over each other with a mix of equally boring, barely related stories and with much labor and excrutiating detail about exact location and square footage of a facility in Cincinatti that 99.99998 percent of the populus of the world do not care about!&lt;br /&gt;Peter, despite his efforts to resist is dangerously close to the black hole - the tennis match of story after story, the last more incredibly boring than the previous. The only break in the hypnotic monotony is the hysterical insane laughter seperating Jeffs inane ability to make the same point six different ways. It's now too late, Peter is too far into the gravitational pull - in an obvious trance he takes the samuari sword out of the 'safeway' lunch bag his wife carefully prepared for him and yelling "I can't take it anymore ...goodbye cruel world" he plunges it deep into his chest. He disapears into the bliss of quiet oblivion to the diminishing sound of Jeff laughing like a hyena and Drone boy starting a 'very interesting' story about when he lived in Japan and knew a guy who had a sword just like that one sticking out of Peter's chest...what was his name now....ah yes Kamokkotu Hakikahki...nice guy ...lived in New york for a while...Jeff you may know the place he worked at ...Off the throughway north of new York......blah blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;Fade to Black&lt;br /&gt;Next thing Peter is facing the white light - damn I left my shades in the car!&lt;br /&gt;Then the voice - "Peter - even though you doubted my existence and you took your own life - I forgive you, welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Holy crap...er oh damn I mean...crap.....OH MY GOD ...shit.....OH Thank God...er I mean thankyou sir or m'am or whatever ...OK I'll shut up now ..sorry, but hey you gave me this stupid mouth........OK I'll stop now...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;The voice: "Good desicion.....Peter you will be placed in the extended acclimation program...really extended!...before you can enter the kingdom you will spend a hundred years in this program - by then you should have figured it out, Mr. logic!&lt;br /&gt;Peter " Yes Sir, thank you sir ..bless you sir...oops...I guess no one can bless you can they?...Damn I screwed up again ...shit I said Damn.......damn I said shit....OK I need to shut up again don't I?"&lt;br /&gt;The voice: "Yes, yes you do, and lets make it two hundred years. You have been accepted because even though you doubted me you lived your life with Christian values - such as the time you helped Katie at Abbey! and trust me what a piece of work - she's gonna need all the help she can get down there!&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Yeah I know - she'll do great though ...Ha but I remember one time when she......&lt;br /&gt;The voice: SILENCE - I know she will do fine, I planned it doofuss - but I have no time for your rememberances - I have cardio kick box in 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Doofuss!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice: Yes one of the better words I invented - not a curse but gets the point accross&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Allmighty then - er I mean allrighty then.&lt;br /&gt;The voice: But you have to go back!&lt;br /&gt;Peter: What?&lt;br /&gt;Yes: The plan was for you to draw the sword and slay Drone Boy and Sir laughalot, not kill yourself...doofuss&lt;br /&gt;Peter: OH I see ..but wait what about "yo shalt not kill"&lt;br /&gt;The voice: "It's 'thou' or I'll even accept 'thy' my son but not YO......make it three hundred years. However, I do make exceptions and as they are the most annoying people on earth I want them dead....do you agree to do this for me?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Er...OK ..you are da man.....NO ....wait I see what your doing, this is a test isn't it? No sir I refuse to kill anyone.&lt;br /&gt;The voice: You got me, well done!.. lets make it four hundred years&lt;br /&gt;Peter: D'OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109553057718391639?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109553057718391639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109553057718391639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109553057718391639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109553057718391639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-email-ever.html' title='Best email ever'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109504040141911951</id><published>2004-09-12T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:53:21.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>So Laura Beth loves the Gilmore Girls, and Kristen always seems to have it on in her room but I never got into it.... until recently.... Last night Kristen had it on again and I started watching it and the next thing I know it's me, Kristen and my roommate and the Gilmore Girls all hanging out at 2 AM!!!!!!  I couldn't help it I'm addicted.  I love it, I love Loralai and her wit and Rory and her concentration.  I love Suki and her Enthusiasm.  I want to live in Star Hollow with all the trees.  The characters are crazy but just crazy enough to be believable.  To be like that one person you remember from home. &lt;br /&gt;The witty bantor makes me giddy, the amazing relationship Rory and Loralai have brings me joy, the way Luke looks at Loralai makes my heart melt in hopes I might receive that look....&lt;br /&gt;The whole show sends me to a Euphoric place.  I mean it ranks up there with 7th Heaven and Boy meets world.  It's like catnip!  Watch it, you'll love it... unless you don't.... than don't watch it and live an empty life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109504040141911951?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109504040141911951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109504040141911951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109504040141911951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109504040141911951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109482408013830045</id><published>2004-09-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T06:48:00.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like Asprin</title><content type='html'>I have an analogy I'd like to toss out to this cyber world.  Who ever you are....&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a steady stream of devotions in... far too long.  It's not that I don't like to read in the Word it's simply I don't.  Here comes my analogy&lt;br /&gt;It's like when  I wake up and you have a headache the first idea that comes to me is "I should take some Asprin, because it always makes me feel better."  But I don't I try everything else, laying down, listening to soothing music, getting rid of the horrible florcent lights, using a warm washcloth,  finally after a full day or sometimes days of being horrible pain and frustration I break down and take the Asprin and true to form I feel better right away.  Now if I just would have taken it in the first place I would have felt and and wasted much less time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I feel when I don't read my Bible.  Somethings not right, I can feel it, so I think "I should read the Bible that always helps."  But I don't I try everything else and nothing works.  It's just like Asprin It works everytime.  But instead I try everything my way and I trying everything under the sun to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just take the Asprin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109482408013830045?