<?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-11913137</id><updated>2011-11-30T22:02:26.263-08:00</updated><category term='superbowl'/><category term='recovery'/><category term='boy'/><category term='curtains'/><category term='andy'/><category term='goats'/><category term='peppers'/><category term='rock'/><category term='food'/><category term='pumpkins'/><category term='mythbusters'/><category term='portia'/><category term='kid'/><category term='llamas'/><category term='football'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='ellen'/><category term='love'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='apples'/><title type='text'>Things Loved</title><subtitle type='html'>To see the flip side go to &lt;a href="http://thingshated.blogspot.com"&gt;Things Hated&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-7128999702563289387</id><published>2011-10-22T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:38:39.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mythbusters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>October 22, 2011- A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1sQEGNob_A/TqOnS8fF3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEr0G34647Y/s1600/llama1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1sQEGNob_A/TqOnS8fF3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEr0G34647Y/s200/llama1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I fed and petted goats and llamas, went through my first corn maze, experienced vortex, picked apples and pumpkins, made delicious pizza, bought fabric for curtains,&amp;nbsp; watched an excellent football game, hung mirrors, filled basement craft shelves... and now I'm watching Mythbusters with the man and kittens that I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-7128999702563289387?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7128999702563289387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=7128999702563289387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/7128999702563289387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/7128999702563289387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-22-2011-good-day.html' title='October 22, 2011- A Good Day'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1sQEGNob_A/TqOnS8fF3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEr0G34647Y/s72-c/llama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-5529126151280050591</id><published>2011-03-01T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:54:13.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><title type='text'>Something Pretty</title><content type='html'>I saw Kid Rock on the "news" this morning (I watch Fox in the AM cause it's campy and about my speed at 8:30) in a music video ("news") and he looked great.&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd post a pic of Kid just for fun and then google image searched him and he looks terrible.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy what I found when I google image searched Portia instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G8lJXYAjwRE/TW2ijv7x9rI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oKGPYXQKVjU/s1600/portia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G8lJXYAjwRE/TW2ijv7x9rI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oKGPYXQKVjU/s320/portia.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we all say jealous of ellen?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-5529126151280050591?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5529126151280050591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=5529126151280050591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/5529126151280050591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/5529126151280050591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-pretty.html' title='Something Pretty'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G8lJXYAjwRE/TW2ijv7x9rI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oKGPYXQKVjU/s72-c/portia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-7377033998556665915</id><published>2011-03-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:20:40.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bacon Wrapped Jalapeno Poppers</title><content type='html'>I've made these poppers for every party I've hosted since I found the recipe.&amp;nbsp; They're great for the Super Bowl, but be sure to make lots- they always disappear quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me that I need to find my camera.&amp;nbsp; Recipes are so much more fun with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bunch of jalapeno peppers.&amp;nbsp; I usually get between 10 and 20, depending on how many guests.&amp;nbsp; You'll also need cream cheese, shredded cheddar cheese, and bacon.&amp;nbsp; How could this go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to use latex gloves or wash your hands thoroughly after handling hot peppers unless you find the feeling of hot pepper residue in your eye invigorating (like me). &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the tops off the jalapenos, slice them down the middle, and remove the seeds.&amp;nbsp; I've got this little tool meant to core tomatoes (a tomato corer?) that is perfect for this.&amp;nbsp; Put the cream cheese in the peppers, and sprinkle and press the cheddar on top.&amp;nbsp; Get your package of bacon and cut it in half down the middle.&amp;nbsp; I use kitchen shears for this.&amp;nbsp; Wrap the slices of bacon around the poppers and stick a toothpick through the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that the best way to get the poppers baked without having soggy bacon is to get a little rack (mine was a cupcake cooling rack) that fits inside your baking sheet.&amp;nbsp; The fat drips off and the bacon gets crispier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put them in a 450 degree oven.&amp;nbsp; Start checking on them at about 15 minutes, I usually leave them in for a little over 20- whenever the edges of the poppers start looking a little brown.&amp;nbsp; Take them out and let them cool.&amp;nbsp; Did you get that?&amp;nbsp; LET THEM COOL.&amp;nbsp; For at least 15 minutes, if not longer.&amp;nbsp; I have burned my mouth so many times because they look and smell so awesome I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, watch them be devoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a batch of these tonight, which is what inspired this post.&amp;nbsp; I did something a little different this time and made them all just for me!&amp;nbsp; Here's a terrible cell phone pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ro98hMUQvJU/TW2N3E6iphI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mjt8VAHmE-4/s1600/jalapenopoppers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ro98hMUQvJU/TW2N3E6iphI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mjt8VAHmE-4/s1600/jalapenopoppers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only ate these three, I swear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-7377033998556665915?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7377033998556665915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=7377033998556665915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/7377033998556665915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/7377033998556665915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2011/03/bacon-wrapped-jalapeno-poppers.html' title='Bacon Wrapped Jalapeno Poppers'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ro98hMUQvJU/TW2N3E6iphI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mjt8VAHmE-4/s72-c/jalapenopoppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-5558356278741707039</id><published>2011-02-24T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:17:35.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ellen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW_2wXqHYg/TWch7m2MReI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7HUYx-Rzk4g/s1600/ellen-degeneres-portia-de-rossi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW_2wXqHYg/TWch7m2MReI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7HUYx-Rzk4g/s320/ellen-degeneres-portia-de-rossi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think "loved" is necessarily the category I would put ellen in, but since I don't have an "obsessed" blog (yet... I just registered that on blogger real quick) I'll mention her here.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday-&lt;/b&gt; Arrived home from work and watched the ellen show, which I dvr every day.&amp;nbsp; About 2 years ago I was sick for a week and discovered how great it was, and have been watching ever since.&amp;nbsp; It pains me to think of the 6 seasons I missed out on.&amp;nbsp; When it was over I watched some old stand-up and then a few episodes of the old ellen sitcom, both found at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished Portia's book.&amp;nbsp; It took me over a month to read it, even though I'm sure I could have devoured it in a day.&amp;nbsp; It's not often I find a book I want to stretch out as long as possible, and when I returned it (overdue) I was sad to let it go.&amp;nbsp; I love Portia nearly as much as I love ellen (she was my favorite in Arrested Development) and especially since I've read her book and seen her a few times on the show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday-&lt;/b&gt; As I drive to work I pop some ellen spoken word into the cd player.&amp;nbsp; When I come home, I have time to watch most of that day's episode but then have to get to date night with the bf, so I listen to more spoken word while I drive there, and when I arrive he is frustrated because his initial plan to download ellen episodes from the internets isn't working as well as he thought it would.&amp;nbsp; I have confidence he'll make it work somehow.&amp;nbsp; I spend at least 30 minutes talking to him about ellen's latest episodes and Portia's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday-&lt;/b&gt; Today.&amp;nbsp; Walked out to my car this morning to drive to work and forgot about the spoken word cd still in the car.&amp;nbsp; Turning on the car and hearing ellen (instead of all the war/protesting/politics that have been on npr lately) surprised me and made me smile.&amp;nbsp; Got home from work and watched the rest of yesterday's ellen and have today's on pause so I could write this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed?&amp;nbsp; Obviously.&amp;nbsp; But she makes me smile and laugh.&amp;nbsp; Who doesn't like to smile and laugh?&amp;nbsp; I think I'll watch Finding Nemo tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-5558356278741707039?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5558356278741707039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=5558356278741707039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/5558356278741707039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/5558356278741707039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2011/02/ellen.html' title='ellen'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW_2wXqHYg/TWch7m2MReI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7HUYx-Rzk4g/s72-c/ellen-degeneres-portia-de-rossi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-102534182558683976</id><published>2010-05-06T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:21:16.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><title type='text'>My Bret's Gonna Be Okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S-Nosg5lq7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/twBr-fDIzzk/s1600/bretmichaels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S-Nosg5lq7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/twBr-fDIzzk/s320/bretmichaels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468329486512925618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of reality television.  Amazing Race, America's Next Top Model, and Project Runway are by far my favorites.  I'd never seriously watched any of The Apprentice, but this season I decided to watch Celebrity Apprentice because I have serious love for Sharon Osbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't been all that impressed with Sharon but I fell hard for Bret Michaels.  While he may not be the brightest crayon in the box, his sincerity and positive outlook on life are seriously inspiring.  He seems so genuine, and his level of caring for other people is beyond what I expect from someone with his level of celebrity.  Lord knows I don't know the guy for realz, but at least that's how he seems.  (I did watch one season of Rock of Love and I really don't like dating reality shows but it's forgivable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that everything that's happened to him recently has been awful.  