<?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-3892166967660708816</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:25:02.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-5305339887047788247</id><published>2007-10-12T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:48:26.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Okay...so it's been a bit crazy around the Metz household as of late...I should have posted this weeks ago.  Well...better late than never eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Our UK/European trip was spectacular!!!  Here is a brief listing of what we did each day.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more pictures visit us on Facebook.  I have an album titled "It's a UK/European Vacation: Metz Style"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fri Aug. 31 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom and Dad drive us to the airport (saves parking!)&lt;br /&gt;-11:50pm flight is delayed…great&lt;br /&gt;-slept for most of the flight (or at least that’s what Ryan tells me)…we did get a hot meal (1/2 way thru)…so what’s that? Dinner? Lunch? Breakfast?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat. Sept 1 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-took us an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; waiting in line to get thru customs! (at least at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s Wonderland you get to ride a roller coaster at the end)&lt;br /&gt;-found our way to Cindy and KJ’s (my cousin’s)…they have such a cute flat!&lt;br /&gt;-had a drink at their local pub…a great way to ease ourselves into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-jqOu2cxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2c1-dHvCMHQ/s1600-h/IMG_4080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-jqOu2cxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2c1-dHvCMHQ/s200/IMG_4080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491247247979282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(With Cindy and K.J at their "local")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sun Sept 2 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we had the yummiest breakfast…scones with double cream and lemon curd…just divine!&lt;br /&gt;-explored London…saw Buckingham, Westminster Abby and Big Ben…did some shopping AND found some souvenirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-ixuu2cwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jc7fopuUMZM/s1600-h/IMG_4082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-ixuu2cwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jc7fopuUMZM/s200/IMG_4082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120490276585370370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Buckingham Palace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon. Sept 3 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toured the Tower Of London…saw the crown jewels, the beheading block and it’s legendary ravens…so cool!&lt;br /&gt;-lunch at Pret A Manger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; NEEDS to have this sandwich chain!&lt;br /&gt;-Evening: Pub crawl…4 pubs and LOTS of drinks! (and crisps!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tues. Sept 4 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-took Eurostar train to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…through the chunnel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sat across from a couple…she was super sweet and he was a complete JERK!&lt;br /&gt;-arrived in Paris without a clue how to get to our hotel…other than it was near the Eiffel tower…so we fought like cats and dogs…&lt;br /&gt;-walked circles around the Eiffel tower…eventually found our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;-booked a tour to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Versailles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and walked around the Louvre…absolutely breathtaking!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wed. Sept 5 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Versailles&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tour…oooohhh I want a palace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND just for the record: Louis XIV who built it was a complete DIVA…even using a leg model for his Royal portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can I have one too?&lt;br /&gt;-toured Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;-dinner out (I had the BEST lasagna!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-h8Ou2cvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/keBglJKqiYw/s1600-h/IMG_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-h8Ou2cvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/keBglJKqiYw/s200/IMG_4385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120489357462369010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Versailles: Hall Of Mirrors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. Sept. 6 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-up at 5am to make it to the airport…um…ya&lt;br /&gt;-arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; without a clue how to get to our hotel…fought like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;-found our hotel and we were so tired we napped from 5:30 – 9:30…then tried watching TV in Italian…and fell asleep again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fri. Sept 7 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-took an English speaking tour of the Coliseum, Circus Maximus, The Emperor’s Palace and Old Rome…completely AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;-did laundry…ate gelato…and pizza&lt;br /&gt;-found a store that sells cheap wine…approx. $3.00 for a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…make mental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-g7eu2cuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GuOJ7LXScB8/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_4612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-g7eu2cuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GuOJ7LXScB8/s200/Copy+of+IMG_4612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120488245065839330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;note to buy more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:78%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:78%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span&gt;(Our daily "When in Rome" ritual: Pizza and Gelato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sat. Sept 8 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toured the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vatican City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;: St Peter’s Basilica and The Vatican Museum (where the Sistine Chapel is)…breathtaking! (had to wait in line for 2 hours though!)&lt;br /&gt;-ate gelato…and pizza and bought more cheap wine&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday night: went out for Notta Bianco (White Night) the city is lit up all night and public transit is free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-f2uu2ctI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m-yK0JVsYa8/s1600-h/IMG_4754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-f2uu2ctI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m-yK0JVsYa8/s200/IMG_4754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120487063949832914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Colosseum during Notta  Bianca "The White Night")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun. Sept 9 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-slept in and relaxed…because our feet felt like they were going to fall off!&lt;br /&gt;-bought souvenirs and walked around the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought a purse, a “Gussaci”…a TRUE Italian knockoff…the perfect blend of Guess and Versace…why have one brand name when you can have two?!&lt;br /&gt;-ate gelato and pizza and bought cheap wine.&lt;br /&gt;-ate supper out…very tasty!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon. Sept 10 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; without a clue how to get to our hotel…fought like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;-found hotel&lt;br /&gt;-ate supper at “The Spirit Bar”…yummy cheese, sausage, pickles, goulash and beer! (Ryan looked like a kid in a candy store when our meals arrived!)&lt;br /&gt;-watched MTV in German…and went to bed because it was really boring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tues. Sept 11 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-took the Metro to Wenceslas square…the touristy part of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…beautiful&lt;br /&gt;-walked to the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:city&gt; castle…&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is very Bavarian…so cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even found the church at the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; castle had real gargoyles!&lt;br /&gt;-bought souvenirs…very fun souvenirs!!! (nesting dolls, sweaters and Absinthe!)&lt;br /&gt;-ate ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-fJeu2csI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c_tUw9-5aEQ/s1600-h/IMG_5001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-fJeu2csI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c_tUw9-5aEQ/s200/IMG_5001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120486286560752322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;lato and pizza and bought cheap wine (we couldn’t get off the habit we formed in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(gargoyle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Sept 12 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flight to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;L&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ondon&lt;/st1:city&gt;: Ryan sat beside “The Ice Princess”, a beautiful slim &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; girl who didn’t talk, smile or eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later we discovered she had packed KFC &amp;amp; dipping sauce in her purse…the dipping sauce must have leaked out covering everything! (Yikes…it reeked!)&lt;br /&gt;-found our way to Cindy and KJ’s…and we didn’t fight like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;-ate supper, vegged and did laundry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thurs. Sept 13 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toured the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;British&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…very cool, lots of Egyptian, Assyrian, Chinese and Tibetan artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;-walked around &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for more pictures of the city&lt;br /&gt;-went out for supper, Cindy and KJ took us out for Indian food…it was delicious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-checked out some bars and then “cabbed” our way home…let me add that Ryan was simply hilarious ALL evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-eHOu2crI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_wH12AfIdA4/s1600-h/IMG_5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-eHOu2crI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_wH12AfIdA4/s200/IMG_5114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120485148394418866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(bus beer with K.J)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri. Sept 14 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got up at 9:30…Ryan…slept in…&lt;br /&gt;-toured &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Westminster&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Abbey…so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;-lunched at “Pret A Manger”…mmm…so good!&lt;br /&gt;-Friday evening: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Camden&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…wow…a whole area dedicated to Goth, punk, rock, raving…you name it and merchandise, pubs and clubs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got the coolest earrings and shirt…can’t wait to wear them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat Sept 15 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-left for the airport…said a good bye to Cindy and KJ…such great hosts!!&lt;br /&gt;-8 hour flight home…so cramped and BORED!