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109482408013830045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109482408013830045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109482408013830045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109482408013830045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-like-asprin.html' title='It&apos;s like Asprin'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109470207787185447</id><published>2004-09-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T20:54:37.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an odd day?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such an odd day, because some parts of it were absolutely wonderful and other parts were absolutely horrible. So below is a list of high lights and low lights of my very odd day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High Lights:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. I got to ride a horse!&lt;br /&gt; 2. His name was Sparky! hehe and that was Brian's nickname this summer&lt;br /&gt; 3. I got to see Jamie Young and have a good chat with her&lt;br /&gt;4. Justin Meeker called me friend&lt;br /&gt;5. Having Maron help me with my horse, I love that girl&lt;br /&gt;6. Fo Shizzle 13 - 2 victory&lt;br /&gt;7. Finding out an article I wrote last semester got an award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Low Lights:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finding out it wasn't my article but another girl named Katie...&lt;br /&gt;2. My car is broken again, actually, i don't know if it ever got fixed...&lt;br /&gt;3. Crying because i had to tell my dad my car was still broken...&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting rained on...&lt;br /&gt;5. classes and meetings day all and i'm not exaggerating either about all day here's my schedule 9:25 -10:40 - sports management&lt;br /&gt;10:45 -12 Sharping your people skills II (a leadership seminar)&lt;br /&gt;12- 12:30 lunch&lt;br /&gt;12:45 -2:25 Horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;2:30 - 3:20 on the phone with the car guy trying to work out the problems with my car&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - 5:30 physical science lab&lt;br /&gt;5:30 - 6:30 free time aka dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:30 - 9 TV studio&lt;br /&gt;9 -10:15 Special events committee meeting&lt;br /&gt;10:15 -11 Fo Shizzle softball game&lt;br /&gt;whew.... so a lot happend today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109470207787185447?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109470207787185447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109470207787185447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109470207787185447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109470207787185447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-odd-day_08.html' title='What an odd day?'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109461417602430580</id><published>2004-09-07T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:29:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://piecesofmythoughts.blogspot.com"&gt;READ THIS!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link to my friend Annie's blog and she's just so amazing!  wow I wish to think that deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109461417602430580?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109461417602430580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109461417602430580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109461417602430580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109461417602430580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109397960147936250</id><published>2004-08-31T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:43:22.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love history</title><content type='html'>This weekend, not only did Sparky (or Brian) come to visit, I got to hang out with some of my favorite people in the world! These people are my family, not by blood but by heart. It was the Darlene and Joe Peters and Darlene's son Tommy Swart. Then my blood family Jess, Tim and my moms. It's actually crazy how all our lives are woven together. Darlene and Joe met at Jess and Tim's wedding and Joe has been like a 2nd dad to Tim while Darlene has been like a 2nd mom to Jessica and myself. So it was just a wonderful weekend. Living with the Nielsen's was one of the greatest summers ever! I wouldn't exchange it for the world. But there was one thing I missed, and that was the history of my life. I missed being with people I had so much history with. Darlene can tell you about the day I was born. Tommy and I always joke about my themed birthday parties. So Saturday night was just a night of full of history and I love history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109397960147936250?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109397960147936250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109397960147936250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109397960147936250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109397960147936250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-love-history.html' title='I love history'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109391324774791104</id><published>2004-08-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:47:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>I hate goodbyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109391324774791104?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109391324774791104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109391324774791104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109391324774791104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109391324774791104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109362678164077577</id><published>2004-08-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:13:01.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPEE</title><content type='html'>SPARKY COMES TODAY!!!!   YIPPEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109362678164077577?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109362678164077577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109362678164077577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109362678164077577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109362678164077577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/yippee.html' title='YIPPEE'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109347356182751081</id><published>2004-08-25T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:43:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this world coming to?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are just some things in life that make me go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT THE F?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://datetosave.com/index.shtml"&gt;This is one of them!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tilt your head in confusion and pain and join my "WHAT THE F?" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109347356182751081?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109347356182751081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109347356182751081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109347356182751081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109347356182751081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-is-this-world-coming-to.html' title='What is this world coming to?!?!?!?'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109346678737056961</id><published>2004-08-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:46:27.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributes</title><content type='html'>My cousin thinks my blog is hilarious!  I'm so pumped!  Tanya is so cute! &lt;br /&gt;That made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109346678737056961?