Why do bad things happen to good people?  It's a question that goes forever unanswered.  But no brain hemorrhage is gonna get my boy down.  Not Bret.   He struggled to stay conscious on the way to the hospital, which kept him alive.  And then he recovered faster than any of his doctors thought possible.  You go, dude!  Keep rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you and I should take his example and realize what the power of positive thinking can do for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-102534182558683976?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/102534182558683976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=102534182558683976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/102534182558683976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/102534182558683976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-brets-gonna-be-okay.html' title='My Bret&apos;s Gonna Be Okay'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S-Nosg5lq7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/twBr-fDIzzk/s72-c/bretmichaels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-306988071823372313</id><published>2010-05-04T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:10:32.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><title type='text'>Five Things Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S-BBxhK_uQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x9kTpcZVy4Q/s1600/chonga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467442266601666818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S-BBxhK_uQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x9kTpcZVy4Q/s320/chonga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first this may look like a simple picture of my beloved Chonga being all up in my business.  Which it is.  But if you look closer, it's actually a picture of five things that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chonga.  Obviously.  She's my baby girl.  Just look at how much she loves me.  So here's the deal, when I got her I named her Chonga because I thought it meant "Monkey" in Spanish.  It doesn't.  Apparently it means Hispanic Miamian Hooker.  &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Chonga"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Chonga&lt;/a&gt;  Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  House-Suit!  You can see my knee right there where I'm wearing my very favorite thing, a maroon velour track suit which I affectionately call House-Suit!  I only wear it when I know I'm not going to leave the house for the rest of the day so that's like a special occasion right there.  And now it's too warm to wear velour so it's away for the season.  (Away AKA tossed in the corner of my bedroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. G2 Gatorade.  I don't know why it's called that but apparently it has like no calories and to me, it tastes better than regular gatorade.  I could drink gallons of this stuff, particularly after a night at the bar.  I've been making some financial changes in my life recently so I haven't had it in awhile- bottled beverages are not in the budget so YAY WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There's a little white rocking chair next to Chonga's right ear there.  It was mine when I was little and for some reason I've been carting it around for a few years now.  I don't know why.  I'm not going to have any children to give it to.  Do you want it?  See, this doesn't belong on Things Loved but it's in the picture so oh well.  I do remember getting in trouble for plastering it with hello kitty stamps so my mom had to re-paint it.  Apparently I didn't like it much back then either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  And then right above her ear there's a framed picture of Andy and I at his sister's wedding in Hawaii.  We look hot.  It's my favorite picture of us, and it's on my desk at work too.  Have I ever told any of you how much I love that boy?  It's sickening, actually.  I'll try not to talk about it too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-306988071823372313?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/306988071823372313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=306988071823372313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/306988071823372313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/306988071823372313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-things-loved.html' title='Five Things Loved'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S-BBxhK_uQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x9kTpcZVy4Q/s72-c/chonga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-145081816977054910</id><published>2010-05-03T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:50:08.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99RsAzXZCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AWFnEisiwC4/s1600/hiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99RsAzXZCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AWFnEisiwC4/s320/hiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467178289222607906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've been teaching some folks how to blog lately, and I've been thinking to myself, I used to actually do this on a regular basis.  It was kinda fun.  And it allowed me to keep a record of my thoughts and feelings and activities and all that.  So I'm thinking that might be a good thing to get back into.  Even if no one reads (which you better) it's something that might help with the massive amounts of anxiety that I've been carrying around lately (I'm sure there'll be more on that over on Things Hated).  It's worth a shot, right!?  And if I decide I don't want to do it anymore, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, let's just take a look for a second at the love of my life right there, that's my baby Hiro.  And ooooh boy does he love his mama.  He's a little flawed (he's anemic) but aren't we all?  He's super cuddly, he follows me everywhere, and he's prone to showering everyone, strangers included, with kisses.  Aww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-145081816977054910?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/145081816977054910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=145081816977054910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/145081816977054910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/145081816977054910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back?'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99RsAzXZCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AWFnEisiwC4/s72-c/hiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-114123747794305665</id><published>2006-03-01T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:24:37.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Quitting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/106407086/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/106407086_9eb7db4bd4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/106407086/"&gt;quit&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been a long time since I've updated the blogs... and I don't think that I will anytime in the near future.  Blame MySpace, I get my internet activity needs there now.  I've thought about just shutting down the blogs, but I think I'm gonna leave them up for archive purposes (feel free to browse through if you like) and also, if I ever decide to blog again, I'd like to keep the addresses that I have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, farewell world, if you're a friend, check out the MySpace blog.  Peace.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-114123747794305665?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114123747794305665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=114123747794305665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/114123747794305665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/114123747794305665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-quitting-time.html' title='It&apos;s Quitting Time'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113815448174814542</id><published>2006-01-24T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:01:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Kiefer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/89504926/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/89504926_b3843fc0d0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/89504926/"&gt;Sarsgaard, Peter&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got my eye on up-and-coming actor Peter Sarsgaard.  I first noticed him in Kinsey, when I did a double take and said something like, "whoa, that guy looks like a young Kiefer Sutherland!"  Which he does.  Then, the other day I noticed him in a preview for Flightplan when I did another double take and said something like, "Kiefer Sutherland is in Flightplan??"  Only to look it up and find that it was dear Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check it out, I think he's going to do well in Hollywood, he's already got some nice films under his belt, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Man Walking&lt;br /&gt;Man in the Iron Mask&lt;br /&gt;Boys Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;The Cell (one of my personal faves)&lt;br /&gt;Garden State&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey&lt;br /&gt;The Skeleton Key&lt;br /&gt;Flightplan&lt;br /&gt;Jarhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the last two (which I plan on seeing in the near future) I've seen all of those movies.  How is it possible that I haven't noticed this hottie until recently?  Am I blind??&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113815448174814542?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113815448174814542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113815448174814542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113815448174814542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113815448174814542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-kiefer.html' title='The New Kiefer?'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113755457725672552</id><published>2006-01-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:22:57.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTC, The Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/88050150/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/16/88050150_cb6a595a9d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/88050150/"&gt;ktcdrunkglamorshot&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was younger, probably starting in elementary school and continuing on through college, I always did this weird thing where I would wonder if someone, somewhere, whether it be across town or across the world, was doing the same thing as I was at that particular moment.  Back then, I'd be sitting in biology class and hating it or something, so the answer was probably yes... yes there is someone else hating biology at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently I've started to realize that there probably isn't anyone out there who is exactly like me.  No one shares my daily events and has the same thoughts and feelings as I do.  At first, this realization was a little disheartining as I think when I was wondering about it earlier in life I was thinking it would be comforting if someone was like me.  But I think I'm proud of it.  It's pretty sweet to be an original.  And screw anyone who doesn't appreciate it.  So there.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113755457725672552?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113755457725672552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113755457725672552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113755457725672552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113755457725672552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/ktc-original.html' title='KTC, The Original'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113755400908960770</id><published>2006-01-17T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:13:29.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/83960965/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/83960965_5e548aff5f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/83960965/"&gt;redarock&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NYE is my second favorite holiday only to Halloween, and I had a great one this year.  Unfortunately I don't have the time to give you all the sweet details, but I did go to Chicago, do some awesome shopping on Belmont (my fave), and catch up with some old friends... two of the most noteable being these gorgeous ones, Reda and Brooke.  