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean…how many movies and music can one endure until you just gotta get up and run around!&lt;br /&gt;-found Mom and Dad and made our way home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;…now starts the battle against jet lag…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-5305339887047788247?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5305339887047788247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=5305339887047788247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/5305339887047788247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/5305339887047788247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rw-jqOu2cxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2c1-dHvCMHQ/s72-c/IMG_4080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-8770406940967392972</id><published>2007-08-17T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:50:59.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...The GREAT outdoors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you get when you mix: My family, The Outdoors, Lots of Food and Coffee? “Adventures in Camping!” Yes folks, last weekend was the annual Krumrei camp out. It is the one weekend of the year I shed my diva ways, forego the hairdryer and shrug off the bugs to get a taste of the good ‘ol outdoors! We stayed at a little campground just outside of Collingwood, along the shores of Georgian bay. The view there is beautiful, the food was great and the beach is a fossil beach! Of course we had some help along the way with shopping in Collingwood and a Starbucks drive-thru…but whatever…it was still, all in all, a low maintenance weekend! Here are some pictures of our stay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsXCOq1UWBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PnMXPMMtdeE/s1600-h/IMG_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099695710338832402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsXCOq1UWBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PnMXPMMtdeE/s200/IMG_3968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The View From Our Campsite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099692403214014386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_OK1UV7I/AAAAAAAAALE/yTnQ_6Z__nU/s200/IMG_3976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_Nq1UV6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/EjorBdNhzWM/s1600-h/IMG_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099692394624079778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_Nq1UV6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/EjorBdNhzWM/s200/IMG_3971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooking Breakfast: Saturday morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_QK1UV8I/AAAAAAAAALM/NrsSA7stBBs/s1600-h/IMG_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099692437573752770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_QK1UV8I/AAAAAAAAALM/NrsSA7stBBs/s200/IMG_3986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Friend the Chipmunk...he only came around when we had food...figures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_Qa1UV9I/AAAAAAAAALU/WICb5UBQNWk/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099692441868720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_Qa1UV9I/AAAAAAAAALU/WICb5UBQNWk/s200/IMG_3993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099692961559762914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_uq1UV-I/AAAAAAAAALc/JJQMXDd9uMQ/s200/IMG_4013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Desert! Look at Ryan...that guy! Trying to steel MY dessert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099693013099370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_xq1UWAI/AAAAAAAAALs/igS5VFteqqw/s200/IMG_4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Campfire Popcorn...it was more fun to make than eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099693008804403186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsW_xa1UV_I/AAAAAAAAALk/olhfQkUs59o/s200/IMG_4033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Making Breakfast: Sunday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately Kevin and Brenda are in Korea so they weren't able to join us.  We had a good time but certainly missed them!  That's ok...we plan on keeping this tradition alive for many years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~KATH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-8770406940967392972?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8770406940967392972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=8770406940967392972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8770406940967392972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8770406940967392972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/08/ohthe-great-outdoors.html' title='Oh...The GREAT outdoors!'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RsXCOq1UWBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PnMXPMMtdeE/s72-c/IMG_3968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-7166640929087883746</id><published>2007-08-01T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:28:58.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a "Space-Facer" Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yes I’m aware that this is my forth blog about my online networking antics.&lt;br /&gt;No…I’m not finished…yet. I could get to part 15 for all I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…today I added another face book application. It’s called &lt;strong&gt;Superlative.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today I have been turning down application invites left right and center in hopes of keeping my facebook profile page less than a mile long.&lt;br /&gt;Today I caved.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if it was a moment of weakness or that I was just plain curious about the word “superlative” (I love words). Actually it was probably a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that this application made it possible to make my favorite part of my high school yearbook and every day event. I get to nominate my friends for “most likely to…”.&lt;br /&gt;My only regret (other than being even more addicted) is that I somehow clicked an option to add a link below all my nominated friend’s profile pictures…oops…sorry for cluttering up your facebook if you were victimized by my momentary lapse of “click happy superlative’ness”.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho…back to the topic at hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can even make up my own superlative if I can’t find a pre-existing one that fits the person I want to nominated.&lt;br /&gt;So far I’ve nominated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evangela&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to make me laugh. (because she’s hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brenda&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to be cuter than a Koala bear (because she’s very cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peggy&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to work for Dunder Mifflin.(we talk about “The Office” a lot...it's so funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mehar&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to be Batman (I made this one up…because he thinks he is…so why resist it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to vibrate my hamster (because…ummm…it sounds a bit naughty and he’ll get a kick out of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trish&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to party like a Rockstar (because if you knew her you’d know this is the absolute truth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to drop his keys in the toilet (because I’m actually surprised he hasn’t already done this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janelle&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to be a trophy wife (because she’s amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to take over the world (because he’s my boss and…well…he certainly has the potential!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely to save the environment from global warming (because it was the most “&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;” option to chose from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and the list goes on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan asked me the other day: “What are you going to do if facebook gets cancelled”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;…what the…?! Ok…*crying*&lt;br /&gt;(wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo….What should I nominate you for? My fingers are ready and poised at the keys…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-7166640929087883746?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7166640929087883746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=7166640929087883746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7166640929087883746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7166640929087883746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/08/confessions-of-space-facer-part-4.html' title='Confessions of a &quot;Space-Facer&quot; Part 4'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-2213193354732134179</id><published>2007-07-31T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:52:09.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Every day around this time (it's about 4:30...give or take) my ears get hot.  And when they get hot they get red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm not stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...or embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I exercise...on a semi-regular basis (which is of no particular interest to you...but I felt better saying it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I had coffee...but it was this morning, now I'm on the water...so it's not a result of some caffeine high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Some people would probably giggle and say "someones thinking about you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I'd say "Ya...it's Ryan...and he's wondering what I'm making him for supper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But I still have red, hot ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Over the years I've learned to listen to my body...because it can tell me a lot.  Of course there's the obvious stuff: I'm hungry, I'm tired...yadda, yadda, yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There is also the less obvious stuff: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-I'm not getting enough water (I don't really get thirsty...more of a weird nauseous feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Mu blood sugar is too high (I feel "wingy"...don't ask...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-My blood sugar is too low (I feel like I'm really drowsy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Too much lying around (my back gets achey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-I've pushed myself too hard while exercising and my muscles aren't getting enough oxygen (stomach cramps that occur after I've cooled down...they aren't much fun.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But try as I might I can't figure out the hot, red ear thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Is my body just trying to tell me I'm a nut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...hmmmm...it IS a strong possiblilty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;~Kath~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-2213193354732134179?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2213193354732134179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=2213193354732134179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/2213193354732134179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/2213193354732134179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/07/what.html' title='What The...?'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-7153810344907077886</id><published>2007-07-24T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:47:20.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side Of The Coin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t read Maxim. Neither does Ryan…for that matter&lt;br /&gt;But…I happened across a copy of the July 2007 edition recently.&lt;br /&gt;After flipping through it I think I’ll call Maxim “Cosmo” for men…and now I know how the guys feel about Cosmo…or at least in some respects.