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109346678737056961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109346678737056961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109346678737056961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109346678737056961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/tributes.html' title='Tributes'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109340446043480809</id><published>2004-08-24T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:27:40.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>hello I'm bad crazy busy!! &lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know I miss you&lt;br /&gt;all soo much.  I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Know this:  This summer was the best ever&lt;br /&gt;and you all mean so much to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109340446043480809?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109340446043480809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109340446043480809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109340446043480809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109340446043480809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109286357668019338</id><published>2004-08-18T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T16:34:56.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One last adventure...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile and I'm sorry. A lot has happend and it takes some time for me to process it. First Kristen, Em Hutch (my freakin' hero) , and I spent the weekend on an adventure. Friday and Saturday we went to LBI it was wonderful!! We just had a blast. We went tubing and swimming and the waves were HUGE!! It took some persuading to get Em to go in the water but after she did we giggled the whole time we were in! Tubing was a great because the water was like glass so smoothe! Blake and Brian went wake boarding I love watching those boys doing what they love because their whole face lights up!! Brian's grin was huge, it does my heart good. Then Sunday we went to the early service at Church and the guest speaker used to be jewish and lived and Israel under a palm tree. Fun times!! then we took the train up to NYC just for the simple purpose to buy purses. We had fun but could find no purses, but the company was well worth the 15 dollars in train fare. So that was mine and Kristen's big adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbyes and the Twilight zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was a pool party, the last one of the summer. Kristen said her formal goodbyes to the group. These kids are truely awesome I loved just watching them and getting to know some of them. I've been truly blessed by all them and they don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the shock of a lifetime when a certain someone apologized for being a moron. It was like I was in the twilight zone. It was a pleasant surprise. Now I have a new friend. neat.&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm tired of writing and I need to go back more...ugh I hate packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109286357668019338?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109286357668019338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109286357668019338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109286357668019338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109286357668019338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-last-adventure.html' title='One last adventure...'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109241453781774108</id><published>2004-08-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:08:54.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another list...</title><content type='html'>I totally stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=iloveunclejesse"&gt;Em Hutch &lt;/a&gt;who is the coolest!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: I think Lauren Massey, but def. Laura Ludwick since we were 9!!&lt;br /&gt;First real memory of something: Josh Burns chasing me up a tree!&lt;br /&gt;First Job: Washing Dishes for my dad when I was like 8 getting paid in chicken wings!!&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: Italyprincess34&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased album: New Kids on the Block&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: My Great Unlce Bob&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Quincy the best dog EVER! Buttercup the best cat ever&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: I was ten when I got my ears peirced for the first time&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: Visa&lt;br /&gt;First true love: Quincy the best dog EVER&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: One of my siblings...it varied everyday. They took turns tormenting and protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;First concert: My sisters 5th grade chorus concert&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: I drove home for my Birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: July 3rd - 10th after Dave died&lt;br /&gt;Last library book: hahaha, I took my favorite kids book "Misty" at college and then I kept it so long it was late! oops&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: Princess Diaries 2 mmm..... Chris Pine&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Diet Ice Tea with lemon&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: mmm Chris Pine....&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Laura but didn't return it...jerk....&lt;br /&gt;Last TV show watched: NFL football Ravons vs. Falcons&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: 6:45 this morning!&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: my once white work shoes that are now orangeish&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played: Simon and Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: you want me to mention my unmentionables??!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: my pink tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER ONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Katie&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: August 1st 1982&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: @ work..shhh&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5’5-ish” I'm shrinking!&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- Your heritage: Italian that's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: work shoes&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: dimples and winks....&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: chicken finger or classic pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: always be content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- Your most over used phrase on MSN/AIM: :-D&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: "when can I go back to sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: tie between my eyes and nose&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: whenever i can&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: whatevers on sale....&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate because that's what Jesus would like better&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;- Cuss: when I need to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: Not if I want people to still love me&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: yes because otherwise you could deep fry thing in my hear&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: I love Em's comment "I’ve been in stupid… "&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: I'm in college and almsot done! EEEKKK&lt;br /&gt;-- Liked high school: si&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: "I do" I'm practicing...hehe&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: most days&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: rarely&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: really really really ridiculously good looking… It's just to good to change.