<?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-6712327835729982005</id><updated>2011-10-27T08:23:34.963-07:00</updated><category term='girf boyfs'/><category term='Provo Culture'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='Suggestion Box'/><category term='Bye bye.'/><category term='My Favorite Things'/><category term='book club'/><category term='Salt Lake Culture'/><category term='Top Ten'/><category term='New Things'/><category term='saving the world'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='tag-a-licious'/><category term='Potter Puppet Pals'/><category term='Things I Know'/><category term='Things Mormons Like'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Cupcakes'/><category term='Grammar Nazi'/><category term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><category term='weirdo-creeps'/><category term='JIMMY FALLON'/><category term='Escuela'/><category term='Laughing till I don&apos;t have a face anymore'/><category term='Just a Thought'/><category term='Bon Voyage'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='scripts'/><category term='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><category term='Ogden'/><title type='text'>Cath.  For Reals.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-40021574155181189</id><published>2011-07-20T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:28:34.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake Culture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Introduction is in Order (Salt Lake Culture, Chapter 1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think most of you know I moved to the big Salt Lake of City 2-3 yrs ago. What a TrEmEnDoUs experience it's been! There are a plethora of cultures clashing all over the place and holy crap I'm listening to Lykke Li right now and it is just blowing my comedic mood right out of the water! Anyway there was a time when I would blog about Provo Culture. Well friends. I'm moving on.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631654196853188594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FBS3H6KfgA/Tienp31Fp_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/yk9rnFA01C8/s320/catandjunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salt Lake City Culture, Chapter 1: Provo Refugees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There comes a time when a Provonian wakes up and says to him/herself: "I'm 24. I'm single. I'm fashion forward...Best to head north". Just like that an established Happy Valley Alum packs their bags (and usually all of their friends) and migrates toward Sugarhouse/Holladay/Cottonwood/Downtown (it should be noted that The Avenues are reserved mostly for the marrieds). So what do they do when they get there? Just pick up where they left off? Not so. Like any refugee, adapting to a new city can be difficult and requires an assimilation process. Climate change. Acquiring the taste of the region. Fashion mishaps. It's all part of the journey. On behalf of the Provo Refugees themselves, I present to you the &lt;strong&gt;Provo Refugee Survival Guide&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transportation&lt;/strong&gt;: Trax. Trax. Trax. Pretend to be immediately familiar with the Front Runner schedule. For your first ride invite a trusted friend, as bus behavior from unruly tweens is generally unsettling and may cause severe anxiety. Bike. Bike. Bike. Get a fancy bike and pretend you ride it everywhere. When you actually need to get somewhere (on time)-just drive, much of Salt Lake City living (actually...any kind of living) is a facade. For your own safety, know that, in SLC, the green turning arrow appears BEFORE the actual green light. Not after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet&lt;/strong&gt;: There are two parts to a Salt Lake City diet: steady intake of ethnic food, and more importantly, knowledge of every obscure restaurant within a 25 mile radius. This presents a challenge to post-Provo residents, as the Utah County diet consists mostly of Olive Garden, "The Cougar Eat", and now In 'n Out. Adjust in increments. Start one night a week at a Mediterranean place. Branch out from there. Again, if you are in touch with any Scene Kids who have already gone through the process, let them be your guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Time&lt;/strong&gt;: Use down time to look up Downtown festival and/or "special screening" dates on your smart phone. Festival attendance is critical to a normal SLC life and will result in your most important friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fashion&lt;/strong&gt;: Provo Refugees oftentimes find their sense of fashion questioned in SLC. Some will keep wearing their polos. Some will slightly adapt by purchasing Chacos or other such bohemian items. Provo Scene Kids are like so ahead of the times and have been wearing Salt Lake Street Fashion for years. Trust in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emergency Phone Numbers&lt;/strong&gt;: Sugarhouse Library. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climate Change&lt;/strong&gt;: Preparing for a Salt Lake City winter presents many obstacles. There is snow in Provo, yes. But. There is NOT an unsettling and ever-present cloud of gloom and pollution that somehow makes your skin go gray and slimy. The only way to avoid Inversion Zombification is to never leave your house ever...unless it's after 6. When it's dark. This is when your inner-Provo resident can come out again, as snowball fights and rambunctious behavior are encouraged during this time period. Once summer hits though, it's back to meditative slack-lining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language Barrier&lt;/strong&gt;: Provo Talk is for kids. Salt Lake Speak is for grown ups. So you'd better get serious. Fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Colonized&lt;/strong&gt;: Salt Lake City hereby claims you in the name of...Salt Lake City. Absorb it all. Walk Broadway. Run the Wasatch Back. Stop owning a TV. Vote for the other guy. Because if you don't...well. We all saw what happened to Winston in 1984. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-40021574155181189?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/40021574155181189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=40021574155181189' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/40021574155181189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/40021574155181189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/introduction-is-in-order-salt-lake.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FBS3H6KfgA/Tienp31Fp_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/yk9rnFA01C8/s72-c/catandjunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2769708205936681130</id><published>2011-06-22T23:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:37:09.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote Board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a young gal at UVSC I've kept a quote book. What do I write in it? Hilarity from friends, family, teachers, celebs, etc. I would like to share some of them with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In a flamboyant English accent: "Helllloooooooo, Catherine! This is Doctor Johnson! You thought I was dead but it turns out I was in a coma...!"&lt;br /&gt;-This is the best voicemail I've ever recieved, courtesy of Ryan. Keep in mind, his last name is not even close to Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is 24 Hour even open this late?"&lt;br /&gt;-Josh on the 36 hours in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would get beef jerky...but I'm too lazy to eat it"&lt;br /&gt;-Riley on why she needed to buy 3 Rice Krispie Treats...at Chevron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just fed a baby, who's allergic to milk, some delicious yogurt! What to do?! Oh rats!"&lt;br /&gt;-Ry on why babysitting is the hardest of all the jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why DO they sleep in those little ovens?"&lt;br /&gt;-Kiera on not understanding Japanese hotels/beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not one to dab the grease. I just think to myself- who are you kidding? You don't care if there's fat on that'".&lt;br /&gt;-Carly on eating pizza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2769708205936681130?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2769708205936681130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2769708205936681130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2769708205936681130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2769708205936681130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/quote-board-ever-since-i-was-young-gal.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8121824693668056224</id><published>2011-06-22T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:17:34.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8121824693668056224?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8121824693668056224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8121824693668056224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8121824693668056224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8121824693668056224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7604388131798192786</id><published>2011-03-08T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:30:53.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye bye.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving the world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this fuss over Jerry Sloan and Deron Williams, I can't help but feel like someone's been left out. I think you know who I'm talking about. The 7 foot Center with a will of iron and a heart of gold. That's right. It's Greg Ostertag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostertag cast a shadow over 1998 (or something) with his talent, his charm, his charisma and his haircut. I mean, can you even &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to think of a pop culture reference from that era that isn't centered around Greg? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostertag was the enigmatic player who led the Jazz to every single victory they ever had. It's almost impossible to understand why the Jazz traded him to another team. And then that team traded him. And then he came back to the Jazz. And then he got traded again. Ostertag was on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like every flame, Greg's career flickered and died a firey death. I don't know what year. But oh what a ride it was while it lasted! Here's to you, Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a tribute, I found some inspirational quotes DIRECTLY FROM GREG HIMSELF and also some from the Deseret News and some other source that I can't remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is true that Ostertag could not score. He was an inefficient&lt;br /&gt;scorer from the field and the free throw line. But basketball is not just&lt;br /&gt;about scoring". -The Wages of Wins Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I just want to play and help this team win" -Greg Ostertag, Deseret&lt;br /&gt;News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7604388131798192786?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7604388131798192786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7604388131798192786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7604388131798192786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7604388131798192786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/wind-beneath-my-wings-with-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8218995848695426863</id><published>2010-11-28T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:10:47.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote Board&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was a young gal at UVSC I've kept a quote book.  What do I write in it?  Hilarity from friends, family, teachers, and celebs.  I have some favorites.  I would like to list a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a flamboyant English accent: "Caaaatherine!  This is Dr. Johnson!  You thought I was dead, but it turns out I was just in a coma!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Voicemail from Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8218995848695426863?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8218995848695426863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8218995848695426863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8218995848695426863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8218995848695426863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-board-since-i-was-young-gal-at.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7887936388618553276</id><published>2010-10-14T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:09:47.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdo-creeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suggestion Box'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm all up in your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I drive around and wonder why people name their businesses what they do. I can't understand sometimes. Let's just give a few examples, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tickles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectation: Some kind of strip club for minors?&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Greek restaurant in Holladay. Yes, it absolutely &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; as creepy as it sounds-at least from the outside. You guys, I can't just be &lt;em&gt;eating&lt;/em&gt; in a place that's called "Tickles". And just try to tell me you don't picture all of the patrons in hospital gowns. I don't know why, it just seems logical. It's the kind of establishment you think Kim Jong Il might run.&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: I had a friend in high school who we called "Benny Tickles". That is the best nickname ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Majestic Lube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Expectation: Whatever it is, it has about the same amount of creepiness as Candy Mountain from Charlie the Unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Oil Changery in the Fort Union area...somewhere east of Target (side note: everything in the Fort Union area can be measured by its proximity to Target). You guys, let's be real. There is nothing MAJESTIC about an oil change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creme De Bakery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectation: You might assume you're in for french pastries and cursive penmanship and roses and all kinds of girly nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Reality: You're in for unfamiliar asian cuisine (that is filled with beans for some reason) and cheesecake. Serious. Those are the only things they serve there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taffy Towne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectation: It's going to be exactly like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and you'll be sliding down a laffy taffy waterslide into a cotton candy pool! Well look think kids, you're wrong. DEAD WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Have you ever &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt; Taffy Town? So I've never been "inside" or "up close". I can tell you this-there's no way that place isn't a secret hide-out for super-villains. You know, like on Batman when The Joker takes up residence at the old, abandoned toy factory and starts cranking out dolls that are stuffed with crack. That's just what happens in places like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know, you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7887936388618553276?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7887936388618553276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7887936388618553276' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7887936388618553276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7887936388618553276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-all-up-in-your-business.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-156827401428054814</id><published>2010-09-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:35:12.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TIGcfMbKhgI/AAAAAAAAARI/IiHopsOjeVc/s1600/the+captain.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512859478603236866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TIGcfMbKhgI/AAAAAAAAARI/IiHopsOjeVc/s320/the+captain.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For Your Consideration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking and this is what I've decided: I think Captain Hook was just a regular dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't look like a dullard next to FuN pEtEr PaN? Let's just review these characters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Peter Pan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hobbies: Smoking peote with the "Red Man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hot Friends: Tinkerbell, Mermaids of Neverland, Tiger Lilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keeps Company With: Rufio. Rufio. Ru. Fi. Ooooooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awesome Extras: Fairy Dust, endless supply of happy thoughts, crows when excited, impressive thimble collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Captain Hook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hobbies: Hand Recovery/Crocodile Chasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hot Friends: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keeps Company With: Smee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awesome Extras: Owns own home/ship, supervisor for 50+ shipmates, mustache "ticks" when crocodile is within a 50 yard radius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Who would YOU rather be friends with? But consider this-what if you had to share an island with the Lost Boys? Why are they always making Indian noises and screaming and refusing to be responsible? GET A JOB, Lost Boys. Leave Captain Hook alone-he only has one hand for heaven's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This is the conclusion I've come to. Just think it over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-156827401428054814?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/156827401428054814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=156827401428054814' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/156827401428054814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/156827401428054814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-your-consideration-ive-been-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TIGcfMbKhgI/AAAAAAAAARI/IiHopsOjeVc/s72-c/the+captain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8285725529868857291</id><published>2010-07-23T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:06:15.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdo-creeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving the world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TEo7wlU7tQI/AAAAAAAAARA/LojLdJlV4zk/s1600/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497272000998782210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TEo7wlU7tQI/AAAAAAAAARA/LojLdJlV4zk/s320/stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP SEX TRAFFICKING OF CHILDREN AND YOUNG PEOPLE-SIGN THE PETITION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Body Shop has several campaigns to defend human rights. One of these campaigns supports the fight against human trafficking. From The Body Shop website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"This summer we'll be launching a petition calling upon governments to implement strict anti-trafficking policies and legislation, and dedicate more resources to help victims of trafficking. It doesn't end there. Because this is a global campaign, our objective is to join hands with thousands of other signatories around the world by taking our petitions to the United Nations in 2011."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you support the cause, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/stop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIGN THE PETITION ONLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. If you more than support the cause, blog/facebook/tweet about it (please). There's even a free download to help you spread the word via iphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you need encouragement/want to learn more/read survivor stories-check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/_en/_ww/values-campaigns/trafficking-booklet.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.somaly.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somaly Mam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecpatusa.org/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ECPAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecpatusa.org/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8285725529868857291?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8285725529868857291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8285725529868857291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8285725529868857291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8285725529868857291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-sex-trafficking-of-children-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TEo7wlU7tQI/AAAAAAAAARA/LojLdJlV4zk/s72-c/stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7991744269121023528</id><published>2010-06-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:48:15.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potter Puppet Pals'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TCQ0surzJxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PlnO0UVIFQE/s1600/horcrux.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486568189094733586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TCQ0surzJxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PlnO0UVIFQE/s320/horcrux.