&lt;br /&gt;Maxim magazine, like Cosmo is filled mostly with ads ( but featuring hot girls), pics (but featuring hot girls) and a few sports and health tips (instead of Cosmo’s fashion and make up tips…and Maxim features hot girls)…just to round it off.&lt;br /&gt;Okay…I’m not being completely fair…there are a few articles too. And as I flipped through I noticed one that was of particular interest to me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s entitled “Woman’s Mags” and it’s a guys guide to deciphering what women are thinking BUT also poking fun at women’s magazines that are trying to decipher men.&lt;br /&gt;This caught my interest because I have always laughed to myself when reading an advice column that generalizes men…I wonder how I would feel having my actions and words translated?&lt;br /&gt;The article poses 6 statements/questions that women make and then goes on to show the reader what article we’ve read to make us say or ask them and then how men are to deal with it. For the sake of length I’m going to pick three of these questions…randomly (honest!) and see just how accurate I think Maxim is. I’ll even keep score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very first question already had me smirking:&lt;br /&gt;“Watch how you spend your money”&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Maxim I now know what I mean when I say this.&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually saying: “You’re spending money we need for our future”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmmm…ok. Ryan’s pretty smart with his money, in fact, I’m really the one who has to watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND according to Maxim I got this little idea from an Article in the Jan. 2007 edition of Marie Claire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow…and I didn’t even read that…I’m better at multi-tasking than I thought! I wish I could clean my house this way…get it done without even doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to the Maxim article, women stake their territory by reaching into their guy’s bank account.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Really?...I mean…of course! I laid awake countless nights when Ryan and I were dating trying to figure out how to mark my territory…especially since I pee sitting down. Neither of us had any money when we were dating, come to think of it…we still don’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Score: Me 1: Maxim 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next discusses the age old question: You don’t think I’m fat do you?&lt;br /&gt;Maxim goes on to explain that what I really mean is when I ask this is: YOU think I’m fat. Don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;This little thought was put in my head when I supposedly read People magazine’s Oct 9th 2006 issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow…so when I was asking this question of some poor unsuspecting guy way back in high school (and I did…trust me) it was just my 6th sense telling me I was going to read about it years later…so I better start asking the question…years earlier?&lt;br /&gt;I actually don’t buy People magazine…okay, okay…sometimes…but it’s a rare event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to Maxim I’m worried I’ll get traded in for a skinnier girl and they’re advice: lie, lie LIE!&lt;br /&gt;The proper response for the guy is to say: I have no idea what you are talking about, You look great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmmm….that’s actually not a bad answer…okay…fine…BUT I’m not worried Ryan thinks I’m fat but more that with his reassurance he’ll stop the irritating voice in my head telling me I am…if only for a few minutes. However that said…I certainly don’t want a truthful answer if the answer to this question is: “Yes…I think you’re fat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kudos Maxim, kudos.&lt;br /&gt;Score: Me 1: Maxim 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third question I picked was: “Do you think my friend is hot?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hahaha!!! Maxim just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to do this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to Maxim, I’m insecure and trying to trap my man when I ask this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow…like I have time to try and verbally trap Ryan…plus, if I think a friend of mine is hot (and I have a lot of hot friends!)…I’ll just say it, not ask him first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now THIS doozey of a question came from the article in Cosmo called “Hold His Attention Like This”…Oct 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;…I’m quite the little magazine reader according to Maxim! Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND…Maxim minces no words with this explanation of what I’m really trying to say: “ I am a raging lunatic with massive self-esteem issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yep…that about sums me up…&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Score: Me 2: Maxim 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So…there you have it. Maxim does have a point…but I have two…proving that I know myself better than Maxim does. Excuse me while I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Of course…Ryan did remind me that Maxim can only really profile an “average female” and that most women will disagree with one or more of the analysis’s. Okay…Ryan “the voice of reason” Metz…why must he have so much common sense?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ryan, if you’re reading this…LOVE YOU!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Actually…what I discovered as I read the other three questions in the article was that Maxim actually had a couple more points…but we won’t go there because this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I guess in all of this I’ve learned that it’s somewhat entertaining to read an article that tries to decipher the tangled web I weave of female thought…as entertaining as Ryan might find a Cosmo article that takes a stab at analyzing what his actions, answers, kissing style or clothes say about him…&lt;br /&gt;In the end it’s all relative and nothing can replace good ol’ fashioned communication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Kath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-7153810344907077886?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7153810344907077886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=7153810344907077886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7153810344907077886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7153810344907077886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/07/other-side-of-coin.html' title='The Other Side Of The Coin'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-4933280430430324059</id><published>2007-07-12T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:25:50.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a "Space-Facer" part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wow…first I hardly blog then I pump out three blogs in three days!&lt;br /&gt;…and let me also add: the irony that these blogs are about blogging and my internet addiction is also not lost on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I hear on the radio that Facebook is becoming so popular that more people are joining it than myspace. (or something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;That explains why my myspace friends are dropping like flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest facebook news…(in my world)&lt;br /&gt;I have recently discovered the various applications one can browse and add.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is where I got “catbook” from. As much as I’d like to take the credit for my originality, alas, I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These applications are a one stop shop for all your facebookin’ needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these applications I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Add a countdown:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so everyone knows what’s on the horizon of my social schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Post Graffiti:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for others to spend a few valuable minutes drawing that special picture just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-List my top friends:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In case they weren’t feeling loved enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Add sparkle words:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to “pimp” my page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Super poke people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(like regular poking wasn’t enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Get into a food fight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(actually…I think a few of my friends have already thrown food at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Get someone’s honest opinion with the:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honesty Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Post a magic Eight ball:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To answer all my cosmic questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Bite people and turn them into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Add a quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;…and many, many, many more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Of course…in keeping with the facebook addiction…I cannot participate in anyone’s application unless I have added it too.&lt;br /&gt;(which is what you would have to do to become my cat’s “friend”…sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy…let the festivities begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my facebook page will resemble my myspace page I lovingly refer to as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; that is Kathleen"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&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/3892166967660708816-4933280430430324059?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4933280430430324059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=4933280430430324059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4933280430430324059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4933280430430324059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/07/confessions-of-space-facer-part-3.html' title='Confessions of a &quot;Space-Facer&quot; part 3'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-8498554225091612642</id><published>2007-07-11T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:47:55.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a "SpaceFacer" Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay...I just added my cats to facebook, posted their pics AND wrote profiles of them in the 1st person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wow...I think I need to get a hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RpUXMsHVanI/AAAAAAAAAKk/snfGAQeEp1U/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085996860952636018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RpUXMsHVanI/AAAAAAAAAKk/snfGAQeEp1U/s200/Copy+of+IMG_3524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RpUXS8HVaoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zys3hzqk7HQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085996968326818434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RpUXS8HVaoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zys3hzqk7HQ/s200/Copy+of+IMG_3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Belle&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/3892166967660708816-8498554225091612642?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8498554225091612642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=8498554225091612642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8498554225091612642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8498554225091612642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/07/confessions-of-spacefacer-part-2.html' title='Confessions of a &quot;SpaceFacer&quot; Part 2'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RpUXMsHVanI/AAAAAAAAAKk/snfGAQeEp1U/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_3524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-1175006195374653719</id><published>2007-07-10T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:58:04.