&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: far from it&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parent(s): They are my heroes&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: word&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 6 past months...&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: well I am an alcoholic...right Greg??&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: no Smoking makes me want to have ceisures&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: right, ask Brian how i feel about drugs&lt;br /&gt;-- Had Sex: not to my knowlegde&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: gosh i'm a loser...no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: hehehe yes!&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall: word&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: never ew&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: negative ghost writer&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: I watched my mom and ate the cookie dough does that count?&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: nadda&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: not in the past 6 months&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: probably by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: don’t remember, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: no, cant say that I have&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": WHAT THE F DOES THAT MEAN&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: but of course&lt;br /&gt;-- Shop Lifted: I think by accident&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: do wish need water??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: whenever Jesus says so&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: 1st Boy~ Bradley Edward and 2nd boy~ David something&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: the groom showing up&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: it would be cool to go out hero style....&lt;br /&gt;-- Where you want to go to college: Asbury College which is good because it's where I go&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: i want to be asking myself "what do i want to be when I grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: All of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this list doesn't have a layer four??  what the!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the weekend!!!  I'm pumped!! It's going to kick butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109241453781774108?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109241453781774108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109241453781774108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109241453781774108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109241453781774108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-list.html' title='Another list...'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109240866225678683</id><published>2004-08-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T07:51:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is the THIRD birthday of the cutest boy in the entire world and I'm not biased at all.  It's a simple fact that my nephew Chase David is the cutest boy EVER!!!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109240866225678683?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109240866225678683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109240866225678683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109240866225678683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109240866225678683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109233975041487659</id><published>2004-08-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:42:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the British</title><content type='html'>"I know of which...Is.. I speak... I know....I can't stop...What's wrong with me?!?!  OH NO I know I had Mountain Dew, Just wait in 20 minutes I'll probably be in a coma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peter Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109233975041487659?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109233975041487659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109233975041487659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109233975041487659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109233975041487659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-love-british.html' title='I love the British'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109232661900224817</id><published>2004-08-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:30:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>Kristen &amp;amp; I saw Princess Diaries 2 last night. I know what you're going to ask and the answer is yes we were the only non-parents over the age of 12 in there. Laugh all you want... go ahead... take your time...&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;OK that's too long jerk. Anyway, I found this movie very entertaining. Except for the occasionally times when you are like "dear God this is such a disney movie...help" It quite good and very moral. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;Reason to not like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;1. Julie Andrews wardrobe, it was pretty much hideous, but being such a lover a Julie Andrews I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; believe that these awful outfits were in the fine print of her contract and she had no choice but to wear these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The presense of Raven. Now I have nothing against the girl she was just useless and you never really knew who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Raven singing, I mean Was She was trying to take the place of Julie Andrews... come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There was a poodle... ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's quite disneyesque at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason TO see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The 1-liners.... "I like change.... I'm thinking of growing a mustache... "&lt;br /&gt;OR "Your highness... I just want you to know I'd take a bullet for you."&lt;br /&gt;Queen: "well that's nice...must interns won't even fetch me my tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The cutest of Julie Andrews, seriously the women sang for this movie!!! You just want to cry. Julie Andrews You are now my hero....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chris Pine is a beautiful creature of the Lord. Way to go Jesus on creating this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's ball room dancing and dancing by a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chris Pine is a hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gimli is in this movie...sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who doesn't love a good sequal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did I mention Chris Pine???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SHE WINKS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who doesn't love to smile? because I think this movie will do that too you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chris Pine 'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109232661900224817?