They look so hot in this pic, so I definately had to share it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113755400908960770?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113755400908960770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113755400908960770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113755400908960770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113755400908960770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113690974560008920</id><published>2006-01-10T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:03:58.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kiefer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/83960963/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/83960963_ea9fbada79_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/83960963/"&gt;kieferdrunk&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've always loved Kiefer Sutherland (never seen Truth or Consequences, New Mexico?  Rent it).  If this is a real picture of him passed out in a hotel lobby, it's absolutely hilarious.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.  Just realized that whatever shady tabloid this is totally misspelled my babe's name, and consequently made me do the same... nice journalism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113690974560008920?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113690974560008920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113690974560008920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113690974560008920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113690974560008920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-kiefer.html' title='My Kiefer'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113660511141339080</id><published>2006-01-06T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:38:31.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We're Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/83210549/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/83210549_0494d201d9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/83210549/"&gt;friendshipbracelet&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes friendships get monotonous.  Not bad, like you hate a person... but more like, I hang out with this person cause that's what I do.  No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are comfortable.  That's fine.  But then, every once in awhile, you spend some time with a friend that is insignificant yet amazing that reminds you of why you became so close in the first place.  At least that happens to me sometimes, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I love my friends.  They are an amazing bunch that I wouldn't trade for the world. *tear*&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113660511141339080?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113660511141339080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113660511141339080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113660511141339080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113660511141339080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-were-friends.html' title='Why We&apos;re Friends'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113622396677140139</id><published>2006-01-02T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T09:46:06.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago is sooo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/80983288/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/80983288_109ff7de47_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/80983288/"&gt;ChicagoSkyline&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need a good adjective here cause Amazing doesn't seem to be cutting it for me.  I have adored the windy city since I was really young, when I felt so comfortable roaming the streets and navagating the el train that my mother would absolutely freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love it.  I had a great time there for New Years Eve, although that probably has less to do with the city and more to do with my outstanding friends who made the trip perfect for me.  More on that later, once I get pics to sufficiently show what a lovely time it was.  For now... just enjoy that beautiful skyline.  Oh Chicago, how I love thee.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113622396677140139?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113622396677140139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113622396677140139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113622396677140139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113622396677140139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/chicago-is-sooo.html' title='Chicago is sooo....'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113578661861145248</id><published>2005-12-28T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:16:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/78510198/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/78510198_da5d28bf5b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/78510198/"&gt;whatwerewethinking&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When school ended for the semester, I completely intended to work almost everyday, make some cash, and end vacation with a fat bank account.  It really didn't end up working out like that, but I think it's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I've been catching up with anyone and everyone who has ever been a friend of mine... just running around being a freaking social butterfly, I am.  IT'S FABULOUS.  Just check out this pic of Leen and I at Matt's Christmas party where we thought it would be a great idea to drink Cuervo straight from the bottle and also, if you look real closely under that middle cup, you can see that we also thought it would be amusing to handcuff ourselves to each other.  It was fun, from what I remember.  Oh shit, and I got the whole first season of Golden Girls from that party... can't beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are only a few days of vacay left so I'm headed to Chicago to check out some friends and some sights, it should be incredible.  Oh, what?  I was supposed to work tonight?  I dunno... I really feel like hitting the mall.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113578661861145248?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113578661861145248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113578661861145248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113578661861145248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113578661861145248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113523139603696334</id><published>2005-12-21T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:03:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Dunn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/76161402/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/76161402_86fe4c226e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/76161402/"&gt;ryan&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ryan Dunn is hot.  That is all.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113523139603696334?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113523139603696334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113523139603696334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113523139603696334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113523139603696334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/12/ryan-dunn.html' title='Ryan Dunn'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113375261725668775</id><published>2005-12-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:16:57.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/70319213/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/70319213_412b290b28_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/70319213/"&gt;goldendoodle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I'm taking a little break from blogging to concentrate on upcoming finals... take care, I'll be back soon.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113375261725668775?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113375261725668775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113375261725668775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113375261725668775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113375261725668775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/12/taking-break.html' title='Taking a Break'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113332870269937541</id><published>2005-11-29T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:31:42.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sentiments Exactly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/68548954/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/68548954_9c8bd78b50_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/68548954/"&gt;dre bly&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love Dre Bly for good now (as though I didn't before), many props to him for taking a stand against the real problem, Joey Harrington:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One guy in particular ... is the cause of this whole thing," Bly said on the NFL Network. "It's not hard to figure out. ... The quarterback here has been bad. ... He has not really gotten the job done ever since I have been here. ... I really believe Coach would not have been fired if Jeff (Garcia) would have been healthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he expounded to the Free Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joey's been here four years," he said, "and being the No. 3 pick in the draft, he hasn't given us anything."&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113332870269937541?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113332870269937541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113332870269937541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113332870269937541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113332870269937541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-sentiments-exactly.html' title='My Sentiments Exactly'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113288661443909097</id><published>2005-11-24T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:43:34.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Channel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/66113849/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/66113849_9f2a53c006_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/66113849/"&gt;A&amp;amp;E&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not that I really should be watching any television at all with all of the homework that I have, but lately I just cannot resist A&amp;E.  I am a reality TV junkie, and shows like Dog the Bounty Hunter, Growing Up Gotti, and most especially Reality 1, really capture my fancy.  If you haven't been fortunate enough to catch an episode of Reality 1, I highly suggest it.  Basically these two guys go around the country, find random people down on their luck, and attempt to hook them up with people who can help them get on top of things or achieve their life long dreams.  So love it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113288661443909097?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113288661443909097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113288661443909097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113288661443909097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113288661443909097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-favorite-channel.html' title='New Favorite Channel'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113272903269581825</id><published>2005-11-22T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:57:12.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/65869972/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/65869972_0bc4462500_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/65869972/"&gt;happy bunny school&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know Happy Bunny is kinda played out (at least I think he is) but there are some things he says that I will always find funny.  Like that little tin of mints that has "POISON" crossed out and "Mints for Friend" written in.  Or this, which is so very, very true.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113272903269581825?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113272903269581825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113272903269581825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113272903269581825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113272903269581825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-bunny.html' title='Happy Bunny'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113244086885910552</id><published>2005-11-19T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:54:29.