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a "Space-Facer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay…I’m blogging…it’s been a while…too long actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If anyone out there is accustomed to checking our blog to see what we’re up to they’ve probably given up thinking we started a blogspot just “keeping up with the jones’”.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe we were…or are…but that’s no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is my excuse…but it’s more of a confession: I’m addicted to Facebook and Myspace…or “spaceface” as Ryan affectionately refers to these networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a short history on this addiction because it didn’t come about overnight.&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve been nursing this addiction for some time.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Ryan explaining the “blog” concept a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s like an online diary” he said…or more appropriately an online journal (journal sounds less “soap opera-ish”).&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;He could find people we and he used to know and see what they were up to and see current pics.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being mildly interested at the time. But not giving it much thought,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then he’d show me someone’s recent update and we’d reminisce on the good ‘ol days.&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So….skip to December 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local band advertized that they had their schedule on something called myspace…&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing with myspace is it sucks you in…you aren’t privy to ALL the information until you sign up.&lt;br /&gt;So…I signed up.&lt;br /&gt;And…suddenly I was online AND “Tom” was my first friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tom is the myspace mastermind and he is available for quick tips and a bit of trouble shooting.&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking “What if I don’t WANT Tom as my friend? I mean…he didn’t even ASK!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward to Feb. 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a notification email telling me someone has sent me a message on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Overcome with curiosity I checked it out and it was my friend Sarah…she was on myspace and searching to see who else she’d know.&lt;br /&gt;And she found me.&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to me my profile page was completely “unpimped”, without a picture and just the default settings…like saying I was single.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Sarah thought this was pretty funny and after accepting her as a friend she commented on my page about me being single.&lt;br /&gt;By that afternoon I had changed all my settings, and had a picture up.&lt;br /&gt;The following months were a flurry of friend requests, HTML “pimping”, adding profile songs, more pics and surfing myspace to see just who was out there.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the blogging…&lt;br /&gt;On myspace if you click on the link for blogs and there is none it says “Why don’t you try writing one…if you don’t like it you can always delete it”.&lt;br /&gt;So…I tried it…and became hooked…that was sometime last summer.&lt;br /&gt;I know myspace has received a bad rap for it’s spam and what have you…but I like it, it’s music orientated and that’s right up my ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now…fast forward to Dec 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had coffee with a friend and in and amoungst all the chit chat she said “You should check out facebook”&lt;br /&gt;Again…curiousity got the best of me and I was sucked in…signed up…didn’t do much and then suddenly…I started finding people.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about facebook is that it starts to increase exponentially…the more people you know…the more people you find.&lt;br /&gt;The home page is crazy because you can see what everyone else’s doing…which is even more addicting than myspace because you don’t’ even have to go looking for it…it does the work for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can join groups, comment on people’s walls, send emails, post pictures, blog and even have a profile song.&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the poking…&lt;br /&gt;What is a facebook poke anyways?&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a group people were joining called “Enough with the poking already…let’s just have sex”…but I think that’s taking poking to an extreme…I mean…I return a friendly facebook poke to my brother but lets face it…I’m not trying to put the moves on.&lt;br /&gt;So I joined a group called “Enough with the poking already…let’s just have pancakes”.&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it…I poke the people I want to have pancakes with…although I think I could have pancakes with just about anyone…as long as they don’t try and eat my stack!&lt;br /&gt;Another “facebook’ism is tagging.”&lt;br /&gt;I can post a pic of…say Ryan and me and then tag us in it…this then links his page with this pic and notifies him. It’s a great idea…except of course when the baby pictures or really bad highschool pics are scanned in..yikes!&lt;br /&gt;It’s all good though…I have no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myspace and facebook because it allows me to network with everyone…and keep in touch with people I wouldn’t normally see in the course of a week. It’s also great to keep in touch with family as Ryan’s is spread out in various places and my brother and sister-in-law are in Korea. AND local goings’ on and band schedules are posted here…so I’m all set. My vocabulary has changed too…I now frequently say: friending, tagging, poking, comment, upload, blogstalking, and HTML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing my best to multi-task but I fear this blogspot page as suffered in spite of my best efforts. I will try and do better…but I can’t promise anything…myspace and facebook have me wrapped around their fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you “spaceface”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so I’m friending you!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Kath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kathleen Metz's Facebook profile" href="http://www.facebook.com/p/Kathleen_Metz/713610186" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kathleen Metz's Facebook profile" src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/713610186.361.1854146796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-1175006195374653719?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1175006195374653719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=1175006195374653719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/1175006195374653719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/1175006195374653719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/07/confessions-of-space-facer.html' title='Confessions of a &quot;Space-Facer&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-4967536275035910771</id><published>2007-06-06T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:20:20.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A RARE Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZh9lNkbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_xpZGHMLBZE/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZh9lNkbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_xpZGHMLBZE/s200/Copy+of+IMG_3308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073121945257349554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a green thumb.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't garden...I don't have the patience for it.&lt;/div&gt;Once Ryan and I planted a vegatable garden together, I planted the carrots and lettuce, Ryan planted the peas and cucumbers.  Only the peas and cucumbers came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No...really.&lt;/div&gt;Ryan said I planted the carrots and lettuce upside down and that they were infact growing but heading towards China.&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ryan has a green thumb.&lt;br&gt;Ryan can garden and he has all the patience in the world for it.&lt;br&gt;As the weather gets warmer he spends the week nights looking longingly at the lawn......wish to mow it.&lt;br&gt;He loves raking, weeding, fertilizing and watering.  (AND shovelling the driveway and sidewalk in the winter!)&lt;br /&gt;How did I get so lucky to marry a guy who loves all this stuff?&lt;br&gt;Well...I don't call it luck...I call it God's plan to ensure survival of the green stuff around our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was our annual gardening day...to plant the gardens around our house.Ryan spends approx. 2 months leading up to the date prepping me for it.Each time he mentions it...I cringe knowing what lies ahead.Okay...it's not all that bad...once I get going...&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This year we decided to document the event.Just for you...our blog readers.Ryan was up bright and early Saturday morning getting stuff ready.&lt;br /&gt;I rolled out of bed...threw on some clothes and ventured outside.  Yeah...not the prettiest of sights...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdTKNlNkSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ej399enIfaY/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdTKNlNkSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ej399enIfaY/s200/Copy+of+IMG_3309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073114940165689634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Chase joined us for the morning...of course he wouldn't have had it any other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdUhNlNkTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/W5E-JSNYMps/s1600-h/IMG_3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdUhNlNkTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/W5E-JSNYMps/s200/IMG_3326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073116434814308658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window box: Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVF9lNkWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tOdUC75wZfE/s1600-h/IMG_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVF9lNkWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tOdUC75wZfE/s200/IMG_3312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073117066174501218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window box: After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVGNlNkXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/au1CNOmfjLk/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVGNlNkXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/au1CNOmfjLk/s200/IMG_3313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073117070469468530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan...doing what he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZhtlNkZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-8XuybuDCpo/s1600-h/IMG_3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZhtlNkZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-8XuybuDCpo/s200/IMG_3317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073121940962382226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVFtlNkVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4-0C4iMuSCk/s1600-h/IMG_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVFtlNkVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4-0C4iMuSCk/s200/IMG_3310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073117061879533906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Side Window boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVFtlNkUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jVOoM0K-_qo/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVFtlNkUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jVOoM0K-_qo/s200/Copy+of+IMG_3321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073117061879533890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVGdlNkYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6btMBEh3bzM/s1600-h/IMG_3320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdVGdlNkYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6btMBEh3bzM/s200/IMG_3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073117074764435842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And...the front planter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZhtlNkaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/mA7zpaxL1pc/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZhtlNkaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/mA7zpaxL1pc/s200/IMG_3316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073121940962382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think it looks too bad...all said and done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdRVtlNkRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OuQ-_m6diOM/s1600-h/IMG_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdRVtlNkRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OuQ-_m6diOM/s200/IMG_3342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073112938710929682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-4967536275035910771?