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109232661900224817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109232661900224817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109232661900224817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109232661900224817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109173271103728746</id><published>2004-08-05T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T05:25:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might be a stalker</title><content type='html'>So I've tried to post this blog like 7o times and this is my last try otherwise I might throw my computer out the window. But I made a comment on some kids blog and I don't even know him. I felt kinda stalkerish while doing it but I'm not right??? RIGHT?? hmm.. I mean, he made fun of the Bills and that's just not right something needed to be done... Right?? No? shoot...&lt;br /&gt;OH Well too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109173271103728746?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109173271103728746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109173271103728746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109173271103728746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109173271103728746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-i-might-be-stalker.html' title='I think I might be a stalker'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109171846195009592</id><published>2004-08-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T05:31:37.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/Kristen"&gt;Kristen's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Sit....Read...Relax...and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;In the United States: A cabin overlooking Red River Gorge Or a beach house at LBI.&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide? Somewhere in Italy, Not France I don't like France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT?S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;My Genesseo hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT?S THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Kristen bought me Simon and Garfunkels’ greatest hits AND The Mighty Ducks 2 sound track Don't laugh you know you're just jealous. Does that count?? if not then I think I bought the FIRST Noarah Jones CD and before that it was WOW'98.  Can you tell I don't buy CDs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;Normally 6:15(ish) but since I turned both my alarms off this morning IN MY SLEEP (seriously who does that?!?)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my lazy butt out of bed till 6:55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT?S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the stove because that's where my mom's cookies come from and well chocolate chip Penny cookies are from the Good Lord himself For serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Could I saying singing on key?? No? ok then it's a tie for the piano or the harp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Red, I have a theory on favorite colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR BMW?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have a jeep??? no? BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Yup Heaven AND Hell, but I'll be kickin' with Jesus. Want to join me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE CHILDREN?S BOOK?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh gosh the pressure...umm...Misty of Chicotege (I know it's spelled wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;br /&gt;Indian Summer when the leaves are changing and it smells like fall but it's still warm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to fly and swim underwater for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;No Tattoo...I'm thinking about it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah about as well as I can sing... *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. NAME ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO?&lt;br /&gt;Dave Rey and I think we would dance too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT?S YOUR FAVORITE DAY&lt;br /&gt;Of the week: Friday, Simply because it's the freaken' weekend baby and i'm 'bout to have me some fun&lt;br /&gt;Ever: Tie between the day my nephews were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT?S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?&lt;br /&gt;A bag of GoodWill Clothes, Roller blades a spare tire, and I'm pretty sure a colony of little people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHICH DO YOU PREFER SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?&lt;br /&gt;A Hamburger as any real american should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU WILL EMAIL THIS TO, WHO?S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;Kristen because she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHO?S LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND.&lt;br /&gt;Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;White Roses and Lilliacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEAL?&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's a tough one because for me food is an experience and I love so many. But if I have to choose, I would have to say Chicken onthe grille with provolone cheese and portobello mushrooms on top with a side of stuffing and fresh sugar snap peas. With Chocolate milk and my mommy with me. For dessert dessert raveoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Chicken wings mmm wings... Bet you didn't know that all my dad's friends used to call me chicken wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109171846195009592?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109171846195009592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109171846195009592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109171846195009592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109171846195009592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109163328146601215</id><published>2004-08-04T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T10:10:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Editions</title><content type='html'>Friends, Family, and well..whoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had an Epiphany!! My problems are solved (ok that's a lie but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out a way to fulfill my blogging duties to entertain. I have come up with a few&lt;br /&gt;(quite brilliant) new editions to my blog. Listed below are new editions that you can start&lt;br /&gt;to look for in the very near future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Sections:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ~ As many of you know my family is well... entertaining, psycho yet lovable so I will now get inspirations from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative Juices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ~ I am still stuck in my childhood and make up these stories to keep myself entertained (which is quite often now that my car radio is broken) and I have decided to share them with the world (see last post for sample).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tributes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~ I have some of the most amazing people in my life and it's time I start thanking them I.E. my mom AND it's time I start thanking the random nameless people that make me giggle through out my day. I.E. Funny Strut Security guard man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know what you think!! Never mind don't because I know it's genius. ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109163328146601215?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109163328146601215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109163328146601215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109163328146601215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109163328146601215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-editions.html' title='New Editions'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109158780711589940</id><published>2004-08-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T10:15:49.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Creative Juices section!!!!</title><content type='html'>As stated early in my blog, I have been frustrated with myself and lack of creativity. BUT!!! Lucky for you all I had an epiphany on the way home from work. Since I have an overactive imagination. So every now and again I think up these AWESOME stories. Since my radio is broken I have to tell myself these stories. So every now and again I will post my "creative juices" Now this first story needs a little background information. You just need to know that Kristen's youth group was trying to set her up with this guy named Greg. Greg helps out at youth group and Kristen and he are about the same age. Kristen is feeling awkward about having her love life controlled by a bunch of junior high boys. So being the wonderful friend that I am I come up with this amazing plan to fix this. But first I needed help from a few key players. So now without further adieu... My first edition of "Creative Juices"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've GOT IT!!!!" I state in excitement. "I've figure out a way to get the kids to stop trying to set you up with Greg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do Share" say Kristen and Emily in unison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you and greg have a fake relationship it gets real serious real fast. Then BAM!!! You have this dramatic break - up because Greg CHEATS on you with me! Then Brian tries to beat Greg up and I have to move out of your house because we can't stand the sight of each other!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Katie...That is.... BRILLIANT!!!! That'll be so fun and that'll teach the kids to plan my love life!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "There will tears shed and best of all drama drama drama. It'll be beautiful!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the happy dance, I already have plans for scripts, dress rehearsals, how we can make Kristen cry, the props that we need, I am so stoked!!  But first we need to Greg's permission.&lt;br /&gt;But that shouldn't be a problem! Why would anyone want to mess up something so beautiful and brilliant and well you get my point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that would be a problem. A BIG PROBLEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Greg if he'd be a willing prop in this beautiful scheme of all schemes. I gave him the big grin AND the happy puppy nod and Everything!!!!! Nobody ever says no to the big grin and happy puppy nod... Until now. Stupid greg. I got shot down. Before I even got to write a script!!! My creative juices were thwarted!!! Before I could put on my director's hat or accept an academy award. Which this scheme totally would have been worthy of if it weren't for Greg being a spineless wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Katie, But.... But.... But.......I can't do that!! I don't even know her.. blah blah blah blah....yadda yadda....''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GGGGRRRRRR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg I shake my angry fist at you because You have single-handledly ruined my first Academy Award chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg has ruined my first creative juices section of my blog. Shoot angry looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109158780711589940?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109158780711589940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109158780711589940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109158780711589940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109158780711589940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-first-creative-juices-section.html' title='My First Creative Juices section!!!!'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109156131931463840</id><published>2004-08-03T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T13:18:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am frustred about my lack of eloquence of my blog. In person I am quite entertaining and on occasion I have been able to make very deep and thought provoking comments. But when I sit down to write on my blog my mind goes blank! I lose my funny and my wisdom. gggrrrrr. I feel as though I have failed you my readers (all 2 of you). Please forgive me for my lack of &lt;a href="http://wittandwisdom.blogs.com/home/"&gt;Witt and Wisdom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109156131931463840?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109156131931463840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109156131931463840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109156131931463840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109156131931463840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/08/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated... '/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109080646087585134</id><published>2004-07-25T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T18:47:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Sparky</title><content type='html'>Brian is my new baby brother and his name is Sparky.&amp;nbsp; At least that's what I call him and I miss him.&amp;nbsp; Three weeks ago I was home, then two weeks ago he was at Soccer camp, then last week he went on a mission trip, Then he left me to go to LBI and I miss him.&amp;nbsp; I am sad. He probably has forgotten all about me.&amp;nbsp; He is gone and I am much sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109080646087585134?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109080646087585134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109080646087585134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109080646087585134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109080646087585134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-miss-sparky.html' title='I miss Sparky'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565517.post-109044023583431676</id><published>2004-07-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T13:03:55.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't understand</title><content type='html'>I have one major hang up with people.&amp;nbsp; When they lie.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind a little fib to make the story more interesting (the fishing theory, the fish just keeps getting bigger and bigger) because lets be honest we all do that, as humans we love to tell our story and have people be interested in our story so we just add a little flavor anyway I digress... I'm talking about bold face lie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say "I love you" then tell me a big lie right to my face, it breaks my heart.&amp;nbsp; It kills me.&amp;nbsp; Then I get angry.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There are several reasons why I can't handle liars.&amp;nbsp; If they have the audacity to lie to me about one thing how can I believe anything that comes out of their month, esp the words "I love you".&amp;nbsp; I don't take those words lightly.