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake's in the Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/63884760/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/63884760_13151e1664_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/63884760/"&gt;2006 Element&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dear friend Jacob is the proud new owner of a brand new beautiful Honda Element.  I'm extremely excited about this because it was the vehicle that I was advocating for him to get.  When he took me for a ride in it, I was not dissapointed.  It's beautiful!  Not only does it lack the weird black plastic on the outside of previous models, the interior is way cooler than I expected.  "Stadium seating" in the back seat, a massive sunroof, and seats that fold down to make a giant bed for camping make it into one of the most amazing things I have experienced (I know, I need to get out more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm jealous... not that I don't love my "new" Geo, it's just dang, that thing is a beaut.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113244086885910552?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113244086885910552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113244086885910552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113244086885910552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113244086885910552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/jakes-in-element.html' title='Jake&apos;s in the Element'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113242489651794090</id><published>2005-11-19T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:28:16.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/64826721/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/64826721_365fe8e52f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/64826721/"&gt;usual suspects&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sitting upstairs at Rendez-Vous again (I know you are surprised), attempting to finish this paper that's been giving me a lot more trouble than I expected (bad paper, No!) and it is super quiet up here.  This can obviously be explained by the UofM/Ohio State game that's going on at the moment, you know everyone in town is either there or at a tailgate or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for not everyone is there... I'm not there, and neither is my little Rendez-Vous family.  The Usual Suspects, as I so fondly call them.  The group of individuals that come here every day to study, like me.  I don't know their names, nor do I really care to, but I know they've got my back.  And I've got theirs.  How sweet.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113242489651794090?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113242489651794090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113242489651794090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113242489651794090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113242489651794090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/usual-suspects.html' title='The Usual Suspects'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113205837345163431</id><published>2005-11-15T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:39:33.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smita the Viking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/63539645/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63539645_4265dbfa5e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/63539645/"&gt;aaarrr&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey peeps, check out this cute halloween pic of Smita and her friends as Vikings.  She's the one on the left, in case you can't guess.  Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the pic but it sure does make me miss her!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113205837345163431?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113205837345163431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113205837345163431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113205837345163431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113205837345163431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/smita-viking.html' title='Smita the Viking'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113176420943771254</id><published>2005-11-11T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:56:49.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pal Willie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/62310501/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/62310501_3fdad428b0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/62310501/"&gt;willie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've loved Willie Nelson since I was a very small child, and that love has never waned.  I find his voice and song selection positively soothing, and it is highly conducive to my study habits (one earphone bud in, one out).  God, I love this man.  He must be like a hundred years old or something, huh?  I hope he lives a hundred more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I'm trying to say is that I want Willie Nelson to be my buddy.  For some reason, I don't think he's really going to go for that.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113176420943771254?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113176420943771254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113176420943771254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113176420943771254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113176420943771254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-pal-willie.html' title='My Pal Willie'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113159896438332185</id><published>2005-11-09T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:02:44.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTC Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/61778507/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/61778507_288ab89644_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/61778507/"&gt;need&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forget what those things are called, where someone emails you a bunch of questions about yourself and then you're supposed to fill it out and send it to all your friends with the hope that they will do the same.  The new, internet savvy, bastardized form of the age-old chainletter.  I almost never respond to those, with the exception of if they are from my mother (she gets mad if I don't), if they are super short and from a good friend, or if they are really innovative and fun.  I stumbled across this one, and I really like it... very funny and interesting to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you do is go to google and type in "[your name] needs" (yes, in quotes) and copy and paste the sentences that come up in the list of results.  It's great, at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my lists and you people better paste yours in the comments or your family will be cursed for at least 7 years (okay, maybe not, but do it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs to hear from you about the future of our club.&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs to start petitioning the appropriate authority.&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs to consider this&lt;br /&gt;"new" technology.&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs help with fund raising.&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs your help!&lt;br /&gt;KTC needs some challenges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs... (guess how many of these are about recent Scientology phenomenon Katie Holmes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs a project manager.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to follow up.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to figure out if she wants to move forward, maintain old friends, or what kind of person she is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to say no.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to talk to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs a quiet(ish) life.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs help but she deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs extra time.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs a C-section.&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to stay away from those negative web sites and focus on what she needs to do!&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to run far, far away.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113159896438332185?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113159896438332185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113159896438332185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113159896438332185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113159896438332185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/ktc-needs.html' title='KTC Needs'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113159370224674018</id><published>2005-11-09T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:35:02.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"New" Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/61616472/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/61616472_6716741eb9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/61616472/"&gt;GEO&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to the generosity of mankind, I've finally gotten some wheels.  A friend of a friend was trying to get rid of a well-running 1990 Geo, and he gave it to me for FREE.  Are you kidding?  That's amazing.  And for sure will get me around town for emergencys and late night studying which is all I really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's insured, I've still got to get it registered, but I'm SO RELIEVED.  It will be so nice to have that aspect of independence back.  Thanks to all who simpathized with my plight, and thanks even more so to those who carted me around the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO! I've got some wheels!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113159370224674018?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113159370224674018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113159370224674018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113159370224674018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113159370224674018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-car.html' title='&quot;New&quot; Car'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113099151836300609</id><published>2005-11-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:18:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Vito's Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/58869767/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/58869767_961762cf1c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/58869767/"&gt;don1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This might be kinda a weird post.  We'll see how it turns out, but I apologize in advance if it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People watching in the morning while I am waiting for the bus is really interesting.  I see all kinds of people:  kids going to school, business men walking downtown to work, and of course runners and bikers (damn people with too much motivation and energy, I hate them).  Sometimes, and always when I am waiting out there around 7:30, I see Don Vito walking his dog.  You understand that this guy is not the actual Don Vito, but that's what I have named him.  They look very similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it wasn't weird or amusing enough that the dude looks like Mr. Vito, what he does every morning is equally strange.  He parks his car on the street in front of my bus stop, gets the dog out and walks away.  About five minutes later, he comes back.  Without the dog!!  The first time I saw this, I immediately thought the worst... Don Vito had ditched the dog somewhere in Eberwhite Woods or totally abandoned him elsewhere.  I did think that it was possible that someone dogsits for him during the day, but then, what is the point of parking the car so far from the destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be happy to know that since that first time, I've seen the dog again, so he's not tied up to a random tree somewhere.  But I'm still curious about what Vito is doing.  So I made up a story about it that rather suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what is going on.  