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Horcrux on the B-Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. I've been doing some thinking and I've decided that, were I to make a horcrux (actually, several of them), this is what they would be (chosen for their ability to entrance):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Journal From Ages 12-15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I choose this, you ask? I'll tell you. Because every time I read over it, the spirit of Tween Cat takes over my brain. It posesses me, just like Tom Riddle posessed Ginny Weasley. Except that, when I posess myself, I don't write blood messages on walls and release giant snakes, but rather I just allow myself to be sucked into the world of adolescent drama. You know what I mean. "We all had to go to Holzer's office today to talk about Jessica and Lacey"...or "I can't believe Julianne and Oliver kissed!" or how about..."this weekend was so awesome-we all went to Dayne's house and then walked around Somerset in our tank tops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJR Necklace:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11ish, some friends and I were admiring the fine jewelry at the local K-Mart when something caught our eyes, amidst the "best friend necklaces". Imagine this-a single charm with the letters P, J, R, followed by a bold &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's it. What the crap does PJR mean? I didn't know then, I don't know now. Needless to say, we bought it and it has been in my jewelry box ever since...you know, so I don't forget my roots or something. The point is, PJR is totally going to Horcrux it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of Leandra's Scarecrow Crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived with Leandra, I'm fairly positive there were 8 (at the very least) scarecrow crafts in our living room during the months of October and November. She could spare at least one of them for my horcrux. She would make one for herself too, because she loves Harry Potter just as much as I do. Well. Almost as much. She and Jesse &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; think that he would die in the 7th book. But I held strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laguna Beach Seasons 1-2, The Hills Seasons 1-Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like your life hasn't been put on hold for these programs. It doesn't matter how stupid they are, you can't tear yourself away. Maybe we should make Justin Bobby a horcrux of his own because he is my favorite character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cafe Rio Chicken Salad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my horcrux equivalent to the "Get Out of Jail Free" card. I think I would just have this on the road to the next horcrux, so whoever is on the quest to kill me can have a little pick-me-up. Keep going! You're almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jimmy Fallon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and Cath. Cath and Jimmy. For those of you who don't know, Jimmy is me (only I am a girf and he is a boy). He can probably see into my mind at night. I've decided that I have to mark him as my equal. Naturally, he will have to be the one to finish me off but, what can a girl do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7991744269121023528?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7991744269121023528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7991744269121023528' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7991744269121023528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7991744269121023528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/horcrux-on-b-rain-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TCQ0surzJxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PlnO0UVIFQE/s72-c/horcrux.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-654636684461410318</id><published>2010-05-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T07:58:47.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Know'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S_iV0FxjUsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VroaThr3chM/s1600/indie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474290069204587202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 171px; height: 171px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S_iV0FxjUsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VroaThr3chM/s320/indie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Music Scene. What's hot. What's not. And what I like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Carly and I had a brief but interesting discussion about music. It left me inspired. And when I say "inspired", I mean ready to create another blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's "HOT":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystical Indie: Forget Jenny Lewis-her time has come and gone. The new Indie is as follows-unknown artist that uses only wind chimes or fake instruments from places like Tibet or Nepal. And when I say "fake instruments" I mean just the sound of wind or maybe a running dryer. If someone has heard of the band you are listening to, it's not cool anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilty Pleasure Towne: Gaga. Beyonce. The soundtrack to Glee Season 1. Pick one or two (any more is unacceptable). If you are listening to your Guilty Pleasure artist on the way to your friend's house, make sure to turn the dial before you get out of your car. It's always embarrassing when your friend gets in and hears "Bad Romance", even though he/she probably knows all the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's "NOT":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything on 97.1: Except for the Z Morning Zoo and your Guilty Pleasure, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owl City: WT. This is the worst band evsies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vampire Weekend: The Scene would have you believe that they "sold out". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What I Like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to Pandora. Type in Bryan Adams. BINGO. You just found the best playlist ever. I'm so INTO Bryan Adams right now (and other artists that have the same genome). If you don't understand why, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofA3URC1wyk"&gt;here's your answer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to Pandora. Type in Judy Garland and slam dunk the funk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to Pandora. Type in Regina Spektor. Note: this radio station is best on days where it is raining or in some other way whimsical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the 90's. I just LOVE the 90's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Cath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-654636684461410318?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/654636684461410318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=654636684461410318' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/654636684461410318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/654636684461410318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-scene.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S_iV0FxjUsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VroaThr3chM/s72-c/indie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7645358772041470551</id><published>2010-05-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:57:46.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S-zl--TmTaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nETFgie1ik8/s1600/flirting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471000517388160418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S-zl--TmTaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nETFgie1ik8/s320/flirting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Breadsticks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are maybe 5 eternal truths. One of which is this: if you are female, you have, at one point in your life, flirted with the workers at Little Caeser's to get free Crazy Bread. If you haven't yet, you will. And that feeling of power is addicting-you'll want to do it every time. Not a flirter? Doesn't matter. It WILL happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7645358772041470551?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7645358772041470551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7645358772041470551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7645358772041470551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7645358772041470551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/free-breadsticks-there-are-maybe-5.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S-zl--TmTaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nETFgie1ik8/s72-c/flirting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-5293764919420866169</id><published>2010-04-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:04:08.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S8_0hNQFdEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SlPz2m34zUw/s1600/robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462853724353688642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S8_0hNQFdEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SlPz2m34zUw/s320/robin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot stop thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ridiculous films of the 90's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and by "ridiculous" I mean "trying so hard to be so dramatic and mystical...and in doing so, securing a place in my heart forever"). Have you ever realized how hilarious these movies are? Let me give you a list of some of my all-time favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jurassik Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dances with Wolves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mission: Impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Independence Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you watched any of these films? If you are confused as to why I think they are funny, let me give you some ideas of what to do while you watch them (sort of like Conference BINGO in primary)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXAMPLE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try giving some of the title characters hilar nicknames: Remember Duncan, who gets his eyes cut out? How funny is it to refer to him as "Dunker" or "Slam Dunk"? Pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Performing a skit of some of the most dramatic moments: Remember when Robin finds out that Will Scarlet is his brother? And Will yells "OUR FATHER LOVED YOU MORE THAN ME!" Makes for a great skit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand the level of skill needed to play the lead role: I'm pretty positive Kevin Costner is the same guy in every film. Which is what makes him so fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider the scenes that just rocked your world as a child (and are now just over-the-top): The scene at the very first where Robin almost gets his hand chopped off? Or maybe when the crazy witch is blowing her gaskets about the "Painted Man" that "haunts her dreams"? Or how about in Twister, when the "sister" tornados appear...or later in that same movie when the "Dorothy" tips over Helen Hunt finally confronts her past by yelling at Bill Pullman about her dead father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, review the film's score or theme song in your mind: How can you lose with Brian Adams, Everything I Do I Do It For You? You can't. The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on forever. But I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Cath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-5293764919420866169?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5293764919420866169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=5293764919420866169' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5293764919420866169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5293764919420866169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cannot-stop-thinking-about-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S8_0hNQFdEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SlPz2m34zUw/s72-c/robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-3183865497879660011</id><published>2010-04-21T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:28:37.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S8_sVAeKA8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/a-Qfk-HtdXI/s1600/urbsies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462844718671594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S8_sVAeKA8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/a-Qfk-HtdXI/s320/urbsies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Urban Outfitters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm officially done.  Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Cath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-3183865497879660011?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3183865497879660011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=3183865497879660011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3183865497879660011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3183865497879660011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-urban-outfitters-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S8_sVAeKA8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/a-Qfk-HtdXI/s72-c/urbsies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-5794608926601012934</id><published>2010-02-24T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:14:30.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S4YFvlvggqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zMZrxCBlDrE/s1600-h/cross+crotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442043514867188386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S4YFvlvggqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zMZrxCBlDrE/s320/cross+crotch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;The Crazy Case of the Cross-Crotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please explain to me why the designers of "Sinful" swimwear have decided to become so reckless in their placement of glittering crosses?  It's ridiculous.  On the bright side-my pal Cody decided that, to secretly announce the arrival of a Hottie Mom, we can use the code of "looks like someone's got a crazy case of the cross-crotch".  Indeed we can.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-5794608926601012934?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5794608926601012934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=5794608926601012934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5794608926601012934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5794608926601012934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-case-of-cross-crotch-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S4YFvlvggqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zMZrxCBlDrE/s72-c/cross+crotch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1553695934022241523</id><published>2010-01-04T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:28:42.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ogden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Carly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went on an Ogden adventure today.  I wanted to get the &lt;strong&gt;black licorice&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream (as per your recommendation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423119771164001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S0LKsu6gxlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3l-bzhznSpM/s320/summer+09+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I &lt;strong&gt;chickened-out&lt;/strong&gt; at the last second.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423120781789956146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S0LLnjyhCDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NiH1j_pSHyw/s320/summer+09+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm always drawn to the white flavors. Relax you guys, I'm not racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cath&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/6712327835729982005-1553695934022241523?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1553695934022241523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1553695934022241523' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1553695934022241523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1553695934022241523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-carly-i-went-on-ogden-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/S0LKsu6gxlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3l-bzhznSpM/s72-c/summer+09+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-4352461335646795481</id><published>2009-12-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:06:13.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girf boyfs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Leala and Fillest,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, when it was Halloween, I bought these little guys for you (don't act like you don't know which ones). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420132776897344306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SzguCyJq8zI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ze5jvT5JkG4/s320/summer+09+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't end up getting together on the appointed day and soon they turned into cement cakes. We should all take a trip to this &lt;a href="http://www.socupcake.com/"&gt;little shop &lt;/a&gt;to make up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Cath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-4352461335646795481?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4352461335646795481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=4352461335646795481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4352461335646795481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4352461335646795481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-leala-and-fillest-once-when-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SzguCyJq8zI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ze5jvT5JkG4/s72-c/summer+09+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-6726969978222327167</id><published>2009-07-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:58:35.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SpSVOTXGQqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cTSWg16Dtdw/s1600-h/Celebrity+U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374084328307704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SpSVOTXGQqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cTSWg16Dtdw/s320/Celebrity+U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School of Celebrity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The other day I fantasized that there must be a university somewhere in Southern California (no, I will not be so stupid as to refer to it as "So Cal" or "Callie") that caters only to aspiring celebrities. I brainstormed about the would-be curriculum and this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Course of Study/Course Description:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction to Communism 1010:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Students will learn about, accept, and become an activist of the communist party. Class will also participate in recruiting party members by way of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HFRjamyua0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oscar Acceptance Speeches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Identity 1010:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Students will explore possible celebrity identities for themselves eg: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Class Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0517820/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Club Skank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001401/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Political Activist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001856/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Philanthropist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues 1010:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Students will identify trends in mass media regarding world issues. Class will also gain an understanding of how to &lt;em&gt;create&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vogue.co.uk/news/daily/2006-04/060406-green-goddess-.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;media whirlwind around said issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Speaking:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Students will learn how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowpublic.com/world/angelina-jolie-tears-celemony-speech-marking-world-refugee-day2009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;address the public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. Class must be prepared to pretend they have been to several third-world countries and formed relationships with the locals. Prerequisites: Issues 1010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art of Adoption 1010; 1020:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Students will begin the process of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6NPU-wWfe4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;adopting an African child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De-Genderization 1010; 1020; 2210; 3210:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How to successfully create and implement gender break-down in your community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That is all I came up with. Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-6726969978222327167?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6726969978222327167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=6726969978222327167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6726969978222327167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6726969978222327167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-of-celebrity-other-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SpSVOTXGQqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cTSWg16Dtdw/s72-c/Celebrity+U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-6576178145059180889</id><published>2009-06-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:10:07.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JIMMY FALLON'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Si7ckcn_LsI/AAAAAAAAALs/L5au4F9NgO8/s1600-h/saved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345452326452670146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Si7ckcn_LsI/AAAAAAAAALs/L5au4F9NgO8/s320/saved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DREAMS HAVE FINALLY COME TRUE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really know me, you know how much I love Saved by the Bell. Actually, it's not even love.  It's obsession. I would be ten million times more starstruck to run into Zack Morris than Brad Pitt.  You get the idea.  ANYWAY-the following event is about to change my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of the &lt;em&gt;SBTB&lt;/em&gt; 20 year anniversary, Jimmy Fallon is petitioning to have a reunion of the cast on his show. No, I'm not kidding.  Interested? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/exclusives/petition/"&gt;SIGN THE PETITION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need encouragement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/blogs/2009/06/zack-attacks-late-night-signs-on-for-the-reunion/"&gt;Zack Morris shows up on Late Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Jimmy Fallon for fulfillling my life-long dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS In case anyone is wondering, my favorite &lt;em&gt;SBTB&lt;/em&gt; episode is when Kelly, Jessie and Lisa form a band called "The Hot Fudge Sundaes". They sing and dance on mini-trampolines and at one point it's revealed that Jessie has become "addicted to caffiene pills" and will have to "get help by going to rehab".  