&amp;nbsp; Love means that I will accept that person for who they are, and if they lie to me I must have done something to them to make them think I have conditions on my love.&amp;nbsp; Then makes me feel like a failure of a friend.&amp;nbsp; What have I done to make them think I would only love them under certain conditions.&amp;nbsp; Do they think I'll go pyscho if I don't hear exactly what I want to hear?&amp;nbsp; PLEASE just tell me the truth.&amp;nbsp; Also bothers me because that I would never lie to someone so why would someone do it, I guess I'm such a big fan of telling the truth.&amp;nbsp; I hate talking to someone and thinking&amp;nbsp;"ok I know they just lied to me again" It just hurts me when I can't trust the ones I love and also having to go verify their words, because I would hate if someone felt like they had to do that with me always double checking the facts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I always feel inferior when I found out I've been lied to and I never want anyone to feel that way in a friendship.&amp;nbsp;It's hard for me to get over lies&amp;nbsp;except... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when that person tells me they lied.&amp;nbsp; Because it makes them real, vulnerable, honest, and wanting to build trust again.&amp;nbsp; My heart is healed and it swells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109044023583431676?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109044023583431676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109044023583431676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109044023583431676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109044023583431676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-109017520101019781</id><published>2004-07-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T11:26:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone</title><content type='html'>So this week I'm all alone because Kristen and Brian are gone on a mission trip to downtown Philly.&amp;nbsp; It's just me and the 'rents.&amp;nbsp; You should drop me a line, a little note, a friendly chat on the telly if you will!!&amp;nbsp; I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-109017520101019781?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/109017520101019781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=109017520101019781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109017520101019781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/109017520101019781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/07/all-alone.html' title='All alone'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-108965367984161483</id><published>2004-07-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T07:45:57.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't life have a pause button</title><content type='html'>Life is been insane since the last time I posted. I have never experienced such a wide range of emotions in all my life. As many of you know I went on a cruise with Kristen and her family and the Gotchens (another family, who is awesome!) But that was just undescribable, amazing, and a dream come true! One I woke up in the French Reviviare (it's spelled wrong I know!) then the next day I was in Florence and I saw the statue of David. Then I woke up and was in Rome and saw and smelled the inside of the Sistine Chapel and the Colleseum. Then I woke up and went to see the ancient city of Pompeii. Things are places I had only dreamed about going and never thought I would actually go there. Let's not forget the ship, where you were waited on hand and foot and treated like kings and queens and given food I had only read about in one of dad's international cookbooks. Like the week it all seemed surreal, I can't even process it. Kristen warned me it would take a few days to snap back into reality. Unfortunatly for me I didn't get that luxery. When we got back to the house, I called home and found out David Rey died, Dave is like a brother to me, So I went home for his wake and funeral.&amp;nbsp; AND it sucked a lot, in fact it still sucks, It's not fair and it sucks.&amp;nbsp; Then I find out Brian is a freaken' moron on and made my bad day into one of the worst freakin' days of my life.&amp;nbsp; Then I come back to philly and go to buz and allie's wedding and that was wonderful and beautful and fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now everything's supposed to be normal but I don't feel normal I feel like I'm nothing but a yo-yo.&amp;nbsp; Some moments I'm great, and others I went to run someone's head through a wall and others I want to just sit and stare at a wall and not think&amp;nbsp;ever again!!&amp;nbsp;I wanted to hit the pause about a million times these past few weeks, but life doesn't have a pause button. &lt;br /&gt;WHY DOESN'T LIFE HAVE A PAUSE BUTTON!?!?!?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-108965367984161483?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/108965367984161483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=108965367984161483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108965367984161483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108965367984161483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-cant-life-have-pause-button.html' title='Why can&apos;t life have a pause button'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-108759054114223589</id><published>2004-06-18T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:29:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot!</title><content type='html'>There was supposed to be a link in my last blog, here it is~ http://wittandwisdom.blogs.com/home/2003/07/100_things.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-108759054114223589?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/108759054114223589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=108759054114223589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108759054114223589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108759054114223589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/06/shoot.html' title='shoot!'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-108759039201121757</id><published>2004-06-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:26:52.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101....</title><content type='html'>I've become addicted to reading other people's blogs and I have been inspired to make a list of who I am.  U&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately I am not as witty as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref="http://wittandwisdom.blogs.com/home/2003/07/100_things.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I like Jesus, and he likes me a lot all the time&lt;br /&gt;2.  My hero is my mom&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am 21 years old, but I am actually 80 years old with a 4 year old mentality.  &lt;br /&gt;4.  I love to laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hate bad/inconsiderate drivers, they should be punished by law&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am the most easily entertained person EVER&lt;br /&gt;7.  Winks make me so happy I dance... It's true&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am fiercely loyal&lt;br /&gt;9.  My family drives me nuts, but I would kill any of you who bad mouth them&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am still a Virgin and plan to stay that way till my wedding night&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love good real hugs&lt;br /&gt;13.  Bad hugs make my soul ache&lt;br /&gt;14.  I tend to exaggerate&lt;br /&gt;15.  I love football and everything it entails&lt;br /&gt;16.  I am a sports fan &lt;br /&gt;16.  Although I hate golf&lt;br /&gt;17.  I love lips and eyes &lt;br /&gt;18.  