<?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-8979032772516687400</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:12:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would be Katie...Katie would be I</title><subtitle type='html'>This page is all about Katie -aka- me, and my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-8432390410121587129</id><published>2009-07-11T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:11:46.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>So postsecret is pretty much the coolest thing ever. If you haven't heard of it, it is a blog on this site where people from all over the world can anonymously send in a post card with secrets they have never told anyone. I really want to do this, I think it would be really fun and that way I can get stuff of my chest that I  cant tell anyone else.....so now I just need to think of a good secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-8432390410121587129?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8432390410121587129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=8432390410121587129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/8432390410121587129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/8432390410121587129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-9139071084755178850</id><published>2008-04-17T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:57:41.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Were all a little weird and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; a little weird. And when we find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weirdness&lt;/span&gt; is compatible with ours we join up in mutual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weirdness&lt;/span&gt; and call it love. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is easy, love takes courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the life you live. Live the life you love. -Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be who you are and say what you feel beacause those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter. -Dr. Suess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else. -Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, it does not mean to be in a place with no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things, and still be calm in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-9139071084755178850?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/9139071084755178850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=9139071084755178850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/9139071084755178850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/9139071084755178850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-3374629901547018899</id><published>2008-01-07T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:53:08.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Ok So I know that I am too young to have a boyfriend, but I did have one. I was going out with him for 3 months, his name is Mike. We just boke up. I'm trying to sooooo freaking hard not to cry. This sucks so bad, but we are gonna be friends, and I know that it will work. I guess this is just getting me ready for the many break ups and sadness I will have in the future. I'm eating chocolate and drinking coke....it helps, really. haha. well I dont have anything interesting or funny to say, Im mostly moping right now. So i will put another post sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;       Love,&lt;br /&gt;            Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-3374629901547018899?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3374629901547018899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=3374629901547018899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/3374629901547018899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/3374629901547018899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2008/01/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-2239188388802593277</id><published>2007-12-23T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:07:23.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;           Ok so I really hate it when people ask me what I am thinking. Because most of the time, I really don't even know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brain works in mysterious ways, even to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some times I think on topic and sometimes I am sitting in Enlgish class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking about elephants. It all just depends really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So basically don't ask me what I'm thinking. If I want you to know, then I will most likely blurt it out. Which I do often. I am pretty open with my opinions when I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;understand them myself.&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't ask me what I'm thinking. I don't think in English. I don't think in words. I think in thoughts and it takes too long to translate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-KT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-2239188388802593277?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2239188388802593277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=2239188388802593277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/2239188388802593277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/2239188388802593277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/katies-brain.html' title='Katie&apos;s Brain'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-4056437791937241944</id><published>2007-12-11T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:04:57.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Together -- Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u57d4_b_YgI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u57d4_b_YgI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-4056437791937241944?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4056437791937241944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=4056437791937241944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/4056437791937241944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/4056437791937241944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/better-together-jack-johnson.html' title='Better Together -- Jack Johnson'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-4518751301556377341</id><published>2007-12-09T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:58:48.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1zYVIjCKwI/AAAAAAAAABU/8M8PRfDa_Z8/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142222732133542658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1zYVIjCKwI/AAAAAAAAABU/8M8PRfDa_Z8/s400/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Words....words are amazing. They are what deffine us. The things we say give first impressions, they can hurt, heal, love. They can show what we are feeling inside. Words are how we express ourselves. Our words are us and we are our words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Epiphany: a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspirational: imparting a divine influence on the mind and soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Divine: Having the nature of or being a deity.&lt;br /&gt;Being in the service or worship of a deity; sacred.&lt;br /&gt;Supremely good or beautiful; magnificent: a divine performance of the concerto.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely pleasant; delightful: had a divine time at the ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are only three words, but there are sooo many more out there. I don't extend my vocabulary as much as I should, and I don't know why? When there are so many words out there to chose from, why do I chose the same old ones like, stupid, cool, awesome?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-4518751301556377341?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4518751301556377341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=4518751301556377341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/4518751301556377341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/4518751301556377341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-of-my-favorite-words.html' title='Some of my favorite words....'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1zYVIjCKwI/AAAAAAAAABU/8M8PRfDa_Z8/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-4926615921473472490</id><published>2007-12-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:58:48.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1zVTojCKuI/AAAAAAAAABE/Be-BWMt7n6w/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142219407828855522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1zVTojCKuI/AAAAAAAAABE/Be-BWMt7n6w/s320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that some day I could write something that everyone would recognize, and everyone would admire. I wish I could say something so bold and and true and amazing as what Marianne Williamson once wrote but said in a speech by Nelson Mandela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-4926615921473472490?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4926615921473472490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=4926615921473472490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/4926615921473472490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/4926615921473472490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/inspirational.html' title='Inspirational'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1zVTojCKuI/AAAAAAAAABE/Be-BWMt7n6w/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-1096713041112820965</id><published>2007-12-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:34:10.