Holy crap. Can you even believe that? Please tell me about your favorite episode so I can bask in Saved by the Bell glory all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-6576178145059180889?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6576178145059180889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=6576178145059180889' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6576178145059180889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6576178145059180889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dreams-have-finally-come-true-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Si7ckcn_LsI/AAAAAAAAALs/L5au4F9NgO8/s72-c/saved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8495473620940499028</id><published>2009-05-17T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:07:56.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Know'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/ShDOnb8Iw1I/AAAAAAAAALk/r31j9V_OBVo/s1600-h/country-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336992735344247634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/ShDOnb8Iw1I/AAAAAAAAALk/r31j9V_OBVo/s320/country-music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Kenny, Carrie, Tim, and Everyone in Between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever want to pursue a career in country music, I've practically written all your albums for you, just by letting you in on this little secret: there are only 6 songs for you to sing (keep in mind we're talking MODERN country music here). Sure, you can put minor variations in, but it's all going to boil down to the following sub-genres:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1. Patriotic Nonsense: Fanatical lyrics about the United States of America.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Conservative (think Toby Keith)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics will go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;One warm September morning, my heart was blown away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By those crazy Arabs who will have to pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're Americans, and we don't take no crap from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll blow up your country and support President Bush too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's the American way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Left-Wing Country Fan (think The Dixie Chicks)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics will go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 years ago, we set out to make things right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a country called Vietnam, we wanted to fight their fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sent our sons and daughters to die without a cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our President was lyin, he was breakin' all the laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't we all be brothers? Hold hands and hug and smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we've got a chance at that, 'cuz Barak Obama's here for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2. Ironic Role-Reversal: Singer sees the irony of life through the eyes of a parent/child/significant other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics will go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st Verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young girl passes a boy a note that says "I love you" in a cutesy, little girl way. Boy is grossed out and throws it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chorus (words that were on the note)-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding day with the same boy and girl. Boy reads his vows, which turn out to be the same words which were on that note she wrote him a long time ago. Romance ensues.&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd Verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is telling their baby the same things that were on the note. It's not perverted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chorus-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3. Summer Anthem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Think anything by Kenny Chesney. These lyrics are just a combination of the following words and phrases (in whatever order you want):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beach, young love, beer, girls, sun, waves, no shoes no shirt no problem, Chevy, Ford, county fair, blonde, tank, top, kiss, boys, car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;#4. Love Song-Happy Ending:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This song just needs a few ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word "baby"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A line about how your "baby" is your best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something about how "baby" has "saved" you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there you can add whatever romantic sap you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5. Love Song-Here's Hoping You'll Get Through This:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cast of Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A line about the rain or the storm or whatever weather metaphor is appropriate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First three quarters of the song is intended to depress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last quarter of the song is intended to uplift and inspire-something about "believing in yourself" or "making your dreams come true".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bonus points if you are crying in the music video&lt;/span&gt;-think "Why Don't You Stay" by Sugarland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;#6. Prayer Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some kind of hardship happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer ensues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem is solved, but in a way the singer did not expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm all about the country. I'm just sayin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8495473620940499028?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8495473620940499028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8495473620940499028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8495473620940499028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8495473620940499028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenny-carrie-tim-and-everyone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/ShDOnb8Iw1I/AAAAAAAAALk/r31j9V_OBVo/s72-c/country-music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2873331610630344128</id><published>2009-05-04T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:12:40.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammar Nazi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Sf-ghjGCCmI/AAAAAAAAALc/xCmlbS0V60o/s1600-h/6a00e553adf4d5883401053603c4ad970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Sf-ghjGCCmI/AAAAAAAAALc/xCmlbS0V60o/s320/6a00e553adf4d5883401053603c4ad970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332156982046624354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah:&lt;/span&gt;  Slang form of "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea:&lt;/span&gt;  Synonym for "hooray".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What you yell to make a horse go.&lt;br /&gt;2.  What a German says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya:&lt;/span&gt;  Shortened form of "you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2873331610630344128?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2873331610630344128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2873331610630344128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2873331610630344128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2873331610630344128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-slang-form-of-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Sf-ghjGCCmI/AAAAAAAAALc/xCmlbS0V60o/s72-c/6a00e553adf4d5883401053603c4ad970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-3868955046779233079</id><published>2009-04-26T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:22:09.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SfQLR1JaAfI/AAAAAAAAALU/dntioQGYvd8/s1600-h/talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896660038353394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SfQLR1JaAfI/AAAAAAAAALU/dntioQGYvd8/s320/talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:00PM: Vowed to go home early and start writing a talk, in order to be done by at least 9:00PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30ish PM: Got off work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00PM-9:30PM: Wasted time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30PM-1:15AM (present): Started writing talk, funned around on the interweb, downloaded some music from the CD "80 Great Movie Themes" (I don't know either, so don't ask), continued writing talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Projected Time to Finish Talk: 2:30ish AM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00AM: Present talk in Sacrament Meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well done, Catherine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-3868955046779233079?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3868955046779233079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=3868955046779233079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3868955046779233079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3868955046779233079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/400pm-vowed-to-go-home-early-and-start.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SfQLR1JaAfI/AAAAAAAAALU/dntioQGYvd8/s72-c/talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8879069806543576222</id><published>2009-04-19T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:38:08.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Sev7hSZ8DeI/AAAAAAAAALM/I6F0rW_cn5I/s1600-h/slc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627533590629858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Sev7hSZ8DeI/AAAAAAAAALM/I6F0rW_cn5I/s320/slc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things That Have (or will) Change in the Life of Cathers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;vgnextoid=a6246a008952b010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Provo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Salt Lake City &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;: Singles Ward full of people like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennycpayne.blogspot.com/2008/06/singles-ward-can-be-found-under-extreme.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; A ward full of normal people. Holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; DVR-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; DVR (has saved my life probably 117 times already-no joke).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; No gay friends who are married to illegal lesbian immigrants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; One gay friend who is actually married to an illegal lesbian immigrant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; Weekly visits to Sam Hawk (best Korean restaurant of all time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Trying (unsuccessfully) to find a Salt Lake substitute for Sam Hawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; No ipod. For reals-it made me feel better than all of you who conformed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Ipod. Now I'm just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYecfV3ubP8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;faceless idiot for Apple to brainwash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;just like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; Conan O'Brien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Introducing...my boyfriend, Jimmy Fallon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; Jay Leno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Introducing...my other boyfriend, Conan O'brien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; Only Diet Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Diet Coke and Vitamin Water-the orange one tastes just like Tang. Not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; Duffy, Feist, M. Ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; 90s Jams, Ting Tings, The Elected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt; Had not yet discovered Jackie and Debra/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeahDax24Dg&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jersey Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Have discovered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdpKwwomO_A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jackie and Debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JyfBFz9X54&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jersey Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and there is nothing in this world that could make me even 1/4 as happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just a morsel of the tom foolery I've come to endure, neigh, RELISH here in SLC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Forever Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;catjaner&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/6712327835729982005-8879069806543576222?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8879069806543576222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8879069806543576222' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8879069806543576222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8879069806543576222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-have-or-will-change-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/Sev7hSZ8DeI/AAAAAAAAALM/I6F0rW_cn5I/s72-c/slc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7923924370487711096</id><published>2009-01-09T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:02:09.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen you guys, I really need roughly $4,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really good idea for a movie, who wants to produce it?  I can't let you in on all the details (I don't want everyone taking the ideas and turning them into Hannah Montana-or whoever is running Hollywood at the moment-for a quick buck) but here are a few keywords:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lottery&lt;br /&gt;Parker Posey&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Guest&lt;br /&gt;TAMN&lt;br /&gt;JJWT&lt;br /&gt;The Deep South&lt;br /&gt;Paternity Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.  It's going to be amazing.  I know, cinema is boring, but it's a part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7923924370487711096?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7923924370487711096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7923924370487711096' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7923924370487711096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7923924370487711096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/listen-you-guys-i-really-need-roughly.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8208399230468258458</id><published>2008-12-18T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:32:18.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennycpayne.blogspot.com/2008/12/calling-all-drivers.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=10&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=15237449&amp;amp;parentid=W_SHOES_BOOTS&amp;amp;sortProperties=+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=237&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/37752/saturday-night-live-the-lawrence-welk-show"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're welcome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8208399230468258458?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8208399230468258458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8208399230468258458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8208399230468258458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8208399230468258458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-happy-about-this-this-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7157321467641429877</id><published>2008-11-25T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:35:13.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SSyZtbN_eVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/prCWXaAi3wY/s1600-h/NikkiCupcakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272758269423614290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SSyZtbN_eVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/prCWXaAi3wY/s320/NikkiCupcakes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My faith in contests has been restored. TAMN has selected me for the winner of some Sweet Tooth Fairy Cupcakes and I cannot wait to collect my prize. The cupcakes are so glam-check them out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesweettoothfairy/sets/72157603839918298/show/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can also get cookies and all kinds of crap from this bakery, order a million things from them &lt;a href="http://www.thesweettoothfairy.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special thanks to Leandra for telling me about my winnings. You will be sampling these little babies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7157321467641429877?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7157321467641429877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7157321467641429877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7157321467641429877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7157321467641429877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-won-my-faith-in-contests-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SSyZtbN_eVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/prCWXaAi3wY/s72-c/NikkiCupcakes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-3745122687977541631</id><published>2008-11-06T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:16:32.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SRNCYEP_tCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eHvItDPnSqc/s1600-h/tipjar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265625370551366690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SRNCYEP_tCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eHvItDPnSqc/s320/tipjar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;TIP PANIC: (tip, pan-ik) noun, verb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sudden, overwhelming fear that one's gratuity is insufficient. Often followed by irrational thinking, leading to an overly-generous tip. Most cases occur in ethnic restaurants, most likely due to the language barrier or fear that waiter/tress is a refugee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else ever get this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-3745122687977541631?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3745122687977541631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=3745122687977541631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3745122687977541631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3745122687977541631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/tip-panic-tip-pan-ik-noun-verb-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SRNCYEP_tCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eHvItDPnSqc/s72-c/tipjar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1010460363799527440</id><published>2008-10-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:15:35.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SP9tmq6PWCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gC1-HfupExY/s1600-h/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260043400913049634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SP9tmq6PWCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gC1-HfupExY/s320/toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet Coke + Toast = Crazy Delicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1010460363799527440?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1010460363799527440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1010460363799527440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1010460363799527440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1010460363799527440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/diet-coke-toast-crazy-delicious.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SP9tmq6PWCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gC1-HfupExY/s72-c/toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-5877337008732159502</id><published>2008-10-15T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:33:24.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SPZ9TQCJncI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z3lDJKO46IY/s1600-h/festival+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257527384676605378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SPZ9TQCJncI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z3lDJKO46IY/s320/festival+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALLING ALL CRAFTERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it's a little early for Christmas stuff but...Last weekend I was at Primary Children's Hospital getting some information on the &lt;a href="http://www.festivaloftrees.com/"&gt;Festival of Trees.&lt;/a&gt; I knew that the festival was where people donate trees and that people bid on them and 100% of the proceeds go to Primary Children's, but I DIDN'T know that there are other things you can donate besides trees. Apparently they do a gift boutique as well. That means, any person who can make a quality item that another person might want to purchase is invited to donate. I have decided to make something awesome and donate it. I know I have a lot of craft-tastic friends who might want to donate as well. Let me give you the info (this is straight from the packet they gave me at the meeting):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Large numbers of quality handmade gifts are needed. Involve your friends, relatives, neighbors, and associates. STRESS THE IMPORTANCE OF QUALITY ITEMS, but graciously accept all gifts. Encourage donors to package items in clear cellophane wrap, bags, or use ribbon to gift-wrap items when appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Turn In:&lt;/span&gt; We encourage all gifts to be completed by November 1, so they can be priced before Festival begins. Please check each item to make sure it is in good condition. Turn gifts in to Board Members in sturdy boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pricing:&lt;/span&gt; It is helpful if the donor includes the cost of materials for each item. Our goal is to price items at market value. The quality of work, the cost of materials, and the colors influence the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gift Ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas Items:&lt;/span&gt; Nativity items, snowman kits, wall hangings, large wooden items, ornaments, tree skirts, neighbor gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Craft Items:&lt;/span&gt; All-occasion note cards, thank you cards, dolls beaded, necklaces and bracelets, embroidered samplers, neighbors gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quilts:&lt;/span&gt; Tied or quilted king, queen, regular, twin and baby size. There is a great demand for larger sizes and rag quilts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kitchen:&lt;/span&gt; Tablecloths, runners, aprons, applique dishtowels, nylon scrubbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Baby and Children:&lt;/span&gt; Receiving blankets, burp cloths, chunky and fuzzy yarn hats and mittens, hooded bath towels, preemie items, baby headbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afghans:&lt;/span&gt; Lap robes and afghans in white and off-white are always in demand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just thought this would be a really awesome charity project-I always want to do something like this but I forget. Last year they raised 1.6 million dollars for all those babies! Can you believe that? Anyway, let me know if you have any questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-5877337008732159502?