Vito and his (now ex) wife just went through a messy divorce, mainly because she thought that he was fat, lazy, and didn't take care of himself.  She just couldn't stand that he couldn't make some sort of effort, even when she threatened to leave him.  So, hence the divorce.  But they had this dog, see, and they both loved him a lot so they decided to do the joint custody thing.  She works from home so she gets the dog during the day while Vito is at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in an effort to impress and possibly win back his ex-wife, Don tells her that he is exercizing by walking the dog all the way from his apartment to her house every day.  Unfortunately, he can't actually bring himself to do this, so he parks the few blocks away so she won't see him drive up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you go.  I'm pretty strange, huh?  This is what I think about while on the bus.  A girl can't study all the time.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113099151836300609?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113099151836300609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113099151836300609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113099151836300609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113099151836300609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/don-vitos-dog.html' title='Don Vito&apos;s Dog'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113098707428292439</id><published>2005-11-02T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:04:34.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Annual Liberty Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/58869769/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/58869769_f76c50d9c5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/58869769/"&gt;Halloween '05 011&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm... don't really know what to say about the party except it was stressful but very fun.  People got drunk and effed up my house, I dropped a camera that wasn't mine on the kitchen floor (yes, it broke), and Brad's brother almost pissed in my recycling bin.  Wait, did I say it was fun?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was, but I don't want to do it ever again.  So when next Halloween is approaching and I start yapping on about having a party, please, please remind me of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing about the party was the costumes.  Everyone looked amazing.  Among my favorites:  Metrosexual Satan, Spaceghost, David Bowie from Labrynth, Joe Dirt, and members of Team Zissou.  Of course, you can see that Keri and I looked great, as the goddess Nike and a Detroit Lion, respectively.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113098707428292439?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113098707428292439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113098707428292439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113098707428292439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113098707428292439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/third-annual-liberty-halloween-party.html' title='Third Annual Liberty Halloween Party'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113077384078055826</id><published>2005-10-31T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T07:50:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/28656395/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/28656395_d9e5ea029d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/28656395/"&gt;phattychrisfight&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The oddest thing happened last night while I was studying at Rendez-Vous.  There was a brawl, can you believe it?  The Vous is just a little coffee shop on campus, usually pretty quiet setting for the usual, regular group that always hangs out there.  Not last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girlfriends and I were sitting there, minding our own business, when out of nowhere this guy (we'll call him "Crazy" from here) approaches this other guy ("Random" from now on) and ferociously asks him if he has a problem.  Up to this point, Random had been doing homework on his laptop and listening to his headphones.  He took the phones off, and asked Crazy what he said.  Even louder, Crazy yells,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey man, DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?" At which point all of Rendez-Vous turns to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, Crazy hauls back and punches Random in the face.  Random jumps up to defend himself as Crazy attempts to push him over the stairway railing.  Random manages to get into the middle of the room (away from the dangerous railing) but Crazy is still attached to him, throwing punches like a madman.  Other guys jumped into the fight, creating an all out brawl.  Eventually Crazy got pinned to the floor and Random could get away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guys were holding Crazy back because he was seriously intent on whooping Random's ass.  Random went downstairs to hopefully calm Crazy down, which worked well enough until the cops came.  The ensuing questioning of Crazy was very interesting and telling of his serious mental illness, but I don't have time to go into that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just absolutely amazed at how quickly this event occured and out of the middle of nothing.  And in Rendez-Vous, no less... it's not like I was hanging out at Deja Vu or The Elbow Room, for crying out loud.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113077384078055826?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113077384078055826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113077384078055826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113077384078055826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113077384078055826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/fight.html' title='Fight!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113076501006715817</id><published>2005-10-31T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T05:23:30.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds, My True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/58013202/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/58013202_054da596fb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/58013202/"&gt;benconcert&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, I'm gonna do it... gonna talk about Ben some more, and immediately following another Ben post... dang.  But seriously, I wanted to let everyone know what an awesome time I had at the show, thought no one would care, and then Alicia goes and asks me to write a post about how it was... so here I am to write about it.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was amazing, Ben was (is) amazing.  He was probably technically better than I have ever seen him before, and he played some really good, really old shit, which I did not expect but was absolutely fabulous.  Unfortunately he didn't touch the LP that I'm currently obsessed with, and also unfortunately played that one little song that drives me quite crazy (yes people, you've heard it, Brick, it was totally ruined and overplayed, now get over it).  But as usual I was blown away by his showmanship, humor, and freaking unbelievable talent.  Anna really liked it a lot, which made me very happy.  All in all, the second best show I've ever seen of Ben's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second best?  Why, you ask?  Well... the venue itself (Miller Auditorium in Kalamazoo) was beautiful (and we had fab front row balcony seats) but it's surroundings absolutely blew.  I don't know if any of you have ever been to K-zoo or Western Michigan University, but I seriously suggest avoiding it if you can.  There is positively nothing to do, no where to eat or have a beer on campus, the roads are all freaking confusing, and the people... well, the people there were totally lame.  They all looked the same (floppy haired skater boyz and sorority chicas) and generally acted in a rather, um... immature fashion?  I'm trying to describe them without totally offending someone.  But anyway, they (the people) and it (the campus) pissed me off royally and I hope not to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben.  Seriously.  Come to Ann Arbor, leave that other shit out of this.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113076501006715817?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113076501006715817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113076501006715817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113076501006715817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113076501006715817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/ben-folds-my-true-love.html' title='Ben Folds, My True Love'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113052969852620798</id><published>2005-10-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:01:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/56958757/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/56958757_f9dd94fccf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/56958757/"&gt;ben&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, so quick today... I really don't even have time to be posting this, but I promised I would speak of my "rewards" for studying so hard lately, and the time has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a half hour, Anna and I are leaving to see Ben Folds in Kalamazoo.  If you know me at all, you know that I can hardly contain my excitement and I'm absolutely dying to see Ben in all his glory- his live performance is unbeatable, in my humble opinion.  Also, Anna is a Ben Folds Concert Virgin, so she has no idea what is in store.  I can't wait to see how much she loves it (I know she will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tomorrow is our third annual halloween party.  If you haven't been invited, it's either cause I never see you anymore or I just plain don't like you.  If it's the former, feel free to stop by.  This party is stressing me out to no end, but everyone seems really excited and the costumes sound like they will be really cool this year.  Excited, excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in an unexpected reward that actually happened last weekend, Jeff Garcia started for the Lions and they beat the Browns (most important game of the season so far this year for me because of the heated rivalry that Jacob, from Cleveland and I, from Detroit have).  Unfortunately I am probably not going to be able to watch the game this Sunday because of the mass amounts of homework I still have to do, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, too long, gotta go!  Have a good weekend, as I know mine will be absolutely SMASHING!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113052969852620798?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113052969852620798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113052969852620798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113052969852620798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113052969852620798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Weekend Ever'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-113001085041848364</id><published>2005-10-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T12:54:10.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KTC Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/54938554/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/54938554_ec6173a610_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/54938554/"&gt;babymonkeys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I imagine that if I had four baby monkeys clinging to my limbs, I would be in absolute ecstacy.  I look at this picture and think, "oh, man, I wish that was me!"  Except for the male/goatee part, that wouldn't be too good.  But the baby monkey thing, that is just absolutely fabulous.  What a lucky guy.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-113001085041848364?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113001085041848364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=113001085041848364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113001085041848364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/113001085041848364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/ktc-heaven.html' title='KTC Heaven'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112995533222342719</id><published>2005-10-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:28:53.