Sibling Love.


Since I am the youngest and we are all far apart in age, I don’t remember growing up with my siblings very well.  But as I have gotten older, all of us have grown closer and gotten to know each other much better.

Ashley is the oldest.  People say I look just like her.  Ashley is beautiful, funny, creative, and artistic.  She is always going out of her way to help her friends and those who are in need.  And if I had to assign her a sister in Little Women, I would say she is Jo.

Mary Beth is next in line.  She is graceful, charming, and definitely Meg.  She is a talented musician, a mother, and a wonderful wife who I look up to in my marriage.

Sam is closest to me in age.  We always have a blast together.  And although he usually makes fun of everything I do (he’ll definitely make fun of this post), I love him no matter what.  I always try to out do him, as well as constantly impress him, because I secretly need his approval. Oh, and he doesn’t really have any part in Little Women.

I love them all a lot, I don’t always show it, but I hope they know I think they are the best.  I miss you guys!

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I love fish cause they're so delish.

I love Goldfish.

The food. Not the pet.

I don’t just stick to the classic cheddar, I like to mix it up a bit with bags of Cheddar Blasted, Parmesan, and my new favorite and less popular, S’Mores.

Inside are three different fish flavors: chocolate graham, MARSHMALLOW (that’s right, the type that are in lucky charms) and honey graham.

The best part is being able to make mini little s’mores!

Give them a try today.  They’re a nice little treat and perfect if you’re craving something chocolatey and sweet.

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So trashtastic.

I love/hate Terry’s sister in Glee.  Her voice is so obnoxious, and the things she says are so awful but she is downright hilarious.  One of my favorite quotes from her popped into my head today:

Terry: Can you make me a BLT?

Deb: Me too. But hold the lettuce… And the tomato.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, watch Glee–specifically this episode called “Preggers.”

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Good Start to the Day

This morning I took a shower in the back bathroom since the front one is wet with paint. It has 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner in it.

While I was showering, I was thinking about that 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner so much (how I haven’t used it in forever, how it actually saves time, how if it has the right proportions inside, etc.).

Then I realized I had started lathering my hair with face wash (like it was conditioner or something) without thinking.

Turns out the 2-in-1 didn’t save me time because I had to wash my hair again after the facial wash.

And now my hair feels very strange.

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Boom. Roasted.

“Well I just wanna take a minute to talk to you all about something very serious. Once every hour, someone is involved in an internet scam. That man is Michael Scott. He’s supporting about twenty Nigerian princesses.”

Actually, that [woman] was me.  Around 11 am today.  And I fell for it.  (Really the scam was over the phone, not on the internet.)

Here’s the story:

When I was engaged, I entered about ten drawings and won about nine of them.  Best luck of my life. Hundreds of people entered these drawings, I just did something magic that I cannot reveal online or else everyone will do it and I won’t win anymore.  It was awesome.  I won pearls, photo shoots, my invitations, and huge discounts.  Once I learned that my little trick was a success, I started entering every drawing I saw at restaurants, malls… you name the drawing, I probably entered it.

Other than a sudden burst of spam in my email account, nothing happened.

Until today.

I checked my phone, I had a voicemail saying, “Hi Katie!  We are so excited for you! You entered a contest at the Cincinnati Prime Outlets and YOU WON A 4 NIGHT CRUISE TO THE CARIBBEAN, ALL INCLUSIVE TRIP INCLUDING AIRFARE!”  I called them back and everyone will just THRILLED that I had called back.  They greeted my call saying, “Oh my gosh, We are so happy for you and pleased to let you know that YOU were the all-time winner!”

They gave me the deets, I was going to have my Dad go pick up the tickets in Cincinnati. It was all set.  My life now was going to be amazing after surprising my husband with tickets for this cruise.

So I called my dad.  I tried to hide my enthusiasm, so the surprise would be even more dramatic.  , “Dad, remember when we all entered that drawing at the outlets?… Well, I won!!!!”

He replied, “Oh yeah? Me too.  An all-inclusive cruise.”

I could tell by his sarcasm that it was a scam and I had been deceived.  I felt so special when they called me.  How could it all have been a scam?  And what are they doing calling everyone?  They promised I didn’t have to buy or do anything to get the tickets.  But apparently they’re calling tons of people and telling them the same thing.  The woman was soooooo nice and happy for me.  But joke’s on me, she is a liar!

And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.

Boom.  Roasted.

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Bangs.

Can’t live with ’em.  Can’t live without ’em.

Really, having bangs is the worst.  They are always in your eyes.  You constantly have to brush them back.  If you straighten them too much, they don’t lay right.  If you blow dry them too much, they are poofy.

But having them is also necessary.  Without them, my forehead looks too big.  T.J. thinks I look like a baby when they’re pulled back.  And they cover up blemishes (that probably wouldn’t have been there anyway without your bangs).