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5877337008732159502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=5877337008732159502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5877337008732159502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5877337008732159502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/calling-all-crafters-i-know-its-little.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SPZ9TQCJncI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z3lDJKO46IY/s72-c/festival+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-6622881753394288443</id><published>2008-10-13T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:47:15.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag-a-licious'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got tagged. Twice. Drumroll...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I pride myself on knowing a lot of theme songs to old TV shows. IE: Every time I turn around--I see that girl that turns my world around--standing there...(anyone know what that's from? I bet you don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Planning trips that I probably won't take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Planning trips that I actually will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Generic fruit snacks. IE: Shark Bites, Fruit Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Anything Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Coming up with nicknames for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 words/phrases I use often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Goonin the goofs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Doofin the doons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Loafin around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GET IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. JUDAS PRIEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NAILED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SWAAAAAAAAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ride through Kenecott Copper Mines on a glorious white stallion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a date with Brandon Walsh. We'd probably hold hands on the beach and then go to a party where we would get offered drugs. We wouldn't take the drugs though, because we're both really grounded. Brandon's sister Brenda would probably take the drugs and then blame it on Kelly. That is going to be such a MESS (duh...nuh nuh nuh nuh NUH nuh!-that's the 90210 theme)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Plan a scheme with Zack Morris (hopefully some kind of prank on Mr. Belding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn more about spaceships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn more about zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn more about robots and prevent their uprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to Russia, on Christmas, to watch a football game that my brother is playing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Buy a house, in Vermont, and make Applesauce. Then turn that into a small business called Country Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I've learned in the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making cookies for an apartment full of the boys is just about the dumbest thing you could ever do with your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fruit=good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cake=great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fruit cake=nasty crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Once I was watching a children's show from Canada that said the snow leopard was the "fastest animal in the world". I think they know something we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dump your drink out before you throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eye primer=best invention ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Instead of "answers" on a math test, we should just have "impressions". And if you got the wrong "impression", so what? Can't we all be brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I currently want/need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Thousand Splendid Suns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New work clothing. It's a freaking fashion show at Express Employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Golden Retriever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Volvo station wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 8 million saunas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All kinds of things from Williams Sonoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 places I want to see/visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. South Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Berlin, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bryce Canyon. I still haven't been there and I don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Turkey (Amy, don't get mad that I'm copying your co ed grill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Frazer, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sam Hawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. India Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thai Siam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Costa Vida (or Cafe Rio, depening on the location)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Zupas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. California Pizza Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Noodles &amp;amp; Co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sonic. For drinks only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I can't live without:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Arrested Development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Riddles of Wizard's Oak (Do the RHOMBUS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Antiquies Roadshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ANTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Painting with Bob Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Choice, Our Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-6622881753394288443?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6622881753394288443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=6622881753394288443' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6622881753394288443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6622881753394288443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1876095488865448175</id><published>2008-09-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:57:41.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SM71-Q4SL1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NPz0r_MMnEA/s1600-h/honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246401065964941138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SM71-Q4SL1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NPz0r_MMnEA/s320/honey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY'RE HERE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Limited time only.  Product may result in a dislike for any other apple fruit product and can lead to other fruit tasting like warm sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1876095488865448175?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1876095488865448175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1876095488865448175' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1876095488865448175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1876095488865448175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyre-here.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SM71-Q4SL1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NPz0r_MMnEA/s72-c/honey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-4006189895199242450</id><published>2008-09-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:11:43.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SMVqMpJQJrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vaFiGC1vd3A/s1600-h/broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243714106578446002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SMVqMpJQJrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vaFiGC1vd3A/s320/broom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends That Say Funny Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While talking about gas prices, Leia wondered aloud why the government can't just "train us to ride broomsticks". The government. Because they know how to ride broomsticks and are just waiting till the right moment to release this information to the public. I laughed for 10 million hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My sister, Annie, and brother-in-law, Jason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie told me that, in church, Jason brainstormed an idea that will revolutionize the whole high school scene. What if there was a high school created just for pregnant teens? It could be called Hoe High and their fight song could be "High-hoe, high-hoe, it's off to school we go..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told me that, when he was ten, loved to sing and dance and found a way to create an audience for himself when he did this. He took a large aluminum can, painted people on the inside, put the can on his head, and then sang away. Keep in mind he was outside while doing this. Just sitting on the lawn, singing with a can on his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend who shall remain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonomys&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently acquired some Living Scriptures videos from a family close to her. The funny part about this is as follows: 1. She doesn't need/want the videos. 2. They are stolen from the aforementioned family. Not to worry, they will not be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-4006189895199242450?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4006189895199242450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=4006189895199242450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4006189895199242450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4006189895199242450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends-that-say-funny-things-leia.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SMVqMpJQJrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vaFiGC1vd3A/s72-c/broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8515236520470617448</id><published>2008-08-27T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:23:23.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SLX971jEvhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2YeMtt8HYAo/s1600-h/90s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239372945943739922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SLX971jEvhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2YeMtt8HYAo/s320/90s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's on my mind as of late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Orange County. I think it's stupid. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;09. Hungarian restaurants. Anyone know of one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;08. I think SeriouslysoBlessed is copying me. Ok, I know she isn't, but I'm so jealous of all her fame that I just have to keep telling myself that she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;07. Cool Runnings. Feel de rhythm, feel de ride, clear de way, it's bobsled time. When was the last time you watched that movie? Too long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;06. Bimbimbop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;05. &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/08/18/107-self-aware-hip-hop-references/"&gt;This post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;04. Bringing back trends from the early 1990's. I call it: Project Stephanie Tanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;03. High fashion parties at the Tracy Aviary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;02. Ed Hardy is for dorks. Rich dorks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;01. Fall Air Smell. Can't wait to soak that mess up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8515236520470617448?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8515236520470617448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8515236520470617448' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8515236520470617448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8515236520470617448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-whats-on-my-mind-as-of-late-10.html' title=''/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SLX971jEvhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2YeMtt8HYAo/s72-c/90s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-4464285976948996736</id><published>2008-08-11T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:45:30.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Leala Call is in the 21 Club!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SKBeRMB-6yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCv5ECrXjw0/s1600-h/leala+birf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233286416384846626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SKBeRMB-6yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCv5ECrXjw0/s320/leala+birf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina is 21-a-licious! Here are some highlights of Leandra, for those of you who don't know her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has some of the best/awkward dance moves you've ever seen. The hardest I've ever laughed in my life (seriously) is when The Nin was showing off those moves at Brady &amp;amp; Taryn's Black and White Party. She was all over the ground, a chair, and the other party-ers. I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nin not only gets the jokes but makes up a lot of them. Not a lot of people know, but the word "Girf" is a Leandra Original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time, while Leandra was getting her bridal pictures, the photographer told her to do some impromptu poses. So Leandra decided to do some hurkees (no idea how to spell that), which is basically a toe touch but with one leg bent. Keep in mind she was wearing a wedding dress while this was happening. It was glorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A favorite activity to do is a midnight sing-a-long to Rent, Dream Girls, Moulin Rouge, or High School Musical. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in wooooooooords how wonderful these musicals are, when you sing them late at niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Leala was my roommate, sometimes I would accidentally scare the crap out of her. Afterward, she would tell me she was so scared because she "thought I was a vampire".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't know how to do handstands in a pool. There is a video somewhere of her attempt at this, but I don't know how to find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows the importance of Sonic drinks, Red Vines, bubble gum, Hint of Lime chips, Lost, America's Best Dance Crew and Potato Surprise (one time Leandra made a dinner that was basically whole potatoes, melted cheese, and 400 bags of peas-it was beautiful).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need to know more or want to ask for more delicious recipes like Potato Surprise, you can look/comment &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlea.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://jesseandleandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Happy Birthday, Lea-Laundry Nine! Tell your dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-4464285976948996736?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4464285976948996736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=4464285976948996736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4464285976948996736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4464285976948996736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/leala-call-is-in-21-club.html' title='Leala Call is in the 21 Club!'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SKBeRMB-6yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCv5ECrXjw0/s72-c/leala+birf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-763544947031123690</id><published>2008-08-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:28:57.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing till I don&apos;t have a face anymore'/><title type='text'>Bella Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJct746XSvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/maLO1_8wZWA/s1600-h/breaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230699999126833906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJct746XSvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/maLO1_8wZWA/s320/breaking.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many of you are probably aware, the fourth book in the Twilight Series came out on Saturday. In light of this event, the most hilarious thing ever has happend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Sister-in-Law, Kari, was driving around in Salt Lake when something caught her eye: a large banner hanging above the freeway, with "BELLA DIES" written on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA! I have never been so glad in my entire life. Glad and jealous that I didn't think of this first. This is the best possible prank that could be played on Utah. I would not be surprised it I saw this little number on the news. For those of you who are unfamilar with this series, Bella is the main character. Now, I have no idea if this spoiler is even true (I'm actually thinking it isn't-the author is such a sap, I don't think she could let the main character go) but I am now convinced it may or may not be my divine duty to put up the same sign in Utah County. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-763544947031123690?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/763544947031123690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=763544947031123690' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/763544947031123690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/763544947031123690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/bella-dies.html' title='Bella Dies'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJct746XSvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/maLO1_8wZWA/s72-c/breaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-3151400906052752413</id><published>2008-08-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:05:44.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Voyage'/><title type='text'>Leia is in the 23 Club Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJM-lucSknI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y5h_RhXPCn8/s1600-h/lega+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229592410150048370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJM-lucSknI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y5h_RhXPCn8/s320/lega+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I realize this cake says "Happy 30th Birthday, Regina" on it, but the cake is so fitting (shopping bag + Leia's favorite colors) that I just needed to put it up. Anyway, today is Leia's Birthday! Leia is 23 and an official adult. Here are the reasons The Leggs and I are friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229592626500386258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJM-yUaOvdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3Hib-wHQ0ZY/s320/leggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time she said this: "I'm not worried about cancer. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm worried about calories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." HA! Don't act like that isn't the funniest thing ever. &lt;p&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;catches on quickly to slang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like "girf/boyf", "tots", "mates", and other such Buckle jargon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She knows that the answer to any problem you will ever face is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet Coke from Sonic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We read the same &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;retarded books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then have lengthy discussions on what we think will happen in the sequel to that retarded book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is as obsessed with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as I am and will watch the occasional marathon with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We both thought "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" was about the gayest thing ever, even when everyone else in the theater was in total awe of such an adorable (adorable=cliche) love story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We understand how awesome &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Igrid and Meiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are and sometimes have emotional moments at their concert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have both decided to be rich and have lots of plastic surgery and maids and live next to each other when we are older. It's just easier that way you guys. Get over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Leggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't believe you are leaving (Leia is leaving to go rock The Buckle in Valencia, CA)! I will miss you like craz-ay and can't wait to come visit you every day! So many Wicked and MEKs and Diet Coke and parties with the cast of Laguna Beach. PS if anyone wants to come to a certain "midnight celebration" with us to celebrate, you are invited. But I can't tell you what that celebration is, because it is too embarrassing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-3151400906052752413?