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to Tell You a Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/54752871/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/54752871_e29b274748_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/54752871/"&gt;madonna&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I first heard about Madonna's new movie, a documentary of her last tour called "I'm Going to Tell You a Secret," I thought the normal things you might think, like, "probably a has-been publicity stunt," and, "most likely some Kabbalah propaganda bullshit," but I actually enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling all depressed and couldn't possibly study, but there was nothing else on TV.  MTV was showing the movie premier with no commercials, so Danjo and I decided to check it out.  The first five minutes or so were exactly what I expected:  obscure, weird, and not interesting to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it was just cool and chill... a behind the scenes view of Madonna's tour, complete with cute video opps from the kids and Guy Ritchie (what a catch, by the way).  I was especially impressed when she spoke about her marriage and her view on soulmates.  She said that if you ever find anyone who you think is perfect, run in the other direction, because your view is obviously skewed (we all know no one is perfect but man, can that be clouded by the puppy love that comes with a new relationship).  A soulmate is someone who will challenge you, piss you off, and still be there when the dust settles.  Amen, sista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was surprized that I liked the movie as much as I did.  I'm not saying it was the best ever, or that you should run out and see it, just that it could have been a lot worse.  And also, it would be so incredibly sweet to be traveling around on tour with Madonna.  Alas, a girl can dream...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112995533222342719?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112995533222342719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112995533222342719' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112995533222342719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112995533222342719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-going-to-tell-you-secret.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Tell You a Secret'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112983259187935987</id><published>2005-10-20T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:23:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Woman Needs One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/52706948/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/52706948_8edfbb9acc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/52706948/"&gt;femdefense&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Especially this week, it seems like all guys were injected with the "I'm-a-Huge-Tool Virus."  Watch out, it's going around.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112983259187935987?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112983259187935987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112983259187935987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112983259187935987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112983259187935987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/every-woman-needs-one.html' title='Every Woman Needs One'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112939426127824772</id><published>2005-10-15T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:37:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO LIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/52706949/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/52706949_3868caf3b3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/52706949/"&gt;lionsbeltbuckle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forgot to mention at the beginning of last week that the Lions actually won a game!  Faboo!  Hopefully they can sock it to the Panthers tomorrow as well, but who knows.  I heard that Garcia was practicing this week and should be good to go by next weekend.  Thank GOD.  And when that doesn't work out and they still lose all the time, I should be about ready to go into the midseason depression tailspin that inevitably strikes every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me this belt buckle for Christmas please.  Too cute.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112939426127824772?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112939426127824772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112939426127824772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112939426127824772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112939426127824772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/go-lions.html' title='GO LIONS'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112929960731644160</id><published>2005-10-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:20:07.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/50976495/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/50976495_bf24608dcb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/50976495/"&gt;handbra&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't really have time today to say much except that for some reason I find this picture incredibly weird, a little scary, and very hot all at the same time.  Hope you enjoy it as well.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112929960731644160?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112929960731644160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112929960731644160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112929960731644160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112929960731644160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/thats-hot.html' title='That&apos;s Hot'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112890281090474111</id><published>2005-10-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:06:51.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at the Seabury Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/50976493/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/50976493_28bb897313_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/50976493/"&gt;cow&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, I just had the best day... Earlier this month I bid in a silent auction (benefiting Katrina victims) on a dinner with a social work prof who has his own organic farm.  Today I finally got to go, and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Seabury Farm is 93 acres and is the home to tons of cows, a herd of sheep, pigs, more barn kitties than I could count, and two adorable border collies.  As you can probably guess, I was in animal heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farm also yeilds pumpkins, squash, broccoli, peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, and much more.  YUM!  Dinner was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was amazing as well.  There were five other MSW students who were all very nice and interesting to talk to.  But I really enjoyed talking to Mrs. Seabury, who has a private practice and works a lot with people who have cult involvement and have been diagnosed with dissasociative identity disorder (formerly multiple personality disorder).  I've been interested in that shit since I was a kid so it was pretty enthralling to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good now, like I'm doing what I should be doing, and also that I might make it out of school alive.  Speaking of which, I had totally planned on coming home and studying, but I'm willing to bet that it's not going to happen because my belly is full and I had two glasses of (fabulous) wine with dinner.  I really just feel like sitting here and watching the Made marathon on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower?  Can't find it.  Let those books sit in the backpack till tomorrow.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112890281090474111?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112890281090474111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112890281090474111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112890281090474111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112890281090474111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner-at-seabury-farm.html' title='Dinner at the Seabury Farm'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112861153291509912</id><published>2005-10-06T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:12:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/47617975/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/47617975_42127627a0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/47617975/"&gt;phil&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realize there's a TV theme happening here on Things Loved, and TV is a brain consumer, it's bad, and all that, but let's go with it.  I have been getting most of my enjoyment out of the few television programs that I watch because they allow me to escape from the reality of school for 30 to 60 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually been fairly reluctant to post about my very favorite show in the world, The Amazing Race.  Previous to this season it has always been a whirlwind of scary, intricate activities carried out by a harried team of two, certainly with an incredibly interesting relationship.  This season is a little different.  Okay, a lot different.  I'm not sure if I like it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first Amazing Race: Family Edition.  The first apparent difference in the show is that there are four people on a team.  Sounds interesting- more people, more conflict, right?  Not really... there's one family that bickers bitterly but the rest seem to get along for the most part.  The challenges are MUCH easier, probably because of the teams with children.  This is evidenced by the multiple parents I have seen smoking cigarettes.  On the original Amazing Race, you would have to be a dumbass to smoke a cigarette, as you are running around the world climbing mountains and shit, the last thing you would want to do is run out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the next reason that this season kind of well, sucks... instead of traveling the world, it seems that this Amazing Race will stay in the United States.  I can see how it would be difficult to get teams of four on a plane together, but how boring.  It's no longer cool to see the teams rush through a place that you've been ("There's Red Square!  The Kremlin!  I've been there!") since most everyone has traveled around the US ("Washington DC!  I've been there!"  "Yep, you and everyone else...").  Not so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are wondering if I am going to give up on my self proclaimed favorite show ever.  The answer is no, and it's for one very good, very sexy reason:  Phil Keoghan.  Now THAT'S amazing.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112861153291509912?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112861153291509912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112861153291509912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112861153291509912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112861153291509912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112791119637772450</id><published>2005-09-28T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T05:39:56.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested Development</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/47397444/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/47397444_c2875f57ce_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/47397444/"&gt;arrested development&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The funniest show on television, and perhaps the only thing that I watch that isn't cartoon or reality.... oh, how I love my Bluth family.  I'm so happy we're smack at the beginning of season 3, it makes my Mondays more bearable and every other day of the week excruciating waiting for the next episode.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have laughed so hard this week that I fell on the floor... only my favorite TV family has a stair car and a cabin car, so you have to "watch out for bridges and hop-ons cause you will get some hop-ons," and "watch out for live-ins cause you will get some live-ins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that some reading this might not follow the show and may not find this very interesting or funny at all, but I personally just cracked up while writing that (thank God no one else is upstairs at Rendez-Vous at this ungodly hour).  