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4967536275035910771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=4967536275035910771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4967536275035910771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4967536275035910771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/06/rare-moment.html' title='A RARE Moment'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RmdZh9lNkbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_xpZGHMLBZE/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-3287430035095614831</id><published>2007-04-22T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:21:25.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Spend A Sunday Afternoon!</title><content type='html'>Sooo...we headed to my parents place for Sunday lunch.  We used to go every Sunday and do laundry in the afternoon but now that we own a house we have the luxury of doing the laundry at home.  These days we usually make it out to Camp Krumrei every couple of weeks.  This Sunday was a gorgeous day!!!  The sun was out and we couldn't resist sitting in it on the deck in the afternoon!  My parents live on a 30 acre &lt;center&gt;piece of land about 1/2 hr outside of St. Kitts.  It's so peaceful to stand on the deck, feel the warm breeze and look out over the fields!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwUlpOoyMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WuQfb4ky3jA/s1600-h/IMG_3206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwUlpOoyMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WuQfb4ky3jA/s200/IMG_3206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056439118585186498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                    &lt;center&gt;This is the view from my parent's porch&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwU_pOoyNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Rwgy2pD6ql0/s1600-h/IMG_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwU_pOoyNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Rwgy2pD6ql0/s200/IMG_3208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056439565261785298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;center&gt;Everyone chatting and drinking coffee...Krumrei Sunday afternoon tradition!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVEZOoyOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWsamhDhiUk/s1600-h/IMG_3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVEZOoyOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWsamhDhiUk/s200/IMG_3209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056439646866163938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;center&gt;Me...thinking...I think. (I don't know)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVk5OoyRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B4wZpNmBezI/s1600-h/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVk5OoyRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B4wZpNmBezI/s200/IMG_3203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056440205211912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;center&gt;Even the cat couldn't resist the sunshine!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVOZOoyPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FECFHR5CHT0/s1600-h/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVOZOoyPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FECFHR5CHT0/s200/IMG_3213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056439818664855794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;center&gt;Ryan and the cat (affectionately known as Miss Mieux)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVX5OoyQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VdBmAq2LqcU/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwVX5OoyQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VdBmAq2LqcU/s200/IMG_3217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056439981873613058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;center&gt;And here is the four of us...I think we're lookin' pretty cute!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there you have it, an afternoon with the Krumrei's...almost makes you wanna stop by eh?  Well, if you do I'll tell my Mom and she'll put the coffee on!&lt;br /&gt;Love Kath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-3287430035095614831?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3287430035095614831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=3287430035095614831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/3287430035095614831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/3287430035095614831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-spend-sunday-afternoon.html' title='How To Spend A Sunday Afternoon!'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RiwUlpOoyMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WuQfb4ky3jA/s72-c/IMG_3206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-3665478176835835694</id><published>2007-04-19T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:20:48.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am so excited!  We got our tickets today for the Killers Concert. It's Monday May 7th at the ACC.  I really like their new album...and believe me I'm gonna sing along! The Killers have such a different sound and their song's, while having a certain continuity, all sound unique. Do you know what I mean?  Of course...here I am critiquing them like I know a thing about writing or composing music.  I couldn't write a unique melody to save my life!  Oh well...I know what I like, and I like the Killers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_3198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_3198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Love Kath&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/3892166967660708816-3665478176835835694?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3665478176835835694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=3665478176835835694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/3665478176835835694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/3665478176835835694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/04/sams-town.html' title='Sam&apos;s Town'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-4517677699394510773</id><published>2007-03-24T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:26:28.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>Here's a few pics to let everyone know what has been going on in our lives the past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV6obnEEvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vIXRB8BGawY/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV6obnEEvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vIXRB8BGawY/s200/IMG_2849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045573792563466994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend Shawn Vidal was in Toronto with his band "The Details" (check out their myspace) for Canadian Music Week March 9th. Kath &amp; I saw the show, and loved it, nice to see you Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV7WrnEEwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fr1whtt-OdQ/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV7WrnEEwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fr1whtt-OdQ/s200/IMG_2850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045574587132416770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV7rrnEExI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aEo50-oqMhg/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV74rnEEyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8hrNAtF-mgk/s1600-h/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV74rnEEyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8hrNAtF-mgk/s200/IMG_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045575171247969058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV7rrnEExI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aEo50-oqMhg/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV7rrnEExI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aEo50-oqMhg/s200/IMG_2856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045574947909669650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad came down for a day this week.  We spent a few hours at the Hockey Hall of Fame &amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV9_7nEEzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-iv33YutJq8/s1600-h/IMG_2996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV9_7nEEzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-iv33YutJq8/s200/IMG_2996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045577494825276210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV_5LnEE5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/luYusmKmsrY/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV_5LnEE5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/luYusmKmsrY/s200/IMG_3000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045579577884414866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV-67nEE1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WZstq8-_OZM/s1600-h/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV-67nEE1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WZstq8-_OZM/s200/IMG_2976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045578508437558098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWADbnEE6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kkURRa93aoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWADbnEE6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kkURRa93aoQ/s200/IMG_2982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045579753978074018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV_J7nEE2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sJGxTwGiuqM/s1600-h/IMG_2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV_J7nEE2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sJGxTwGiuqM/s200/IMG_2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045578766135595874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then we were off to the Convention Center for an evening with the 1967 Toronto Maple Leafs Stanley Cup Champions.  This was a charity function that my Dad had tickets for and he chose to invite me, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWBlLnEE7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/TFGXBsHcdug/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWBlLnEE7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/TFGXBsHcdug/s200/Copy+of+IMG_3008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045581433310286770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon Allen (QB for the Argos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWC9rnEE8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HyukfS03gsQ/s1600-h/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWC9rnEE8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HyukfS03gsQ/s200/IMG_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045582953728709570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear the track, here comes Eddie Shack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWDNLnEE9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GrNA0AqtR48/s1600-h/IMG_3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWDNLnEE9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GrNA0AqtR48/s200/IMG_3013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045583220016681938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Bower, what a gentleman, 82 years old, he signed autographs all night.  