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3151400906052752413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=3151400906052752413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3151400906052752413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3151400906052752413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/leia-is-in-23-club-today.html' title='Leia is in the 23 Club Today'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJM-lucSknI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y5h_RhXPCn8/s72-c/lega+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2449020546846854175</id><published>2008-07-29T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:22:21.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, PA Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJNGMerSwDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8GxSMXD04o/s1600-h/adri+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229600772514299954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJNGMerSwDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8GxSMXD04o/s320/adri+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SI9ruV4HXpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jkzUq97IQp0/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228516136291098258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="8" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SI9ruV4HXpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jkzUq97IQp0/s320/cake.jpg" width="32" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This entry is in celebration of two birthdays-my two nieces living in Lancaster, PA: Juliet and Adrienne! Juliet turned 1 on 07/23 and Adri will be turning 15 on 08/01. Here are some of my favorite things about these girfs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SI9r32NueEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xd3jbmFxuYw/s1600-h/pink+guff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228516299590498370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SI9r32NueEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xd3jbmFxuYw/s320/pink+guff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SI9sJmVScJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/14zlwHcJisw/s1600-h/ticked+guff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228516604564893842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SI9sJmVScJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/14zlwHcJisw/s320/ticked+guff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Playing Barbies with Adri. She has a crazy voice for her Barbies and it is just too hilarious and makes you want to talk in that same crazy voice all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Juliet's fatty arms/legs. Can you even handle it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The fact that Juliet could be Adri's big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When the babies hate everyone that isn't Mom or Dad. I don't know why I think this is the funniest thing on earth (see above picture of Adri).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Crazy ratty baby hair. Best thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, babies! I hope your day is a wonderful dream come true and that you get all the glass slippers/beautiful ball gowns/fairy wands you've ever dreamed of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2449020546846854175?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2449020546846854175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2449020546846854175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2449020546846854175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2449020546846854175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-pa-babies.html' title='Happy Birthday, PA Babies!'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SJNGMerSwDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8GxSMXD04o/s72-c/adri+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7017056548625943120</id><published>2008-07-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:20:49.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escuela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo Culture'/><title type='text'>You Know You're a UVU Student When (and yes, this is based off of real-life experience)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SH5J_kC9wvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5q_78NNSVto/s1600-h/uvsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223693974153052914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SH5J_kC9wvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5q_78NNSVto/s320/uvsc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your upper-division Race and Minority Relations Professor just asked you to type a one-page paper on the history of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are offered extra credit in English 1010 if you wear &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, black or &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to class and your teacher has written on the board "All late assignments, up to this point, need to be turned in by Friday or you will only receive &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;80% of the credit&lt;/span&gt;"...this is halfway through the semester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Astronomy teacher tells you not to worry about asteroids attacking the earth, because our first line of defense is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bruce Willis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparation for finals means renting the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bon Losse Hair Academy girls&lt;/span&gt; to come give massages in the Hall of Flags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;During group presentations in your Communications class, one group begins by singing the Primary "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;turn your frown into a smile&lt;/span&gt;" song, while holding smiley-face masks in front of their faces. They got an A-.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Communications 1010 teacher has a resume that includes "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Professional Clown&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your 7 Habits of Highly Effective People class accidentally turned into a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;testimony meeting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're hungry, you know that someone is bound to be handing out &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;free popcorn&lt;/span&gt; somewhere on campus. No one knows why. It just happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's election time in the business hall. As you are walking past the booths, you hear one of the candidates yell "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vote for Team HOT&lt;/span&gt;!" Because that's what qualifies them for office. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post will be done in installments. This is just the first. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to let me know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Disclaimer: I like UVU. Situations like these are not an &lt;em&gt;every day&lt;/em&gt; occurrence, but when they &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;come up...it is a real treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7017056548625943120?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7017056548625943120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7017056548625943120' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7017056548625943120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7017056548625943120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-youre-uvu-student-when-and-yes.html' title='You Know You&apos;re a UVU Student When (and yes, this is based off of real-life experience)...'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SH5J_kC9wvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5q_78NNSVto/s72-c/uvsc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-5265530688532919616</id><published>2008-07-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:45:43.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo Culture'/><title type='text'>Provo Culture Chapter 6: Parkway Crossing Residents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SGzlzFbYK9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JtolXvgT33c/s1600-h/pkwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798734008658898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SGzlzFbYK9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JtolXvgT33c/s320/pkwy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to avoid the Honor Code at all costs? Looking for a place where you can bump and grind to your 18-19-yr-old heart's content? All you need to do is look west of the Freeway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why People Move In:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. They're heard it advertised on 97.1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Their Mom/Dad saw it from the freeway, it sure &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; nice, doesn't it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Their hussy of a sister lived their a year or two previous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. They like the idea of living amongst the Mormons, without having to deal with all the fuss of the Honor Code. They'll have as much substance abuse as they can handle, thank you very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year-Round Dress Code Includes:&lt;/strong&gt; tank tops, flip flops, flat-brimmed gangsta hats and more cologne than you can shake a stick at!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun/Flirty/and Mostly Incoherent Staff:&lt;/strong&gt; Comprised mostly of REALLY tan 20 yr olds, the front office is almost exactly like an episode of Blind Date (minus the cartoons). Don't be surprised when they misplace your credit card number and accidently charge you $300 for utilities. No one said it was their job to do things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testimony Meetings You Can't Resist:&lt;/strong&gt; The wards at Pkwy Cxing are spiritual AND sexy (due to the lack of clothing). And if you've ever wanted to hear someone confess their sins, &lt;em&gt;over the pulpit&lt;/em&gt;, you have struck solid gold with these apartments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties That are "Off the Chain":&lt;/strong&gt; Pkwy is known for their xtreme dance parties, often thrown in their parking lots. All the Ciara, Chris Brown and Yin-Yang Twins you can handle, dawg. Also, if you are male, you are 100% guaranteed the numbers of at least 24 girls (note: these girls are all under the age of 19).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys Named Shane/Kade/Taylor:&lt;/strong&gt; So many bros who are currently enrolled in 1 class at UVU (they can't handle more than that in one semester) and spend the rest of their time checking out the babes in the Hall of Flags/Woodbury Building, laying out at the pool, and perfecting their faux-hawks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls Named Brittany/Ashley/Chantel:&lt;/strong&gt; So many blondes wearing fake eyelashes and Uggs! If they're not at home, they're most likely in the LA building of UVU, stretching out in front of the dance studios (they can't do this &lt;em&gt;inside &lt;/em&gt;the classroom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drug Busts:&lt;/strong&gt; What are the cops doing there so late? Busting your neighbors on a possession charge. Not to worry, they'll share their pot with you before they get caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever That Smell is in the Elevator:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. I can't even try to have an explanation for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-5265530688532919616?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5265530688532919616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=5265530688532919616' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5265530688532919616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5265530688532919616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/07/provo-culture-chapter-6-parkway.html' title='Provo Culture Chapter 6: Parkway Crossing Residents'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SGzlzFbYK9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JtolXvgT33c/s72-c/pkwy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1527060010204005323</id><published>2008-07-01T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:29:14.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing till I don&apos;t have a face anymore'/><title type='text'>Seriously So Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SGq9COkcJBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6ATQUOpmB4Y/s1600-h/scrapbook-supplies_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218190964230464530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SGq9COkcJBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6ATQUOpmB4Y/s320/scrapbook-supplies_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen up, blogging world: I've officially found the second best blog ever. I don't know who the creator is, but they are genius and I will be inviting them to my home for a celebratory feast as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat's List of Things That the 2nd Best Blog Ever Must Have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making fun of things Provo residents do:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every blogging cliche possible: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reference to all-things-mormon aka Twilight series, selling candles out of your home, and pronouncing Lake Powell "Lake Pal": &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying how "blessed" you are in every entry: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being the highlight of my day: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special thanks to Brian Corry for finding all the funny things and letting me in on the secrets. Keep in mind that this blog is NOT serious. It's just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seriously So Blessed: Second Best Blog of All Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1527060010204005323?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1527060010204005323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1527060010204005323' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1527060010204005323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1527060010204005323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously-so-blessed.html' title='Seriously So Blessed'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SGq9COkcJBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6ATQUOpmB4Y/s72-c/scrapbook-supplies_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8157664415591252136</id><published>2008-06-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:00:05.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Tasks to Accomplish in Summer '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SFgbNPyUBgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QexNm7twjXI/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212946483071157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SFgbNPyUBgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QexNm7twjXI/s320/fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10. Find a new haircut/color (the redder the better).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9. Attend yet another Ingrid concert. And maybe Warped Tour. June 28th. The Perfect Storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8. Win one of those Buckle Sweepstakes I keep entering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7. Project: Family Photo. No. Not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; family. Just a photo of people &lt;em&gt;pretending&lt;/em&gt; to be a family while wearing matching things and doing awkward poses (see above picture). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6. Read all the things-just finished Flags of our Fathers (if you have not read this, I highly recommend you get going on that). I'm taking suggestions...now. PS please go to &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;http://www.goodreads.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5. Weekly Cultural Food Extravaganza-thanks again for sewing those costumes for us, Taryn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4. Find a house for Fall-yikes...running out of time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. So many a million Davis County tours with The Bounce-this will include F-Town Festival Days and possibly a 4th of July Parade. Oh for heaven's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. Attend so many Bees games-thank you Leala for keeping us all posted on what will be going on at each game ie: $1 hot dog night or Fireworks Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. Weekend Road Trips. Yosemite? Santa Fe? Who knows. Let's hope this happens sooner and not later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8157664415591252136?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8157664415591252136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8157664415591252136' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8157664415591252136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8157664415591252136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-ten-tasks-to-accomplish-in-summer.html' title='Top Ten Tasks to Accomplish in Summer &apos;08'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SFgbNPyUBgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QexNm7twjXI/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-3589814094507733873</id><published>2008-06-09T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:52:06.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo Culture'/><title type='text'>Provo Culture Chapter 5: BYU Couple Etiquette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SFFSA6Yq9RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j0dD8qstnns/s1600-h/dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211036419470587154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SFFSA6Yq9RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j0dD8qstnns/s320/dating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Crucial information about the dating scene in Happy Valley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Saturday Night Date to the Grocery Store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have ever wandered Albertsons/Smiths/Wal-Mart late on a Saturday night you will see only one sight: the Saturday Night Date. This is where couples have the chance to hold hands in public, purchase water bottles and ingredients for Sunday Date Dinner and sometimes even wear matching clothing (yes this really happened, and yes they were wearing BYU Chorale sweatshirts). One other perk of this date is that it gives the couple an opportunity to feel/pretend like they're living together without actually doing it. For this reason the Grocery Store Date is only for serious couples only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Will He Open the Car Door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many a Relief Society lesson/Institute Class has focused around one central (and asinine) topic: Does Boyfriend Need to Open the Car Door For You? One might be surprised at how much controversy this sparks. Here are the sides: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1). No, women are now too independent for that kind of nonsense. They can hold their own jobs, open their own doors, and even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; for themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2). Yes. Boyfriend is not a worthy Priesthood-holder if he doesn't take the time for chivalry. A visit to the Bishop's office after such a sin may be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;So which side is right? The vast majority doesn't even know. Or care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Sacrament Back Scratch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are dating someone in Utah County, it is imperative that they accompany you to your singles ward on regular basis. There are only two reasons for this (the other one is at the bottom of this list). The first is so Girlfriend can scratch Boyfriend's back in Sacrament Meeting-in front of all their friends. Maximum impact can be made with the back scratch if girlfriend is performing the scratching with her left hand, as to display her new engagement ring. Girlfriend is now the talk of the town (or so she thinks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When to Hold Hands and Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Provo hand-holding is not because you want to. Couples are under obligation by Provo law to hold hands if they have been on 5+ dates. This accounts for 65% of the hand-holding in Utah County being extremely awkward and painful to look at. The most common places to hold hands are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mall&lt;/span&gt; (if you are caught &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; holding hands with someone at the mall, it means you are un-dateable and probably breaking some rule of the church).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grocery Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Walking to Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the Wilkinson Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In your Apartment&lt;/span&gt; (only when roommates are home and can see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First Date Conversation Topics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If first dates were a game of Jeopardy, the board would read something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Called to Serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cougar or Wolverine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Raintree Alumni-Which Apt Were You In?