In fact I just read it again and  I am still chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest moment in the last episode, however, had to be in the preview for next week, when we find that Scott Baio will be playing the Bluth family's new lawyer, Bob Loblaw.  Not very funny yet?  Say it fast... Bob Loblaw.  Ba-blah-blah.  Ba-blah-blah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how this is coming off over the computer, it could be totally lame, but I am finding it terribly amusing.  And frankly, that's all that really matters here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-blah-blah!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112791119637772450?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112791119637772450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112791119637772450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112791119637772450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112791119637772450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/arrested-development.html' title='Arrested Development'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112773855257963549</id><published>2005-09-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T05:42:32.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..... the Whole World Smiles With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793906/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/43793906_40667fce5d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793906/"&gt;kellysmile&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eh, kind of an obscure post today... I've been meaning to share this pic of Kelly wearing a slightly maniacal grin, so there you go.  Does it make you grin too?  No?  Me niether, it's too damn early in the morning.  But maybe for you, reading this post, it's mid afternoon, you just woke up from a good ten hours of sleep, you've got your OJ and Special K and Kelly is just really making you smile right now.  That's good.  Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  Do I sound kinda grouchy today?  I feel grouchy.  I'm sitting upstairs at Rendez-Vous watching the minutes tick away until class starts and really wishing I had an IV cause the coffee isn't getting into my system fast enough.  I've got two papers due (in one class, what crap) tomorrow, one is done and the other isn't even started.  Looks like it's going to be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not raining.  Just kidding, it's like a torrential downpour out there.  Hurricane Rita in Michigan, even.  Aren't you glad you read Things Loved today?  Rather cheery wasn't it?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112773855257963549?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112773855257963549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112773855257963549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112773855257963549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112773855257963549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/whole-world-smiles-with-you.html' title='..... the Whole World Smiles With You'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112735906178453821</id><published>2005-09-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:17:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Ugliest Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793908/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/43793908_2c70ee7e43_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793908/"&gt;uglydog&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case you can't tell by the lack of posts lately, I am really busy with school.  It's been super tough (much more difficult than I expected) but I am getting used to it.  But I just got my BRAND NEW LAPTOP (if you've seen my old computer- circa 1998- you understand how exited I am) so I will be able to handle the workload a little better and also procrastinate by posting on these silly little blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a totally unrelated matter, I thought I'd show you all this lovely pic in case you'd never seen Sam, the winner of The Worlds Ugliest Dog Contest for the past 3 years.  He is a 14-year-old pedigreed Chinese something or other, and isn't he adorable??  Imagine waking up to him cuddling with you in the morning.  I imagine it would be a serious shock each time.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112735906178453821?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112735906178453821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112735906178453821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112735906178453821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112735906178453821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/worlds-ugliest-dog.html' title='World&apos;s Ugliest Dog'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112692901329290801</id><published>2005-09-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:50:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colleen (and Anna)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793909/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/43793909_30e8d43f7a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793909/"&gt;Colleen KC&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little bit of a joint birthday post on this one, but I don't think the girls will mind.  Let me say right off that this picture is NOT of Colleen and Anna, it's of Colleen and KC (Colleen not to be confused with the oft mentioned Leen, and KC not to be confused with KTC- me).  But I don't have a picture of the two of them together.  Want to see a cute pic of Anna?  Hit the post titled "Girlfriends" in the archives and she's the cutie dressed up as catwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's get into it.  Colleen was the first person that I met when I started working at the Peak, and I'm pretty sure that I was intimidated by her (who am I kidding, I was terrified).  I learned eventually, however, that she has a very dirty sense of humor that could make me laugh on even the worst nights at work.  She would always draw this little character called Boxface on coasters, which I loved because he was quirky/cute, and I always support the frivolous wasting of coasters (5 cents apeice, take that Shelde's).  Colleen is a great friend, she always seems to know what I'm thinking.  She's moving to NYC here pretty soon, and I will miss her dearly (look for a farewell post on Things Hated), but that just means there is one more person who I can visit when I am in the city.  Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Anna... I remember the first day she started work at the Peak.  My friend Mark came up to me with this stricken look on his face and told me a story about some girl he had hooked up with and never called, and now!  Now she was working with us.  I thought it was pretty funny (although I thought he was dumb as hell for not calling her, she's a hottie) and I had no idea that years down the line I would be calling Anna a good friend.  And she is.  She also shares my love for monkeys, and anyone who loves monkeys is just all right with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Ladies.  Love ya!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112692901329290801?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112692901329290801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112692901329290801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112692901329290801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112692901329290801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-colleen-and-anna.html' title='Happy Birthday Colleen (and Anna)!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112688500212795170</id><published>2005-09-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:36:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Hell Out of Dodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793907/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/43793907_19167b4dda_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/43793907/"&gt;study&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To start, let me say that I have used the phrase "I'm getting the hell out of dodge" for years and years, not realizing that I really have no idea what that means.  To me, it means, I'm leaving and you can not come with me, or I'm leaving because I'm sick of you and your shit.  But I just looked it up and it's really a phrase from old Western movies and it originally referred to Dodge City, Kansas.  Apparently when the bad guys were beaten by the good guys, they were commanded to get the hell out of Dodge.  Don't you find that incredibly interesting?  Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm leaving town for the weekend to housesit for my mom, which I think will be a very good thing.  Not only do I get to hang out with Leia the Dog and Dutchess the Cat, but I will also certainly get some studying done so I will be all caught up for next week.  Which means that I can actually start on the mounds of homework that all of this reading is supposed to apply to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some other plans for my mini vacation which include walking around the lake listening to Ben Folds on my iPod, having a drink at the best redneck bar in town, maybe going to see if Hector and Jimmy's still exists, oh, and I was going to catch up on some blog entries... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it remains to be seen exactly how I will fit all of this into the few days (about 2) that I have, but I'm going to try.  I'm actually kind of hoping that the laptop that I have coming in the mail (woo hoo) will not come today before I leave because then all of my plans will fly out the window so that I can tinker with it.  I should really start packing, maybe after I waste a little more time on the internet.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112688500212795170?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112688500212795170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112688500212795170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112688500212795170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112688500212795170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-hell-out-of-dodge.html' title='Getting the Hell Out of Dodge'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112644955793740004</id><published>2005-09-11T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T07:39:17.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/42302941/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/42302941_8d13334caf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/42302941/"&gt;Joker Danjo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This guy (admittedly he doesn't usually look like this, this is a Halloween pic, duh) has been making me extremely happy recently.  His name is Danjo, and he is my one sane roommate (out of two).  He recently underwent foot surgery and was layed up in East Lansing for three months, so I forgot what it was like to have him around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from my dad's last night and the living room carpet had been cleaned.  Let me tell you, that carpet was nasty when we moved in here two years ago, but now it looks almost new.  Better than I have ever seen it or ever even imagined it.  Danjo also cleaned my fishtank (admittedly I have some more work to do on it but it is a pain in the ass and I am lazy) and he found this plaque-like thingy that my dad got me (years ago) that says "Live Well, Laugh Often, Love Much," and hung it in the perfect place above our dining room table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Danjo, I love him so much right now.  I got all veclemped last night when I walked in to see the house in the state that it was.  It's not that I can't do this stuff myself... well, yes, I guess it is.  I'm a slothful, dirty bastard who is lucky to have a wonderful roommate.  If only I could replace the other one (yes Brad, that means you, shape up before I post about you on Things Hated).&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112644955793740004?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112644955793740004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112644955793740004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112644955793740004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112644955793740004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonderful-roommate.html' title='A Wonderful Roommate'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112628488071522670</id><published>2005-09-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:54:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/41741268/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/41741268_3175ba53b0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/41741268/"&gt;lions elictrify&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Real quick today... I just wanted to say that even with all the negativity and bullshit that I've been hearing since some crazy stuff went down in pre-season (my dear, beloved Jeff Garcia with his fractured fibula), I am really looking forward to the first Lions game of the season in just two short days.  