I remember when I was little (see pic below), I had a boy haircut.  That included bangs and lots of them.  I was always jealous of the girls at school with the long hair, pony tails, and cool french braids their moms would do for them.  All I got was this sad, boyish hair cut.

Gotta love this picture. Whether it's the gourd I'm holding, my ginormous feet, haircut, or girl scout mug, this picture guarantees a nice laugh.

[In fact, I once was mistaken as a boy and another time I was called a boy–

Story #1: Playing hide-and-go-seek at a friends, lots of people there, boys vs. girls, I was put on the boy team until the confusion was set straight and tears were shed.

Story #2: My dad cut off all my hair in 2nd grade because I had lice and Benjamin Angelo told me I looked like a boy.]

Back to the bangs, I remember when I was little and had that haircut, I would always say I wanted my hair to be “one length!”  I just walked around like a zombie saying, “ONE LENGTH, PLEASE ONE LENGTH!”  I was sick of the names, I was sick of looking like a boy, so my mom finally let me grow out my hair.

I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried to do this.  But trying to grow out your bangs is one of the hardest things EVER!  You have to pin your bangs to the side for weeks at a time, constantly brush them to the side, and use a plethora of hairspray.  It was a daunting task.

But it was well worth it.  I no longer was called a boy and my hair was indeed “one length.”

Well, I currently am trying to do the same thing.  Now that my hair is getting a little longer, I want my bangs to get a little longer and to do more of a swoop thing.  But trying to get them to stay to the side is awful!  Last night I slept with a barrette in my hair all night, hoping it would help, but they still are straight across my eyes this afternoon.  It’s gonna take a long time…

Maybe I should just cut my hair to look like my good ol’ days.

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You know you're po' when…

Meet Blair.

We’ve been the best of friends for years.  Probably since 4th grade.  We’ve got countless inside jokes, but the most classic and ongoing of these jokes has to be our “You know you’re po’ when…” set of jokes.

It all started because, well… Blair and I were poor.

Happy.

But poor.

One Christmas, Blair was allowed to buy pump hand soap at the grocery store, instead of the normal bar soap.

And there we have the first “You know you’re po’ when…” joke.

You know you’re po’ when you get pump soap for Christmas.

Here are a few more than erupted throughout the years, all based off of personal experiences.

  • You know you’re po’ when the most common number on your FAFSA is 0.
  • You know your [parents are] po’ when you’re adjusted gross income is higher than your theirs.
  • You know you’re po’ when you have Roseart crayons and markers.
  • You know you’re po’ when getting a lunchable is the greatest day of your life.

And there you have it, folks.  If you have any more, let me know!

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Disneyland

T.J. and I are planning on going to Disneyland for Thanksgiving.  We just went for our Honeymoon and had an amazing time, but we hear that during the Holidays–the place is incredible.

Saving money is actually not as hard when you have a goal or incentive to work towards.  So although it stinks not to be able to buy the shoes I want right now or to eat out throughout the week, it is easier to make the sacrifice when I know Disneyland is in sight if we save!

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Grad School

I think I should go to grad school.

I have always wanted to get a master’s degree because I feel like a bachelor’s degree just doesn’t cut it nowadays, but actually doing it, working hard, applying, going to school for 2 or 3 more years doesn’t sound as appealing.

And I don’t necessarily need a master’s degree with an undergrad in advertising, so is there really a point to going to grad school?

Should I just apply and see what happens?

So here’s the deal, if I decided to go to grad school:

I will graduate in April 2011 with a degree in Communications, Advertising Emphasis.  I really enjoyed my internship and learning more about social media marketing and I loved my marketing class last semester.  So that makes me think getting an MBA would be good, with an emphasis in Marketing.

That means I would have to take the GMAT this fall and apply by winter semester.

I also have enjoyed my general communications classes, especially media law and media audiences.  So maybe getting a master’s in Communications would be good.

That means I would have to take the GRE this fall and apply by winter semester.

Also, another thing I need to consider is living situations.  T.J. also will be applying to grad schools (he wants to get an MBA as well).  So finding an area where be both can find grad programs is going to be tough.  I would really like to stay in Utah because we pay next to nothing for rent and it is seriously saving us so much money.  Tuition for grad school here at BYU is very inexpensive compared to most programs, so that’s another plus, but who knows if I even have the grades to get in here. And on the other hand, moving away would be cool so we could experience a new place and live it up before we have a family.

Gosh, so many choices!! Please tell me your advice, thoughts, feelings, experiences, etc!

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Goal

I want to be a better person.

I have been thinking about this a lot lately.

I catch myself saying rude things a lot.  I try to brush them off as jokes so it doesn’t sound harsh, but really, it’s awful.

I need to stop.  I want people to say only the best things about me.

And I’m not sure if that’s the case right now.

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