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your Major or Mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alriiiight Alriiiight Alright Alright Alright-HEY! (clap clap clap-clap-clap clap clap clap-clap-clap clap-clap-clap clap-clap-clap) E-F-Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Choosing What Level of Modesty is Appropriate/Most Impressive for a First Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a girl is getting ready for a date in the UC, there are only two things on her mind-"How much should I rat my hair?" and "How much modesty is necessary for this date?" A UC girl needs the perfect balance of modest and HOT on a first date. Here are the standard options and what they say about the girl (this is not applicable outside of Utah County):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tank Top:&lt;/span&gt; Easy (only worn by UVU student/hair school girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Skirt 3 Inches Above the Knee:&lt;/span&gt; Easy (usually worn by UVU student/hair school girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cap-Sleeved Shirt:&lt;/span&gt; Semi-easy. Doesn't want a relationship-wants to be able to call a lot of boys her "boyfriend" (can be worn by BYU or UVU students. Hair school girls are not allowed to wear sleeves in the summer seasons. Ban is temporarily lifted during fall/winter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Short-Sleeved (Shade/Undertease/Down East) Shirt with Lace on the Bottom:&lt;/span&gt; Wants a serious relationship immediately. Usually can be tricked into kissing on the first date, if the guy pretends he wants to date her long-term. Usually worn by BYU students, but there is an occasional UVU student who sports this look as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3/4 Sleeve Shirt:&lt;/span&gt; Indifferent. This girl is on a date because she is bored. Not because she is interested. This can be a BYU or UVSC student, but they are usually over the age of 21...and kind of bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing Boyfriend's Suit Coat (even when it's June):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #2 to go to your significant other's singles ward: so Girlfriend can wear Boyfriend's suit coat. This is important because your friends won't know you have a boyfriend (and are therefore unable to get jealous), unless you are wearing a jacket that is way to big for you. A girlfriend in Utah County will have to sacrifice comfort for status when the summer months come around-no worries, this is a sacrifice she is happy to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-3589814094507733873?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3589814094507733873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=3589814094507733873' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3589814094507733873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3589814094507733873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/06/provo-culture-chapter-5-byu-couple.html' title='Provo Culture Chapter 5: BYU Couple Etiquette.'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SFFSA6Yq9RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j0dD8qstnns/s72-c/dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-4192728612839921942</id><published>2008-06-03T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:13:46.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag-a-licious'/><title type='text'>T-T-T-TAG!</title><content type='html'>CJY (Carly Johnston-Young) has tagged me. So here it is...all secrets revealed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Joys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*White Out. Especially the roll-on kind. How fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;*Not having to work on Saturdays (I can't even BEGIN to describe the happiness this brings me-no offense to all the Buckle soldiers who rock every Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;*Family photos that include characters such as "adventurous son" and "awkward 14 year old boy who is kind of chubby and is forced to sit in the front".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Fears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Octopus getting stuck on my face-what could be worse than that?!&lt;br /&gt;*Creatures getting stuck in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;*Some day I'll be watching General Conference and the prophet will announce that it is no longer ok to drink Diet Coke or go tanning. I'm not kidding. I get anxiety about it every April/October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Save all the money as to be able to afford things later.&lt;br /&gt;*Drink an adequate amount of water daily.&lt;br /&gt;*Write the books. There are 3-4 stirring around in my brain at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Current Obsessions/Collections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;*T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;*Borders.&lt;br /&gt;*Emerald and copper-colored things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Surprising Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm always thirsty. Always.&lt;br /&gt;*I love looking for product placement in movies. Marketing is the best hobby anyone could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;*I want to color my hair carrot-red but won't do it because it is socially unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Friends to Tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Amy-it's about freaking time you had a new post&lt;br /&gt;*The Leala&lt;br /&gt;*Leia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-4192728612839921942?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4192728612839921942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=4192728612839921942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4192728612839921942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4192728612839921942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-t-t-tag.html' title='T-T-T-TAG!'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1981746786657559975</id><published>2008-05-31T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:08:34.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suggestion Box'/><title type='text'>Things to Avoid While Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SEIuuazT16I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t3dK-6ioFrU/s1600-h/lastbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206775494197106594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SEIuuazT16I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t3dK-6ioFrU/s320/lastbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am home and with only one complaint: why can't the airport just be a normal place where all you have to do is present your ticket, get a boarding pass, and be on your merry way? This is what usually happens to me when I arrive at the airport:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Attempted Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Give my bags to the nice people on the curb so I don't have to deal with checking my baggage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Really Happens: I give the Sky Cap my paper ticket, only to have them search through their "database" for approximately 15 min while mumbling things like "Well I just don't see your reservation in here..." and "Maybe if I try...nope, that didn't work either..."and then tell me that I don't actually have a ticket, and probably don't really exist as a human being. This is followed by a long series of negotiations/phone calls to supervisors/blackmails/me having a mild panic attack/and finally the resolution-I was right the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Prediction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The Sky Cap is not looking through a "database" at all, but instead is looking through all the cards in his/her game of Solitaire. I think they like to watch patrons, such as myself, suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This seriously happens EVERY time I fly. Most recently I was actually forced to purchase a new ticket out of Hawaii, which was refunded 3 minutes later, upon discovery of the already existing ticket. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Attempted Action:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Get all the bags through security as to make sure I am not a terrorist threat to the airline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What Really Happens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Upon close examination of my bags, it is usually discovered that I have accidentally packed all of my liquids in my carry-on and am now forced to go back downstairs and check an additional bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Prediction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's not a good idea to pack at 1-2 in the morning. You will forget protocol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attempted Action:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Get to layover city-board connecting flight successfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What Really Happens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There are a few options here: (A) Flight I am on is late and you have to run like crazy to find the next one, (B) Your itinerary has secretly been changed by CheapTickets (seriously-no email updates or anything) and you must now adapt to whatever they want (C) You have either landed at LAX or PHL and the airport layout is so messed up that you will probably never get out alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Prediction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I actually don't have any thoughts on this one. It just happens every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Atte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mpted Action&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Retrieve bags as to have an enjoyable and stress-free vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What Really Happens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bags somehow end up across the country. Airport personnel assures you that bags will be delivered promptly the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Prediction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Airport personnel actually wants to go through your bags first-if they find something good, they will take it and say it got lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1981746786657559975?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1981746786657559975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1981746786657559975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1981746786657559975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1981746786657559975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-to-avoid-while-traveling.html' title='Things to Avoid While Traveling'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SEIuuazT16I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t3dK-6ioFrU/s72-c/lastbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-89418165931528636</id><published>2008-05-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:08:12.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye bye.'/><title type='text'>Adios.  Au revoir.  Auf Wiedersehen.  Aloha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SC4TmY0RcbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/utWxkDDeAXU/s1600-h/hw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201116169877156274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SC4TmY0RcbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/utWxkDDeAXU/s320/hw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I need to do before leaving for Huh-vi-ee:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Purchase enough tanning lotion to tranquilize a horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Find 10 awesome vintage tees (why is the only clothing I own cardigans?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Make so many awesome CD jams for car rides around the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Decide which eyeshadows are essential. Only 4 are allowed to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Find a large suitcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Decide if I will wear sunblock or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace out everyone.  See you the 29th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-89418165931528636?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/89418165931528636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=89418165931528636' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/89418165931528636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/89418165931528636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/05/adios-au-revoir-auf-wiedersehen-aloha.html' title='Adios.  Au revoir.  Auf Wiedersehen.  Aloha.'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SC4TmY0RcbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/utWxkDDeAXU/s72-c/hw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2656043480184602312</id><published>2008-05-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:28:46.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo Culture'/><title type='text'>Provo Culture Chapter 4: The Provo All-Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SCOGrPWNc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MY4fYbbMCbQ/s1600-h/allstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198146472327869298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SCOGrPWNc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MY4fYbbMCbQ/s320/allstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know when a pack/herd of these young gentlemen is approaching-the hair on the back of your neck stands up, you shudder from the stench of their Abercrombie FIERCE cologne. You try to get away, but it's too late. The All-Stars are already up in yo' grill. There's no known way to completely avoid the All-Stars (Utah County is crawling with them), but you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; closely monitor their migratory patterns as to make sure you're never caught off guard by their arrival. Here's what to expect:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All-Stars migrate in packs of 3-5 males, ranging from ages 22-26. They are territorial creatures-rarely traveling outside their region or "turf". A daily round for an All-Star will include the following locations (this pattern is based off of the summer season-locations are subject to change when the weather gets colder):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9-11AM-GOLDS GYM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; An All-Star is nothing without his "technically good physique". Therefore he must start his morning off with two things: his primary prey-some kind of protein shake that will make him "ripped", and about a 2 hour visit to Golds Gym (no self-respecting All-Star would go to 24 Hour Fitness). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SIDENOTE:&lt;/span&gt; The Golds Gym schedule breakdown is as follows: 15 min warm-up of walking around, checking out the other "dudes" to make sure they are the strongest/hottest, 45 min working the biceps, 10 min checking out the chicks, and 50 min working their abdominals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11PM-EXPENSIVE APARTMENTS THEY CALL HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; An All-Star must take at least an hour to primp himself for the day's dealings-and what better place to do this than an apartment that charges $460+ for rent (without utilities). An All-Star apartment will include the following amenities: big screen TV, awesome pool with lots of hotties, LOVESAC (what better way to get close to the hotties?), and so many "supplements" of every kind in the kitchen-All Stars gotta keep it tight, yo. Ah yee-ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1-4PM-SWIMMING POOL OR PLACE WHERE THEY CAN BE HALF NAKED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hottie alert. Da boyz are now living it up (because they don't have jobs) at the watering hole. This provides the following opportunities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show that rockin' bod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wear a pukka shell necklaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a tan (they soak up the rays for an average of 2 hours daily).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compare themselves to other guys and be reassured that they are the prettiest girl at the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traditional mating ritual of scouting out the hottest females.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4-5PM-QUICK STOP AT FOOT LOCKER/FINISH LINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All-Stars are in constant need of new Nikes. This is not because their shoes have been worn down from all their ball-playing. This is because their current "kicks" have been scuffed and are no longer sparkling white. No Peacock would display bent feathers, so why would an All-Star display lightly-worn footwear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-9PM-BLINGIN' PROVO BASH (IE Rock the Block or some such party):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All-Stars will unwind after a stressful day by a night of partying (watching girls with low self esteem compete for their attention, driving around in their flashy automobiles and drinking "Dew"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10-11PM-HOT TUB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All-Stars on the prowl. Since All-Stars rarely leave their pack-this is prime time to watch their competitive nature. If there are females present, the All-Stars' muscles will be perma-flexed and their hair will be perfa-styled (how else will the ladies decide who the alpha male is?). They will talk about how much they can bench, how rich they will be when they become men, and how many girls they've "hooked up with" in the last week. They will assume the girls will be impressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12-1AM-BACK TO GOLDS GYM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One more round of "lifting" to prepare for the next day. An All-Star's thirst for large muscles is never quenched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SIDENOTE:&lt;/span&gt; The gym uniform will be some color variation of the following: basketball shorts, wife beater, Nike Shocks (shoelaces will be untied), and 1 sweat bands for their wrist. All clothing will match impeccably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the hours between scheduled times no one is sure where the All-Stars will be. Be on the look-out and make sure you wear sunglasses during those hours so you can avoid eye contact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2656043480184602312?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2656043480184602312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2656043480184602312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2656043480184602312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2656043480184602312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/05/provo-culture-chapter-4-provo-all-stars.html' title='Provo Culture Chapter 4: The Provo All-Stars'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SCOGrPWNc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MY4fYbbMCbQ/s72-c/allstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2136919347741030638</id><published>2008-05-02T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:41:56.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBuJuVtxZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/si_3pJbsY68/s1600-h/danity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195898024298112834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBuJuVtxZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/si_3pJbsY68/s320/danity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start doing top ten lists. Here's the first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a list of the Top Ten Most Embarrassing (and most unacceptable) Things a Human Being Could Ever Do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10. Love to shop at DEB/Vanity so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9. Eat at Chilis...and like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8. Wear a "perverted hidden message tee" from Abercrombie/American Eagle/Hollister. You know the ones I mean-"Woody's Cabin-We Go All Night!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7. Use the phrase "Ex-Boyfriend" or "My Ex" when referring to a past relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6. Watch Tila Tequila's House of Lesbians (or whatever that show is called).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5. Put a "So Cal" bumper sticker on the back of your car and constantly complain about how Utah doesn't have an In &amp;amp; Out or Rainbow flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4. Bring Mardi Gras beads to St. George for Spring Break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. Proudly display a Playboy Bunny-shaped tanline just above your hip (there are bonus points available here if you are a RADIOACTIVE orange color).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. Purchase (for yourself and with your own money) a Taylor Swift CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. Purchase (for yourself and with your own money) a Danity Kane CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2136919347741030638?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2136919347741030638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2136919347741030638' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2136919347741030638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2136919347741030638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBuJuVtxZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/si_3pJbsY68/s72-c/danity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-7316423063519437898</id><published>2008-04-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:15:58.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Go Shorrty, It's Yo Birfday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBIDd1txZyI/AAAAAAAAADs/lTcBbmTZT-Y/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193217131481753378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBIDd1txZyI/AAAAAAAAADs/lTcBbmTZT-Y/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to The Nana! Staci is my friend/boss from Buckle. Here are some little known facts about the Stabster-licious:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She introduced me to MAC (this seriously changed my life...SERIOUSLY).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to be an astronaut...and I think she still does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know why her hair was down at her wedding, but half up for the reception (see me or Leia for details).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give her a chance, and she'll get you addicted to Cadbury Mini Eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She saves money buy using mall employee coupons to places like Clinique and Chik-Fil-A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is fluent in "Brieves" and one time said: "I gue I cho Rebs". Hahahaha-oh the brieves...&lt;/div&gt;Her favorite movie is "Beetlejuice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for a well-known fact: Stac is one of the most generous, awesome people in the universe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Nane-nane. You're the greatest. Have fun on the Buckle vacay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-7316423063519437898?