You should see the "mitts" on this guy, and remember he played goalie without a mask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWD_bnEE-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-egxJ03fuBY/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWD_bnEE-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-egxJ03fuBY/s200/IMG_3018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045584083305108450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWEZLnEE_I/AAAAAAAAAII/fBxfKOq-TSM/s1600-h/IMG_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWEZLnEE_I/AAAAAAAAAII/fBxfKOq-TSM/s200/IMG_3025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045584525686739954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Current GM of the Leafs- John Ferguson.    I shook his hand and said, "good luck this weekend against the Sabres"  (they really need it)   He said, "thanks, can you make it to tryouts on Friday?" (well not quite...the "thanks" part was right, the rest I just added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWFZbnEFAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dT5fGUrw0ic/s1600-h/IMG_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgWFZbnEFAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dT5fGUrw0ic/s200/IMG_3029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045585629493335042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evening ended with an interview by Elliot Friedman (CBC) with Jean Beliveau, he was on the losing Montreal Canadiens in 1967 and offered some insight into the rivalry that still exists between these 2 clubs, very interesting, again another great ambassador for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad for making the trip out here, I had a great time.  We are looking forward to seeing you guys in the Summer.&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/3892166967660708816-4517677699394510773?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4517677699394510773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=4517677699394510773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4517677699394510773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4517677699394510773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RgV6obnEEvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vIXRB8BGawY/s72-c/IMG_2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-7047701042937879097</id><published>2007-02-25T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:49:14.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I am a(n)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Wife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sister-In-Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Daughter-In-Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin&lt;br /&gt;Aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;br /&gt;A Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Pet Owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Visitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Critic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Encourager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Bit Of A Party Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br /&gt;Vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Home Owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Resume Reference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tourist&lt;br /&gt;Alumni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Consumer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Pessimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Complainer...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at times (oops!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Care Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Guest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Coffee Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Love Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/ReJJD4W4xtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CHHPy2l3j3Y/s1600-h/Coffee+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/ReJJD4W4xtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CHHPy2l3j3Y/s200/Coffee+Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035667664370452178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-7047701042937879097?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7047701042937879097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=7047701042937879097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7047701042937879097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7047701042937879097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/ReJJD4W4xtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CHHPy2l3j3Y/s72-c/Coffee+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-320354606419596808</id><published>2007-02-22T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:37:26.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho...it's off to work I go!  La La La La...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I work for a small business called: Windmill HVAC Supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We don't sell windmills &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although I do get calls about that...and for good reason).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HVAC stands for: Heating Ventilation and Air Conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Windmill HVAC Supply sells all the products needed to move Natural Gas from the underground main up to a building and inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Underground Pipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Abovegound Pipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Risers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Ball Valves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Fittings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Furnaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Air Conditioners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Boilers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Water Heaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-Parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We are a whole sale company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We don't sell to the public (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why?  Because you need to be licenced to work with anything to do with Natural Gas, Oil and Refrigerant since they're volatile substances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We sell to contractors who then deal with the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All of my co-workers are men (except Shelley and she's part time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All of my customers are men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Most of my vendors are men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why do I love my job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love the challenge of learning new things everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love the challenge of working in a field that doesn't have a lot of women in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love the challenge of co-ordinating our purchasing and sales and customer service issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love the customers...they are all &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; characters and most are regulars who I see every couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love that we're a small business becasue I get to provide customer service, invoicing, quotes, purchasing, inventory, dispatch, warranties, marketing, some training and even help in providing technical help from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love helping in the warehouse when we're short staffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love being a part of a close knit team that works hard to make the business run smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love that my boss isn't one to look over my shoulder every five minutes...he trusts me to get the job done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love my co-workers...they can really make me laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh...and also the fact that Ryan does the same thing but for a much larger company so...on some levels we're competitors!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Makes for interesting dinner conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Love Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-320354606419596808?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/320354606419596808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=320354606419596808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/320354606419596808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/320354606419596808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-ho-hi-hoits-off-to-work-i-go-la-la.html' title='Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho...it&apos;s off to work I go!  La La La La...'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-8827221686613868007</id><published>2007-02-19T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:08:54.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How TV Helped MeDiscover Reading Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay so...after elementary school, high school...Bethany...Brock university...I had pretty much had it with reading. There was so much compulsory reading to be done that I had no desire to read for fun anymore. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Until lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let me explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm hooked on a couple of TV shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will even &lt;em&gt;change &lt;/em&gt;plans so I can be home to watch these shows (I know..I know...confessions of an addict...sigh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Because I love these shows so much I've been spoiled and all other TV just isn't as good...so I read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've just finished all four books by Dan Brown (I know these books have their critics but I found them interesting reads):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Digital Fortress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Deception Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love Kath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892166967660708816-8827221686613868007?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8827221686613868007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=8827221686613868007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8827221686613868007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8827221686613868007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-tv-helped-mediscover-reading-again.html' title='How TV Helped MeDiscover Reading Again'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-8691638849895051868</id><published>2007-02-17T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:03:17.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Snow Day" is a relative term</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RdefZ3qlojI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OBXz2pIShMU/s1600-h/SnowflakeJPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RdefZ3qlojI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OBXz2pIShMU/s200/SnowflakeJPEG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032666375397941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Well...it happened...the storm of the winter (well...until the next storm of the winter hits).  The weather channels had predicted it, my friends and co-workers shuddered at the impending doom and Ryan and I sat back and said "How bad can it be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Heh heh heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;During breakfast I heard cancellation after cancellation over the radio...of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; had to go to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;This is when I thought maybe the weather man had been right about this prediction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;As I opened the front door to go to work that Wednesday morning I had to push the snow aside so I could actually get out.  