I smile a lot and it makes people nervous&lt;br /&gt;19.  I intend to become rich and take care of my family and then buy all my friends golf carts (or a pony)&lt;br /&gt;20.  I can't let anyone cry alone&lt;br /&gt;21.  I have an on going list of why Satan got kicked out of Heaven &lt;br /&gt;      (some experts:  he liked Monday mornings, he tried to set Jesus    on a blind date, he burnt popcorn, he never used his blinker)&lt;br /&gt;22.  My jaw drops every time I see the ocean, it mystifies me&lt;br /&gt;23.  I love chocolate with a deep passion, I would gladly marry Mr. Hershey!!&lt;br /&gt;24.  I like to quote movies in everyday conversations&lt;br /&gt;25.  If I could become a professional sleeper I would&lt;br /&gt;26.  Sunday afternoon are from Heaven (Satan prolly hated napping and didn't let anyone else do it either!)&lt;br /&gt;27.  I can change my own flat tire&lt;br /&gt;28.  I am the baby of the family&lt;br /&gt;29.  I have 1 older brother (&amp; wife) &amp; 1 older sister (&amp; husband)&lt;br /&gt;30.  My brother's boys (my nephews) are the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;31.  I wish I was eloquent&lt;br /&gt;32.  I love people&lt;br /&gt;33.  I can't wait to go to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;34.  34 is my favorite number&lt;br /&gt;35.  I love to worship, in as many ways possible...&lt;br /&gt;36.  Good conversations with good people is a great gift&lt;br /&gt;37.  I love deeply &lt;br /&gt;38.  Boys in white button down shirts (untucked and sleeves rolled) with nice jeans makes me... very very happy mmmm...white shirts....Wow...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;39.  I am a Public Relations major at Asbury college&lt;br /&gt;40.  Dream job: work for the NFL&lt;br /&gt;41.  I am a hopeless romantic&lt;br /&gt;42.  I love to swim, my mom said she was worried I'd turn into a fish&lt;br /&gt;43.  I have the greatest dad EVER&lt;br /&gt;44.  To always be content in whatever I do or wherever I am is my life's only aim... (well it's been around the longest anyway)&lt;br /&gt;45.  I love my nose "It's a cute button nose." aka CBN&lt;br /&gt;50.  Mr. McCadden (may he rest in peace) used to call me CBN in high school.&lt;br /&gt;51.  I miss Mr. McCadden&lt;br /&gt;52.  In 2003 and the first 2 months of '04 WAY TOO MANY OF MY LOVED ONES DIED.  &lt;br /&gt;53.  I am a recovering snugglewhore&lt;br /&gt;54.  Worst Insult ever: "What are you a man with boobs"  (all becomes I knew football stats and information)  someone was a little insecure and knew I could kick his ass.&lt;br /&gt;55.  My longest friendship just past the 12 year mark.  I remember the first day we met, like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;56.  My favorite color is red&lt;br /&gt;57.  If I could play shuffleboard and euchre and live in a retirement community (you know the cool ones with pools and golf courses) I would be the happiest women ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;58.  I am funny&lt;br /&gt;60.  I have the most comfortable bed in the entire world... People have actually asked if I would give it to them in my will!&lt;br /&gt;61.  I have lived in the same house my entire life (excluding college and my summer internship in Philadelphia)&lt;br /&gt;62.  I have only been to NYC once&lt;br /&gt;63.  One of my biggest pet peeves is that people ass&lt;br /&gt;assume that New York, is only New York City, it really pisses me off that the rest of the state is ignored.&lt;br /&gt;64.  I have 15 cousins on my mom's side and 8 cousins on my dad's side&lt;br /&gt;65.  I am Italian and love it!!&lt;br /&gt;66.  I enjoy repelling and bridge jumping&lt;br /&gt;67.  My mom is considered to have a handicap, because she had Polio, I think the rest of the world is confused....&lt;br /&gt;68.  I cry at the end of RUDY every time...Without fail&lt;br /&gt;69.  I cry at hallmark commercials&lt;br /&gt;70.  I love to read... Unless it's a school book&lt;br /&gt;71.  I believe that knowlegde and wisdom are too completely different things.&lt;br /&gt;72.  I measure success by how much you have loved and laughed and by how much you have.&lt;br /&gt;73.  Although, Jeep Wranglers are the sexyist vehicles on the planet&lt;br /&gt;74.  A close second is any full size truck&lt;br /&gt;75.  Holding hands is one of God's simple treasures&lt;br /&gt;76.  I am unworthy of almost all of the friendships I have&lt;br /&gt;77.  I drive a Nissian Sentra, and I wish it was a Jeep Wrangler&lt;br /&gt;78.  I will forever get excited to hear the ice cream truck&lt;br /&gt;79.  I like Country music AND Rap music...&lt;br /&gt;80.  There is a Heaven and there is a a Hell, that's what I believe&lt;br /&gt;81.  It's easier to get along with boys better than girls&lt;br /&gt;82.  But I love my girlies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;83.  I have a strange obsession for buying purses&lt;br /&gt;84.  I Love the Buffalo Bills, I know they lost 4 superbowls in a row, I know they haven't had a good team in 10 years, SHUT UP I I KNOW!!!!  like I said I'm loyal&lt;br /&gt;85.  One time in high school there was a bad snow storm so my dad drove to the school and followed my car home as to make sure I didn't get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;86.  My parents have forgotten about me 3 different times.&lt;br /&gt;87.  And locked me out of the house twice.&lt;br /&gt;88.  Oddly enough I am still the favorite.&lt;br /&gt;89.  Coffee is my friend&lt;br /&gt;90.  Canada is only 45 minutes from my house, seeing Niagara Falls is almost boring to me now&lt;br /&gt;91.  It's almost sad....&lt;br /&gt;92.  I have never been in love&lt;br /&gt;93.  I have been in 3 weddings, twice a bridesmaid (sister and brother's wedding) once a flowergirl type person for my aunt)&lt;br /&gt;94.  I am vice president of the senior class&lt;br /&gt;95.  I am a Vessel&lt;br /&gt;96.  It's all about enjoying the journey&lt;br /&gt;97.  I long to live the interruptible life&lt;br /&gt;98.  I am a wonderful aunt&lt;br /&gt;99.  I am a Jack of all trades but a Master of none&lt;br /&gt;100.  I want to make a difference in my world&lt;br /&gt;101.  And yours too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-108759039201121757?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/108759039201121757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=108759039201121757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108759039201121757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108759039201121757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/06/101.html' title='101....'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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-6565517.post-108723634043235091</id><published>2004-06-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T11:05:40.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>I hate the times 2 - 3:30 because I get so tired!!  The mid afternoon hump if you will...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!!! I feel as though i'm going to fall over whereever I am!!  and that would hurt!!  That's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goobye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565517-108723634043235091?l=ktmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/feeds/108723634043235091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565517&amp;postID=108723634043235091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108723634043235091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565517/posts/default/108723634043235091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktmato.blogspot.com/2004/06/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>KTmato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087295988919965325</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>