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7316423063519437898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=7316423063519437898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7316423063519437898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/7316423063519437898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-shorrty-its-yo-birfday.html' title='Go Shorrty, It&apos;s Yo Birfday'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBIDd1txZyI/AAAAAAAAADs/lTcBbmTZT-Y/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2122985998546157502</id><published>2008-04-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:30:03.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo Culture'/><title type='text'>Provo Culture Chapter 2: Hottie Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBFp21txZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/epvK9LORR2w/s1600-h/videocam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193048236187805458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBFp21txZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/epvK9LORR2w/s320/videocam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocking though it may be, Provo has a large and escalating population of Hottie Moms. Never seen one? Let me lay it down for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where Will They Be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Buckle&lt;/span&gt;: This is practically Mecca for Hottie Moms. They can't get enough of the Lucky Lil Maggies, or the employees who make a fuss over them (they don't know it, but the only reason there is a fuss being made is because the employees get paid on commission). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mod Bod/Lia Sophia/Pampered Chef Parties:&lt;/span&gt; Who needs Enrichment Night when you can get together with your rich friends and buy things you don't need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Golds Gym:&lt;/span&gt; College guys to flirt with, dirty dancing class, and a chance to dress like a total prostitute (and no one can say anything about it), who could ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Places Where There Are Salads:&lt;/span&gt; Hottie Moms + Lettuce + Dressing on the side = Nirvana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Will They Wear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10AM-12PM:&lt;/span&gt; Any casual attire (usually a velour jump suit) that says "Juicy" on it, a Tiffany's necklace, Uggs, LARGE sunglasses, fake Louis Vuitton purse (usually with some kind of animal inside), and a ponytail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12PM-4PM:&lt;/span&gt; Citizen and/or Seven jeans-mid rise with a flare with the first edition back pocket (these are usually obtained at their friend's blowout jean party), Uggs (jeans must be TUCKED IN), and a fitted statement tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4PM-Bedtime:&lt;/span&gt; Hottie Moms are all about making a statement with evening wear. At this hour they will have traded the Uggs for a pair of scandalous heels, and the tee shirt for whatever dress-casual item they found at Buckle that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIDENOTE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Outfits are subject to change when a Hottie Mom attends a gym class, such as Yoga, Kick Boxing or the ever popular Dirrty Dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Will They Marry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hottie Moms will only marry 4 types of guys: summer salesman (only those who made above $40,000 will do), guys that played baseball for UVSC, guys that played football for BYU, or guys that claim they are going to med school (but will just major in business and call it good).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What Will They Drive?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only two options: Cadillac Escalade or the Lincoln Navigator (although they can't afford either). In either car, the quintessential accessories are some kind of drink from Starbucks, designer imposter sunglasses, and blonde hair with more streaks than Zebra Striped Gum (streaks are usually orange, red and dark brown). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote:  Veteran Hottie Moms will only drive a shiny, BLACK Escalade/Navigator.  And the bigger the rims, the hotter they are.  If a Hottie Mom can acquire a ride so pimp that her husband actually has to give her a boost to get inside, she is the Queen Bee of Hottie Moms in Utah Valley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What Will Their Baby's Names Be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any celebrity name, celebrity baby name, or name from the show "Sex and the City" (IE: Beckham, Depp, Apple, Suri or Aiden). Hottie Moms have also been known to take apart two names, and combine them to form another (IE: Rogler, Taydrew, or Mattler).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Will Their Kids (usually teen aged daughters and their friends) Say About Them?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A. Friend&lt;/span&gt;: "Your mom is sooooo cyute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B. Daughter:&lt;/span&gt; "My boyfriend LOVES texting my mom. She's soooooooo cyute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C. Friend:&lt;/span&gt; "That is such a cyuuuuute shirt!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daughter:&lt;/span&gt; "Thanks, it's my Mom's!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Do Hottie Moms Love Most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Popular teenage daughters who make the cheer squad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2122985998546157502?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2122985998546157502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2122985998546157502' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2122985998546157502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2122985998546157502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/provo-culture-chapter-2-hottie-moms.html' title='Provo Culture Chapter 2: Hottie Moms'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SBFp21txZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/epvK9LORR2w/s72-c/videocam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8841216753286530627</id><published>2008-04-17T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:06:42.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo Culture'/><title type='text'>Provo Culture Chapter 1: The Elders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SAeCeBxiWKI/AAAAAAAAADc/zjydIh8OYGA/s1600-h/unleash.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190260547951679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SAeCeBxiWKI/AAAAAAAAADc/zjydIh8OYGA/s320/unleash.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking about the actual missionaries. I'm talking about the returned elders, with a new mission: to prove to Utah County what a sensational missionary they were. But how will you ever know who they are? In street clothes and without name tags, they just blend in with the masses. However, there are a few ways you can recognize an Elder when you see one. Here's how:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOUVENIRS/MEMORABILIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At church, an Elder will always have some kind of mission memorabilia to show off. IE the kangaroo skin scripture case, some sort of Tongan skirt/wrap that they wear over their slacks, or the classic leather-etched scripture case (usually depicting a scene from the Book of Mormon) from any Latin region of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE THIRD-HARDEST LANGUAGE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within the first 10 minutes of conversation they will let you know that they spoke one of the "three hardest languages" there are. Even if it was just French, they'll be sure to tell you the "dialect" they spoke was far more complicated than any state-side missionary could ever dream. This conversation will go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You: "Oh so you went on the mish to Spain? That's pretty neat".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Elder: "Yeah, I really miss the people. And the language. You know, REAL Spanish is the third-hardest language on earth to speak, besides Finnish and Mandarin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: if the Elder in question actually did speak Finnish, he is automatically the King of all Elders in Utah County.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ACCENT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elders are known for their fantastic accents. It's the one piece their mission they can't ever let go of. If they went to Hawaii for their mission, they must pronounce it "Huh-vi-ee". If they went to Tonga, it's "Tone-ga". Samoa is "Sah-moa". An Elder is no longer an American when they get back. They are now a native of wherever they went. This also explains what I like to call the "Aloha Phenomenon". This is when an Elder (or actually even Mormons that have recently come back from a vacation to Hawaii) will get up in sacrament meeting and begin their testimony/talk with the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aloooooooooha! (crowd mumbles aloha back) Oh c'mon, you can do better than that! ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOHA! (crowd is forced to repeat again)" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME DECOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what you will find in the living room of an Elder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A giant flag of wherever they went, tacked onto the wall. This is especially pleasing when all four members of the apartment are Elders. All four walls, covered in memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUISINE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When deciding what to eat for the night, a true Elder will always know the closest authentic mission-food restaurant around. They will take you there and speak the native language with the waitresses (this is actually a great bonus to knowing an Elder). If they are an advanced Elder, they will make the food for you themselves. They will be sure to let you know that most restaurants in the states serve only a "watered-down" version of truly authentic food from (insert awesome country here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOKES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following conversation will happen with most Elders. Beware. It is NEVER funny but they feel obligated to say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You: "So when did you get back from your mission?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder: "Two months ago. My mission was the best 8 months of my life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You: fake laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. There are other characteristics to watch for, these are just the basics. Just make sure you treat an Elder delicately when you meet one. They won't know how to react to sarcastic remarks or even constructive criticism. Just let them get it all out and hopefully they will normalize in another two years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8841216753286530627?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8841216753286530627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8841216753286530627' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8841216753286530627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8841216753286530627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/provo-culture-chapter-1-elders.html' title='Provo Culture Chapter 1: The Elders'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SAeCeBxiWKI/AAAAAAAAADc/zjydIh8OYGA/s72-c/unleash.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8233520092215656080</id><published>2008-04-16T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:28:59.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Hizappy Birthdizzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SAY3PhxiWJI/AAAAAAAAADU/KOG430nOK3c/s1600-h/keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189896360494782610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SAY3PhxiWJI/AAAAAAAAADU/KOG430nOK3c/s320/keith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Keith Elison's birthday! I chose this cake for the occasion because Keith is built on a firm "foundation", much like this fondant barn. And like these wide-eyed "ponies", peeking out of the fence, "Keith" has a curiosity and zest for life (if you didn't understand that, it's just because you didn't grow up in the Elison house. And that is just TOO bad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things about Keith is that every time he meets a celebrity, he has a really good story to tell about it. Like when he met Latoya Jackson on an airplane and, after chatting her up, &lt;em&gt;moon-walked&lt;/em&gt; back to his seat. Or like the time he saw Carol Mikita in a ride line at Disney Land and proclaimed "Carol Mikita?! This really &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;the happiest place on earth!" Or, like that time he saw Quentin Terrentino at Sundance and, after a long conversation with him, told him he'd give him $20 if he named his next character after him. Fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, happy birthday, biotch. Hope it's a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO. Just so everyone knows, I was looking through an application at my job yesterday. Here is what I found in his employment history under "Company Products/Services":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Family steak house...we cooked children".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8233520092215656080?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8233520092215656080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8233520092215656080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8233520092215656080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8233520092215656080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/hizappy-birthdizzle.html' title='Hizappy Birthdizzle'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/SAY3PhxiWJI/AAAAAAAAADU/KOG430nOK3c/s72-c/keith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-2317226675952069775</id><published>2008-04-11T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:38:44.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><title type='text'>I Don't Get It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_-SnwlPglI/AAAAAAAAADM/XxE-gW9uTVk/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188026507507761746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_-SnwlPglI/AAAAAAAAADM/XxE-gW9uTVk/s320/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a yoga class. I laughed through most of the class (don't worry, it was quiet laughter). Not because I was so shocked that half the class was male. Not because the teacher was so stereotypical that I couldn't even handle myself. Not even because at the end we had to lie down and think about our "happy place" while the instructor came around and shook out our legs. No. I was laughing because I could not understand why it was so HARD! Seriously. Look at the above picture. This is all yoga is. Sit in this pose. Turn your chest this way. Downward dog. Class is over. Now why am I sweating worse than a hooker in church? I guess I'll never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-2317226675952069775?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2317226675952069775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=2317226675952069775' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2317226675952069775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/2317226675952069775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_-SnwlPglI/AAAAAAAAADM/XxE-gW9uTVk/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-8088953002624563711</id><published>2008-04-09T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:44:18.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>hpy brthdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_1RVglPgkI/AAAAAAAAADE/66WiRskhazg/s1600-h/what+the.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187391775765922370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_1RVglPgkI/AAAAAAAAADE/66WiRskhazg/s320/what+the.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I don't know who on earth "Nilpixel" is, but isn't this the best picture you've ever seen in your life?! Today is Jason Fry's birthday. In honor of this occasion, here is a list of AWESOME things Jason has introduced me to that everyone else needs to see as well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Short Circuit (yes, the 1986 movie-never laughed so hard in my life).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This video clip: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/share_redirect.php?h=870cc6b185df387195a7bafcc71ca3ee&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DxAIWvkNy2UI%26feature%3Drelated&amp;amp;sid=8718388127"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/share_redirect.php?h=870cc6b185df387195a7bafcc71ca3ee&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DxAIWvkNy2UI%26feature%3Drelated&amp;amp;sid=8718388127&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(watch or die).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Reno 911.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOST-this show stole seriously like 3 months of my life.  And I don't even want it back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Guacomole and avacados in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Probably 8 million bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*U student culture (democrats, beards, V-neck shirts, etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*All the Mystery Science Theater you can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Other things I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all those awesome things.  Happy birthday, J.Fry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-8088953002624563711?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8088953002624563711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=8088953002624563711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8088953002624563711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/8088953002624563711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/hpy-brthdy.html' title='hpy brthdy'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_1RVglPgkI/AAAAAAAAADE/66WiRskhazg/s72-c/what+the.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-9210239306564679329</id><published>2008-04-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:28:14.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_UTpJ8YuPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FFmTrXX3FNU/s1600-h/kauai_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185072143751756018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_UTpJ8YuPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FFmTrXX3FNU/s320/kauai_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need to get a hold of me at the end of May, you won't be able to. Because I will be gone somewhere far, far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-9210239306564679329?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9210239306564679329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=9210239306564679329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/9210239306564679329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/9210239306564679329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-days.html' title='10 Days'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R_UTpJ8YuPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FFmTrXX3FNU/s72-c/kauai_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-846120115070957499</id><published>2008-03-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:30:20.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Embarrassed</title><content type='html'>That last post was put up without a proof read.  I'm embarrassed about all the spelling errors. Forgive me, blogging world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-846120115070957499?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/846120115070957499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=846120115070957499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/846120115070957499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/846120115070957499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-embarrassed.html' title='I&apos;m Embarrassed'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-3476909224016277206</id><published>2008-03-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:45:27.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Mormons Like'/><title type='text'>Things Mormons Like {A La Stuff White People Like}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-wevZ8YuJI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TW7Stup9KQ/s1600-h/da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182551070963447954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-wevZ8YuJI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TW7Stup9KQ/s320/da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When Mormons Make it to the Finals of a Reality Show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a well known fact that Mormons meet together at least 3-4 times weekly for various activities. One fact that is not so well known is this: what do mormons talk about when they get together? I'll tell you: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALITY SHOWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Particularly when there is a Mormon in the finals. A Mormon loves nothing more than to talk about &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; and/or &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brook White's&lt;/span&gt; most recent (and brilliant) performance on American Idol, or about how &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Marie Osmond&lt;/span&gt; passed out on Dancing with the Stars and is probably having diet issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-wifp8YuOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bZrKOzO1-Tc/s1600-h/mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182555198427019490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-wifp8YuOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bZrKOzO1-Tc/s320/mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BEST thing that ever happened to Mormons was Mitt Romney.  They love to talk about hos &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mitt Romney&lt;/span&gt; was-and still is-the BEST candidate (ok, so the presidential election is not a reality show but...it sure seems like it). Further more, Mormons are always convinced that the Latter Day Saint contestant is ALWAYS the BEST contestant. It doesn't matter if the person in question is a complete idiot. They are Mormon, dang it, and that alone should qualify them for a win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-whLJ8YuMI/AAAAAAAAACk/97JNoRY2z7Y/s1600-h/mr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182553746728073410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="94" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-whLJ8YuMI/AAAAAAAAACk/97JNoRY2z7Y/s320/mr.