I then proceeded to wade through the snow out to the car and spent the next 15 minutes brushing the car off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RdejGHqlokI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EqIp1oADFIY/s1600-h/CatandsnowGIF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RdejGHqlokI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EqIp1oADFIY/s200/CatandsnowGIF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032670434142036546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;In some areas the drifts were up to my knees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;My usual five minute drive to work was an interesting one...I didn't make a full stop the whole drive.  This was because I was genuinely concerned that if I did manage to stop the car I would never coax it to move again (and be forced to spend the next four hours in the middle of the road waiting for CAA to show up!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I couldn't believe how much snow we had.  My work parking lot wasn't plowed and there was a big drift in front of the front door...sigh...what a battle that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Needless to say it was pretty dead at work.  I managed to make it home for lunch and back to work again (almost got stuck in my driveway...quite another adventure).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;After much convincing my boss let us leave early much to my relief...it was stressful knowing the snow was piling up and I was at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Ryan shoveled for two hours after work...he did a good job though!  We have a corner lot so there is extra sidewalk (this even after someone was nice enough to do our front side walk).  Ryan even ended up having to shovel several hours later because the snow just wouldn't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So...we've now had a snow day...not in the way I used to define them as a kid...but a snow day none the less.   Remember when you used to live for snow days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rdeki3qlomI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XRIISDE_P0M/s1600-h/SnowheartJPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rdeki3qlomI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XRIISDE_P0M/s200/SnowheartJPEG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032672027574903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't wait until summer.&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/3892166967660708816-8691638849895051868?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8691638849895051868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=8691638849895051868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8691638849895051868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8691638849895051868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-day-is-relative-term.html' title='&quot;Snow Day&quot; is a relative term'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RdefZ3qlojI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OBXz2pIShMU/s72-c/SnowflakeJPEG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-7257616409471092401</id><published>2007-02-11T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:55:34.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Night in Buffalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9izXqloWI/AAAAAAAAACc/o_7mlHsV3PA/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lgnqlofI/AAAAAAAAADk/83jzdQ6akBw/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lgnqlofI/AAAAAAAAADk/83jzdQ6akBw/s200/IMG_2775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030350919873962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What a night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Ryan) just got in from a great NHL game in Buffalo where I finally got to see my Flames live in action.  This could be a preview of a Stanley Cup Final matchup.  Tickets for this ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me were n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ext to impossible to get, but I did get 2 pairs for me and a couple buddies.  The way the Sabres have been playing combined with the fact that the Flames haven't been in Buffalo since 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;made for a great atmosphere at the HSBC Arena.  Hundreds of Flames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9k33qlodI/AAAAAAAAADU/xVQM4hYY5b0/s1600-h/IMG_2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9k33qlodI/AAAAAAAAADU/xVQM4hYY5b0/s200/IMG_2835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030350219794293202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fans were out in their team colors, some sections of the arena looked like a mini version of the "sea of red" you see at the Saddledome!  We made sure we got to the rink early enough to catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; warm-ups, I secured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a spot right on the rail where the Flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s come out of the room and get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on the ice, got some great pics.  I love watching the warm-ups right at ice level, you can really s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ee the size an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d skills of these guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were cheering hard for Phaneuf all night to unload his big can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lMHqloeI/AAAAAAAAADc/OSb6ornlCjM/s1600-h/IMG_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lMHqloeI/AAAAAAAAADc/OSb6ornlCjM/s200/IMG_2794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030350567686644194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;non from the point, or to level someone with one of his famous body checks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The game was also special for me as I got to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; an old classmate of mine, Jeff Friesen, who plays for the Flames, unfortunately I couldn't get his attention during warm-ups, oh well, it was nice to see him play again.  The game itself was worth every penny, the Flames had a 1 goal lead with about 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lt3qlogI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZorNyiZOQ7w/s1600-h/IMG_2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lt3qlogI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZorNyiZOQ7w/s200/IMG_2805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030351147507229186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; minutes left in the 3rd, when Briere tied it up, leading to OT.  OT solved nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bringing all 19000 fans to their feet for a little bit o' shoot-out action.  Unfortunately Calgary's record when going into a shootout isn't in their favor.  Miller s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;topped all 3 Flames shooters (where was Iginla in the selection?) and Kotalik got one past Kiprusoff for the Sabres victory.  Kipper came up big all game, too bad the offense didn't get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9l5XqlohI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6QS1_rp3KRA/s1600-h/IMG_2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9l5XqlohI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6QS1_rp3KRA/s200/IMG_2811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030351345075724818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; one more to help him get a much deserved victory.  Oh well, hopefully we will see this matchup again in the playofffs, if so, I may have t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o re-mortgage the house to get a pair of tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                    GO FLAMES GO!!! &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/3892166967660708816-7257616409471092401?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7257616409471092401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=7257616409471092401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7257616409471092401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/7257616409471092401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/hockey-night-in-buffalo.html' title='Hockey Night in Buffalo'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rc9lgnqlofI/AAAAAAAAADk/83jzdQ6akBw/s72-c/IMG_2775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-4158593888260121758</id><published>2007-02-05T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:35:43.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog's Have Owners, Cat's Have Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our life is not without some chaos.&lt;/span&gt;  We are fortunate to have two cats: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;.  If they could talk they would tell you how well they have us trained...maybe I can explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt; is a gray tabby, we got her the su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcfzbwmG5gI/AAAAAAAAACE/GoEHwotGeos/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcfzbwmG5gI/AAAAAAAAACE/GoEHwotGeos/s200/IMG_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028255167209203202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mmer we got married.  She was only 8 weeks at the time and very beautiful with her huge eyes and long whiskers.  She has become the p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;erfect cat in many ways: clean, obedient (when we're around)...doesn't like treats and ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s never had an "accident" involving the litter.  Belle does hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e one problem, she's stressed.  She has always b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;een stressed, ever since we got her...and don't even try to talk her in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to going to the vet.  Have you ever tried to stuff a 2lb fluff ball tabby into a ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tty carrier?  Well...don't, it's impossible, especially when you're dealing with Belle...she goes all spread eagle...four paws in all directions!  So...we gave up on that.  She also i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sn't very cuddly (probably a consequence of being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; stressed...doesn't like feeling confined)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trying to do cuddle Belle will only get you a scratch along with a very indignant "meow".  So, we leave her alone and pet her on the rare times she comes looking for it and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; around her ears.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...Belle has us trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A couple of yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcfvMgmG5eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vKlFZnlBkXM/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcfvMgmG5eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vKlFZnlBkXM/s200/IMG_0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028250507169687010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rs ago (seems like forever), we acquired our other cat: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;.  A fluffy black kitty with a wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;te tipped tail and some white splashed on his paws, Chase is the polar opposite of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Belle.  He is very laid ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ck.  This can be wonderful because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it means you can pick him up at any time and cuddle him.  He frequently makes his bed on my lap when I'm watching TV. and he's always around, interact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ing with us.  Chase is very good at playin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g fetch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and loves to be spun in circles while clinging to the computer chair.  He also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; likes sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in a b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ox on the floor waiting for me to slide him fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m one wall to the next.  I don't even know how I found out he likes that!?  His laid back character does have a conseque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd that is apathy.  