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So bored....</title><content type='html'>Ok so one of my all time favorite things are quotes and or sayings. I love them all, whether they are funny, stupid or serious. so here are some that i found that I enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone has a photographic memory. Some people just don't have film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death is hereditary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whe you're right,  no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say hard work never hurts anybody, but why take the chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I either get what I want or I change my mind.--Dreams for an insomniac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lots of ideas. trouble is, most of the suck.-George Carlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.-George Carlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can't convince them, confuse them.-Harry S. Truman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wise man can pick up a grain of rice and envision the whole universe. But the stupid man will just lay down on some seaweed and roll around in it until he's competely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go hey, Im vine man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Katie&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-1096713041112820965?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1096713041112820965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=1096713041112820965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/1096713041112820965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/1096713041112820965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-bored.html' title='So bored....'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-361202366495429254</id><published>2007-12-06T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:58:50.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1jRRIjCKtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WTyJB5_MJaY/s1600-h/adhfsfgj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141089066925828818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1jRRIjCKtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WTyJB5_MJaY/s320/adhfsfgj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, who knew being a teenager could be sooo incredibly confusing and frustrating. All the drama of school, boys, friends, and on top of that school, and getting passing grades. Man, it's wayyy too much to handle with one brain. I can't wait to grow up and get out of high school. I know what your thinking, "katie, these are the best years of your life, don't waste them wishing you were somewhere else." blah, blah, blah. You and me both know that being a teenager, especially a teenage girl is happy, sad, frustrating, confusing, and drama filled -aka- not fun. But anyways, enough of me complaining....I have a kitty that is adorable so life is all happy and sunshiney. yay! =p  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; Yours truly, Katie&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/8979032772516687400-361202366495429254?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/361202366495429254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=361202366495429254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/361202366495429254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/361202366495429254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh.html' title='UGH!!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1jRRIjCKtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WTyJB5_MJaY/s72-c/adhfsfgj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-8612390976918989659</id><published>2007-12-04T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:58:50.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y9WYjCKrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E9PXkSnxNHE/s1600-h/rtj7j6ekyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140363479445809842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y9WYjCKrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E9PXkSnxNHE/s200/rtj7j6ekyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y9N4jCKqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W286lDPrNgw/s1600-h/rtj7j6ekyu.jpg"&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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So basically my sister and I are considered one person. We are twins from completely different parents. It's very possible you know. Well when Maygen and I are together, many stupid, funny things are said.  Here are just a few of them that Maygen and I collected&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's not the sharpest bulb in the shed….(Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·     Life sucks when your spoon is too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       Grinding= bouncing off the booty.(Britney's grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       I'm like 99.9% parched, can I get a cola or something. (John Heder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       How many ways can you twaddle? (Maygen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       Will you be my husband? You're rich. (Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       Lord, here come the rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       (Katie poking still pet rat.)  Hey rat are you dead?? (still poking unmoving rat…) (Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       I don't need luck ugly, I beat your butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       How many days till tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       When's the fourth of July? (Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       (Man) There's a car behind you… (Maygen) What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       Can you pay God to get us into heaven? The cheese cake was good. (Maygen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       What if I poop in the shower? (Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       I lifted up the blanket and for a minute I thought I was naked….(Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       I'd like some more please…….MOOORRREEE???!!! (off the tv.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       She looks like Barbie….wait, Barbies fake….(Maygen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       It's like an ugly girl wearing cute cloths, it just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·       (at the dinner table) Can I go take a piss in the pot please? (Katie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979032772516687400-8612390976918989659?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8612390976918989659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=8612390976918989659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/8612390976918989659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/8612390976918989659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sister.html' title='My Sister....'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y9WYjCKrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E9PXkSnxNHE/s72-c/rtj7j6ekyu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979032772516687400.post-3508690564966067070</id><published>2007-12-04T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:58:50.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y8UojCKpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G8p3WwULZw/s1600-h/me+and+miranda+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140362349869410962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y8UojCKpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G8p3WwULZw/s320/me+and+miranda+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, this is my first time using a blog...my mom was doing one, and I was like hey, I should try one. So, here I am . My name is Katie, I'm 15 years young....something that is very, very important to me are my kneecaps. I mean where would we be without them? If there were no kneecaps, we couldn't walk or run or dance, heck we couldn't even stand. You might regret meeting me, mostly because I ask ALOT of questions, it is entirely possible to get annoyed. I love my sister Maygen to death!!! We have soooo many inside jokes, and I always crack up when I hear them, no matter how old they are. Well that's pretty much me....I dunno, maybe I'll post more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8979032772516687400-3508690564966067070?l=katiemayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3508690564966067070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979032772516687400&amp;postID=3508690564966067070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/3508690564966067070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979032772516687400/posts/default/3508690564966067070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiemayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323683650683808181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgvtajwcBLo/R1Y8UojCKpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G8p3WwULZw/s72-c/me+and+miranda+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