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-whoZ8YuNI/AAAAAAAAACs/mNbtv2yUE0M/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182554249239247058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-whoZ8YuNI/AAAAAAAAACs/mNbtv2yUE0M/s320/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are ever talking to a Mormon about one of their "brothers" or "sisters" in a reality show, do not EVER suggest that they like the contestant soley because of their faith. This will get you know where fast with a Mormon. They will become deeply offended and then read off a list of all the reasons their favorite reality star is perfect in every way (this is a long and ridiculous list that you could do without-trust me). On the flip side, during one of these conversations, it is always helpful to say something to this effect: "You know, I can't help but notice that (insert reality star's name here) has something different about them. They just &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;light up the whole show&lt;/span&gt;!" or "(reality star's name) is setting such a great example for the youth of today-I'm so glad so many &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Americans can look up to him/her&lt;/span&gt;!". These statements are especially impactful if you are non-Mormon. That will let the Mormon you are speaking with know that you are probably going to be ripe and ready for baptism in the next few weeks. Don't be surprised if the missionaries show up on your doorstep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only two reasons why the Mormons aren't 100% thrilled when the Mormon wins the whole show. Reason 1: the reality star is not only Mormon, but gay. This means the Mormon audience is 98% thrilled and 2% nervous that Mormons have been mis-represented on television. Reason 2: the reality show is The Re&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-we2J8YuKI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZZUzq-ibrEs/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182551186927564962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="1" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-we2J8YuKI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZZUzq-ibrEs/s320/j.jpg" width="9" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;al World New Orleans on MTV and the star is Julie. Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-3476909224016277206?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3476909224016277206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=3476909224016277206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3476909224016277206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/3476909224016277206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-mormons-like-la-stuff-white.html' title='Things Mormons Like {A La Stuff White People Like}'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-wevZ8YuJI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TW7Stup9KQ/s72-c/da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1252521342288576364</id><published>2008-03-18T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:29:58.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>Oprah Would Be So Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-BCSCjDDwI/AAAAAAAAACE/kbaDIx71Tdc/s1600-h/crythebeloved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179212449165020930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-BCSCjDDwI/AAAAAAAAACE/kbaDIx71Tdc/s320/crythebeloved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B to tha O to tha O to tha K. This is the new book I'm reading. It rocks. It's about South Africa and the blacks and the whites and the poor and the rich and the city and the townships and the Afrikaaners and the Boers. Actually...I just realized Afrikaaners and Boers might be the same thing. Oh well. Anyway, I'm going to recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized how boring the posts are as of late. My apologies. I'll spice it up next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1252521342288576364?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1252521342288576364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1252521342288576364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1252521342288576364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1252521342288576364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/03/oprah-would-be-so-proud.html' title='Oprah Would Be So Proud'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R-BCSCjDDwI/AAAAAAAAACE/kbaDIx71Tdc/s72-c/crythebeloved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-6222705937518811418</id><published>2008-03-05T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:30:32.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Things'/><title type='text'>{The WHITES}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R88Cw9xLWUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Dnch2nGAu4/s1600-h/guys-white-people-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174357537109793090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R88Cw9xLWUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Dnch2nGAu4/s320/guys-white-people-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;website of all time, courtesy of Amy and Brian's awesomeness. It's like someone took my hopes and dreams and thoughts and put them online for the world to see. Be sure to read the entire list and think of your own list to post on my blog. I need to know everyone's thoughts. This one's for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;crackers&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-6222705937518811418?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6222705937518811418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=6222705937518811418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6222705937518811418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/6222705937518811418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/03/whites.html' title='{The WHITES}'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R88Cw9xLWUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Dnch2nGAu4/s72-c/guys-white-people-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1455587970923109195</id><published>2008-02-29T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:35:00.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag-a-licious'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>I've been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tagged&lt;/span&gt;.  Only...I changed it up a little.  Hope no one's ticked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years Ago...I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  So that means I was in eighth grade, buying beef jerkey from Jeff Sorensen, trying not to get caught in the "Dungeons and Dragons" Accelerated Reader scandal and in love with...let's just say Jim Vosburgh for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Ago...I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  So I was getting ready to graduate high school-soaking up as much Pam Coburn as possible, searching the underground tunnels of DHS with Chelsea Bennett's video camera, and trying to avoid Nate Neagle and Co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things That Are (or were) On My To Do List Today...&lt;br /&gt;*Watch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;George Michael Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drink a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;or two or three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Work (aka interview some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;crazies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;non-crazies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*See &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vantage Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with J.Fry&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things People Don't Know About Me:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grape soda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one of my top 3 favorite drinks but I rarely drink it.&lt;br /&gt;*I love the smell of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*I secretly love the salad bar at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sizzler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;*I don't feel like I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Instead I feel like I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...only not as retarded.&lt;br /&gt;*The best compliments I can get are as follows: "Hey, you look really&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", "Your hair is getting so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", "Well&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; said&lt;/span&gt;", or "Hey, what you just did reminded me of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"-Keith is my brother and I think Annie would agree on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie and Jason Winn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (that's right, I said Jason too), &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hip Hopera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryann Edwards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny Payne, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Karen Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1455587970923109195?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1455587970923109195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1455587970923109195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1455587970923109195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1455587970923109195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-412857520620146404</id><published>2008-02-28T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:25:06.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{George Michael}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R8cmIuwNe-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VUgpXu1KvU0/s1600-h/george+michael.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172144628489354210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R8cmIuwNe-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VUgpXu1KvU0/s320/george+michael.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Leia for showing me the light. I'm jealous I didn't find this first. My boyfriend, George Michael Bluth, has his own show on the web. It's pretty dynamite. Please watch every episode and enjoy.&lt;a href="http://www.clarkandmichael.com/"&gt;http://www.clarkandmichael.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-412857520620146404?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/412857520620146404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=412857520620146404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/412857520620146404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/412857520620146404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/george-michael.html' title='{George Michael}'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R8cmIuwNe-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VUgpXu1KvU0/s72-c/george+michael.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-159906079719528678</id><published>2008-02-23T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:58:49.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R8DBBOwNe9I/AAAAAAAAABs/LQfdeRXkJVM/s1600-h/big-cake509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170344599105666002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R8DBBOwNe9I/AAAAAAAAABs/LQfdeRXkJVM/s320/big-cake509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday the 24th of February is Carly Johnston-Young's birthday. In honor of this event, I've decided to recount one of my favorite memories of Carly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time at Mrs. Auernig's house in 1999, some friends and I dared Carly to eat an entire cube of butter for $50 (we were all going to chip in). Now, Carly has never been scared of calories or fat content, not even a little bit, so of course she took the dare. Now picture this-about a dozen 14-year-old girls circled up around Carly-chanting and cheering her on as she is trying to force this thing down her throat. She almost got it too (except she couldn't because it was too slippery). Watching her trying to swallow that thing was probably one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I think we even paid her $25 for her efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Carly is everything Joyce and I wish we could be. (In the voice): Carly. Happy Birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-159906079719528678?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/159906079719528678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=159906079719528678' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/159906079719528678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/159906079719528678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/feliz-cumpleanos.html' title='Feliz Cumpleanos'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R8DBBOwNe9I/AAAAAAAAABs/LQfdeRXkJVM/s72-c/big-cake509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-1716387748378227616</id><published>2008-02-22T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:45:44.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Human Resources</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R778I-wNe7I/AAAAAAAAABc/9w_xTaXAXjQ/s1600-h/job+interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169846653482269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R778I-wNe7I/AAAAAAAAABc/9w_xTaXAXjQ/s320/job+interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my job, I am constantly looking through resumes and conducting interviews with potential employees. I have been doing this for a few months but I'm still &lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt; at how people conduct themselves during an interview and what they will write on their resumes. Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emails/misc facts I have found on resumes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;studmanluv69@......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;monkeywitch@....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mcshits_house_of_love@...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;motherrucker@...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One guy claimed he was an "Ambassador of Religion to France" for 2 years aka served a mission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Under hobbies and interests: "I've made mistakes but hey, I'm not Mother Teresa, ok?!"...actually this turned out to be a fake resume, but hilarious nonetheless. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felonies potential employees have been charged with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possession of marijuana &lt;strong&gt;and a sword&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things people have admitted (totally unsolicited from me) in interviews:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were just diagnosed with Hepetitis C, and have had it for 15 years-without having any idea there was a problem...until their skin turned yellow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their "baby mama" just started having contractions. &lt;em&gt;Oh...the time old tale of baby mama drama...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That, in prison, all the sex offenders get beat up and "knifed" in the yard. &lt;em&gt;No one likes a sex offender!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Upon poking at his teeth for most of the interview) He let me know that he was just getting used to his new denchers (this guy was no older than 25 and I'm pretty sure he was a big fan of the crystal meth).&lt;em&gt; Yes I did have to shake his hand afterward and yes I did scrub my hand with steel wool. I ordered a code red on myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say my job keeps me fairly entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-1716387748378227616?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1716387748378227616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=1716387748378227616' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1716387748378227616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/1716387748378227616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/joys-of-human-resources.html' title='The Joys of Human Resources'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R778I-wNe7I/AAAAAAAAABc/9w_xTaXAXjQ/s72-c/job+interview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-4754466069769717143</id><published>2008-02-15T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:52:26.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>I Have a Crush on Russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R7YIn-wNe6I/AAAAAAAAABU/vTj-sppfMdo/s1600-h/potevka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167327105407351714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R7YIn-wNe6I/AAAAAAAAABU/vTj-sppfMdo/s320/potevka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've devoted a lot of time lately reading a book that is written by a friend of the Elison family-Mike Ramsdell. It's called A Train to Potevka, and it's about his crazy adventures as a CIA agent in The Soviet Union in the 1980s. He's just bringing down Communism one mob boss at a time. Don't be fooled by my description-this book is totally non-fiction. Anyway, I like it because not only is he running around doing all the awesome CIA things, but he gives great background on Russian history. After I read it I just want to talk about the TransSiberian Highway and the KGB/Russian Mafia for hours. I'm fascinated by it. There's also an Australian film company making a movie about it. Guess who they want to play Mike? Just Russell Crowe. Not a big deal. Anyway, it's outta sight (so far), but you don't have to take my word for it (duh nuh nuh)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-4754466069769717143?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4754466069769717143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=4754466069769717143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4754466069769717143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/4754466069769717143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-crush-on-russia.html' title='I Have a Crush on Russia'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R7YIn-wNe6I/AAAAAAAAABU/vTj-sppfMdo/s72-c/potevka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-5899386148310174848</id><published>2008-02-13T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:25:42.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving the world'/><title type='text'>The Coalition of Mormon Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R7NWx-wNe5I/AAAAAAAAABI/NoPKW3dlzLo/s1600-h/938-038~Moms-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166568614182878098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R7NWx-wNe5I/AAAAAAAAABI/NoPKW3dlzLo/s320/938-038~Moms-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an email today about how the new dollar (it's in coin form) does not include the phrase "In God We Trust". It then went on to say how you should not accept those coins-and in doing so this will force the US government to recall all the coins and think twice about demoralizing our money.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get forwards like these (I find them hilarious) and when I do I like to picture a group of superheroes in their secret lair-only instead of Batman and Superman and the like-it's the Coalition of Mormon Mothers. Their uniform: a velour jumpsuit with matching mask, big hair and acrylic nails. Their mission: to fly around the globe, putting an end to such evils as the new dollar, The Golden Compass, and the any liberal speakers scheduled to come to UVSC (ie the Michael Moore incident of 2005).  But they don't stop there.  The Mormon Mothers still make it home in time to make cookies for the kids and scrapbook their latest adventure. You go girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, if you know someone who makes Mormon movies, maybe suggest this plot to them.  I'm sure it would make a killing at the box office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6712327835729982005-5899386148310174848?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5899386148310174848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=5899386148310174848' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5899386148310174848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/5899386148310174848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/coalition-of-mormon-mothers.html' title='The Coalition of Mormon Mothers'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R7NWx-wNe5I/AAAAAAAAABI/NoPKW3dlzLo/s72-c/938-038~Moms-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712327835729982005.post-801869641756068047</id><published>2008-02-09T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:57:11.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R65Z5-wNe3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7m1jZBNqQs4/s1600-h/CIMG0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165164675273161586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R65Z5-wNe3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7m1jZBNqQs4/s320/CIMG0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;Welcome to my blog. In the future, I will be blogging about the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*Culture (anything from High School to Utah Valley to Korea-prepare yourselves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*Inventions I have thought up/books I plan on writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*Trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*Friends and various Davis High Alumni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*Media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*New discoveries (ie awesome stores such as Many Lands or restaurants such as Pudding on the Rice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;*Random things I learn on the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;So...it should be good-stay tuned. Feel free to comment/stalk/enlighten your friends and/or family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&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/6712327835729982005-801869641756068047?l=catjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/feeds/801869641756068047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6712327835729982005&amp;postID=801869641756068047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/801869641756068047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6712327835729982005/posts/default/801869641756068047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catjane.blogspot.com/2008/02/guten-tag.html' title='Guten tag.'/><author><name>cat.janer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08039617875323547628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/TAtMIyMN2JI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sybvwnoBGk8/S220/summer+09+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCSRmULEy7A/R65Z5-wNe3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7m1jZBNqQs4/s72-c/CIMG0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