In other words...he just doesn't care.  Chase is messy (splashes his water and food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;!) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;doesn't listen (we tried spraying him with a water bottle when he was being bad...it worked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Belle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like a cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rm...Chase just waits it out and promptly go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es back to being bad once we're done and he's soaked!).  He frequently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forgets to clean himself while in the kitty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;litter...only to have hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s "cling-ons" follow him around until he's too stinky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever tried wiping a cat's butt?  Well...it's not fun.  In doing so he only gets stinkier and more indignant while we spend extra time around his back end.  He is also the stereotypical cat in that he has to get into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;!  He's in the closets, the laundry hamper, the washing machine, the dryer...even the ceiling (don't ask) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once even&lt;/span&gt; the fridge!  If curiosity were to ever kill a cat...it would be Chase (I'm always watching to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sure he's out of whatever he's into!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes...Chase has us trained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual chaos, however, is not found in the individual characters of Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rcfu3QmG5dI/AAAAAAAAABs/LpGFJ1cc51I/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/Rcfu3QmG5dI/AAAAAAAAABs/LpGFJ1cc51I/s200/IMG_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028250142097466834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e and Chase but when you try and mix them.  Belle doesn't like Chase, end of story....and the jury'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;till out on whether Chase likes Belle.  Right from the minute we brought home our little black terror Belle has hissed at him.  She seems to have a certain perimeter around her...kind of like a personal space.  If Chase starts to invade that space Belle begins with a low growl that slowly gets louder and finally ends in a hiss if he tries to touch her.  It makes me wonder Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;se has actually given up trying to make friends and is solely amused by Belle and her reactions.  Chase will ambush Belle, steal her sleeping spot, hog the food and corner her over and over and over.  Sometimes all he has to do is look her way and simply lift a paw and Belle will hiss a menacing hiss.  Then Chase will going on his merry way purely satisfied that he got the reaction he was looking for.  Periodically I try and stop h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is little "cat and mouse" game but I always end up running after Chase who is pursuing Belle and we look and sound like a herd of buffalo's!  Belle has learned to live a life on the edge, never knowing if Chase is around the corner or above her waiting for an ambush.  She treads every step with utmost caution, care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fully inspecting each room in hopes that it is "chase-less".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes...Chase has Belle completely trained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ryan has grown up with cats all his life.  I have only ever had a dog and a few gerbils...this is my first experience with cats.  They are so interesting and never stop making me laugh.  Yes...then can be a pain.  Ryan has threatened more than once to give Chase away...especially when he scratches the furniture or climbs in behind the TV.  Ryan has also threatened to give Belle away...especially when it takes the two of us, one very large towel and about 45min. to get her outside the house for a visit to the vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But...if you pretend not to notice...you'll catch Ryan petting Belle or playing with Chase...and you'll know they've wormed their way into his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh yes...Chase and Belle have Ryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; trained! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/3892166967660708816-4158593888260121758?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4158593888260121758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=4158593888260121758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4158593888260121758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/4158593888260121758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/dogs-have-owners-cats-have-staff.html' title='Dog&apos;s Have Owners, Cat&apos;s Have Staff'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcfzbwmG5gI/AAAAAAAAACE/GoEHwotGeos/s72-c/IMG_0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-6826261727547887721</id><published>2007-02-03T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:38:17.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting the Pieces Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay...Ryan is at hockey so here is my chance to blog about me!&lt;br /&gt;It's funny...when people ask if I have hobbies I don't really know what to say.  If I say yes, then I want to give a simple answer like: tennis, knitting or puzzles.  If I say no then it sounds like all I do is eat, sleep and work.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know I am much busier than simply eating, sleeping and working.  You also know I can never give a simple answer...so...here is a blog about my favourite hobby. (other than reading, roller blading, horseback riding and snacking...and any craft that Martha Stewart comes up with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to create tile Mosaics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my latest creations:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVDfQmG5WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2OxqQSN7k1o/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVDfQmG5WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2OxqQSN7k1o/s200/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027498763338835298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVDfQmG5WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2OxqQSN7k1o/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVEJwmG5YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tzqUDFHYgOg/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVEJwmG5YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tzqUDFHYgOg/s200/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027499493483275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVErAmG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j6KFGlskzEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVErAmG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j6KFGlskzEQ/s200/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027500064713926034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oak Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVF4QmG5bI/AAAAAAAAABA/FxxHsnVFqoU/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVF4QmG5bI/AAAAAAAAABA/FxxHsnVFqoU/s200/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027501391858820530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebells&lt;br /&gt;(oops...I don't have a picture of the finished product!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVFBwmG5aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5RCURsi0IQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVFBwmG5aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5RCURsi0IQ4/s200/IMG_2613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027500455555949986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebells Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVGPgmG5cI/AAAAAAAAABI/WWYhUbjtk2o/s1600-h/IMG_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVGPgmG5cI/AAAAAAAAABI/WWYhUbjtk2o/s200/IMG_2460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027501791290779074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ship&lt;br /&gt;(special request of my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few others that I didn't get pictures of because I gave them as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of these days I can do this full time and sell them.  Wow...that would be so much fun!&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/3892166967660708816-6826261727547887721?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6826261727547887721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=6826261727547887721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/6826261727547887721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/6826261727547887721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/putting-pieces-together.html' title='Putting the Pieces Together'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RcVDfQmG5WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2OxqQSN7k1o/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892166967660708816.post-8322006364239731149</id><published>2007-01-27T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:45:26.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well...it's happened...we've decided to put our life on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Over the past few years Ryan has kept up to date with past friends lives by visiting their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A lot of people blog...I had no idea. We've both got a page on myspace (and it's so much fun!) but we want a blog about the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So...HERE WE ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(We don't have soap opera lives but we'll try our best to keep you entertained none the less.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RbvvQt5--pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fy9FYUqqVeI/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RbvvQt5--pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fy9FYUqqVeI/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024872879741663890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Quick Facts about us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Married on July 22, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bought our first house December 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We have two cats: Belle-a stressed out tabby &amp; Chase-he thinks he's a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ryan: loves hockey, golf, coffee, going up north with the boys, Calgary Flames and Sleeman's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Kath: loves music, horses, roller blading, coffee, Smirnoff, making tile mosaics and girls nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; We both work full time (and love our jobs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ryan works at a wholesale company doing inside sales for HVAC/R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Kath works at a wholesale company doing inside sales for UNGP &amp; HVAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh...and our companies are competitors...that makes for interesting dinner conversation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Vacation of choice: The Dominican: Punta Cana - at an all inclusive resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3892166967660708816-8322006364239731149?l=kathandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8322006364239731149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892166967660708816&amp;postID=8322006364239731149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8322006364239731149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892166967660708816/posts/default/8322006364239731149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathandryan.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>Ryan And Kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07560708974586890499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o151/kathleenmetz_2006/CopyofIMG_2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6s0z_FfOFXU/RbvvQt5--pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fy9FYUqqVeI/s72-c/IMG_2146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