Lions football is a crazy passion of mine, and I'm sure that you, my faithful readers, will become extremely tired of my opinionated commentary throughout the season.  Please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters, beware.  Loyalty is a virtue.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112628488071522670?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112628488071522670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112628488071522670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112628488071522670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112628488071522670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunday-sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112612488121711708</id><published>2005-09-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:30:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter:  In School Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/41230275/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/41230275_4f4c9453e0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/41230275/"&gt;chapters&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a year of slogging around town, partying too much and generally wasting my time, I have joined the ranks of the scholarly once again.  Though this time is different in a few significant ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The building that I spend my days in is NOT a million years old, neglected, and far from the University's rehabilitation radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  They tell ME what classes to take.  I was a "comprehensive communications" major in my undergrad.  (Translation:  which theater, radio, or otherwise cushy elective courses would I like to take this semester?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Books!  Books?  Five hundred dollars worth of books!  (See above: theater classes don't require hardcovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ann Arbor:  got to love it.  Not to bash the fine city of Ypsilanti (my previous campus), but this is my home.  And, I look smarter cause I'm one of the only people in my program who doesn't get lost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on.  It is weird being back in school, especially because I never pictured myself at U of M until a few months ago.  And parts of it are going to take some getting used to (a good football team) but I am incredibly contented at the moment to be stepping off the cliff into this new chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don't let me forget about the artwork!  This picture is by Kurt Halsey Frederiksen, one of my new favorite artists.  He's got lots more creative stuff on his website, you should &lt;a href="http://www.kurthalsey.com/work.html"&gt; check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112612488121711708?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112612488121711708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112612488121711708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112612488121711708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112612488121711708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-chapter-in-school-again.html' title='A New Chapter:  In School Again!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112584846722024361</id><published>2005-09-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T08:41:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation and Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/40113442/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/40113442_132a157c73_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/40113442/"&gt;babychonga&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've officially had two days of vacation and I have two days left.  Smack in the middle right now.  Let's reflect, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one... hmm... let me think... well, I guess Thursday night was officially day one, since Leen and I went out pretty early after we were done at school.  We hung out on the patio at Chucks and then went over to the Alley Bar.  I was kinda tired, left early (so 1 am is early to me, so what?  Pre- last call is early) and went to bed.  Friday night was chill, my roommie Danjo finally moved back into town so we hung out here.  Last night... last night was too much.  Party in Ypsi* at Weber's new place (I haven't partied in Ypsi in years so it was some unusual fun) and then I got back here around, I dunno... four in the morning.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vacation so far has also been about sleep!  I got myself used to getting up early for orientation, so I've generally been waking up between 8 and 9 and then fighting with myself to sleep for a few more hours.  Some days it works, and some days it doesn't.  Today:  11:00!  Fabulous sleep in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with my two remaining days of freedom, you ask?  Well, it is Sunday night so I would be willing to bet you could find me at the Heidelburg this evening (although today should be about running errands, come on, you can do it, KTC!).  Tomorrow is Labor Day, and I will be at the lake.  Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do need to give a little shout out here, to my friend Nick Oas from high school.  He had a birthday bash in Ypsi yesterday that I definately should have gone to, but I have social phobias around people I don't know, and especially around people I do know from my hometown.  Not Nick.  But other people.  Well, that is that.  Happy birthday, dude.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112584846722024361?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112584846722024361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112584846722024361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112584846722024361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112584846722024361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/vacation-and-sleep.html' title='Vacation and Sleep'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112516706421957512</id><published>2005-08-27T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:24:24.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night at the Peak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mccord/34637511/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/34637511_c4694e653e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mccord/34637511/"&gt;Grizzly Bear&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mccord/"&gt;Lance McCord&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aaaaahhhh, a sigh of relief.  Last night was my "last night" at Grizzly Peak.  This is not the first time that this has happened, and it may happen again considering that my employment is still not really terminated but I'm not going to pick up any shifts for awhile.  A long while, if I have my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I will always treasure about my time spent at the Peak is the esteemed friends that I have made in the last three years while working there.  They were splendid last night, all out in full effect to celebrate my moving outward and upward.  We went to Old Town after work and then a few dear, sweet comrades came back to my place where we reminisced over old photos and funny stories until all hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this afternoon (actually Jacob woke me up at 10:30, the bastard, then I went back to sleep) with the warm fuzzy feeling of being truly loved.  My friends have a way of doing that to me.  Now I've got to go dye my hair before I get all gushy.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112516706421957512?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112516706421957512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112516706421957512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112516706421957512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112516706421957512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-night-at-peak.html' title='Last Night at the Peak!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112490631615099625</id><published>2005-08-24T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:58:36.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy Ball Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/28841983/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/28841983_ef725e3faa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/28841983/"&gt;more bouncy balls&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/saramorishige/"&gt;sem&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can not even imagine the utter delight that would come from watching 100,000 bouncy balls get dumped onto the hilly streets of San Fransico.  Pure joy, I'm sure.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112490631615099625?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112490631615099625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112490631615099625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112490631615099625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112490631615099625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/bouncy-ball-heaven.html' title='Bouncy Ball Heaven'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112464142642810311</id><published>2005-08-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T09:23:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31770972/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31770972_b360abe632_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31770972/"&gt;KT Colleen&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not going to go off on some sappy tirade right now, I just want to say that it's great to have Leen back in town, it's like she never even left!  I have to say, however, that I am a little nervous to see what happens in the two weeks before we actually have to start school and be responsible (or pretend at least, who am I kidding).  We have the tendancy to cause trouble and I can already see it happening.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112464142642810311?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112464142642810311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112464142642810311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112464142642810311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112464142642810311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/major-deja-vu.html' title='Major Deja Vu'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112447476760630342</id><published>2005-08-19T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:06:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Keri!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/35390874/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos33.flickr.com/35390874_eb31639678_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/35390874/"&gt;keri&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, one of my favorite days of the year, my beloved girlfriend Keri's birthday.  In case anyone is not aware, it is mandatory to wear green on this day (and you get bonus points for accessorizing with pink), oh and of course you must also get drunk.  Unfortunately, Keri has to work this evening so unless a miracle happens (which I certainly am holding out for) our annual fancy dinner will be missed.  However, Leopold's is open until 2 and that is where we will be after the dreadful daily grind is over.  For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say a few words about why I love Keri:  She has a love and tolerance for the human race that I can never quite manage; she is an amazing, truly talented artist that is never compromised and always creative to the max; and she comes over to my house to play board games with me when I am world-weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that sappiness, Keri's really really fun to get drunk with.  Bring it on.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112447476760630342?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112447476760630342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112447476760630342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112447476760630342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112447476760630342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-keri.html' title='Happy Birthday, Keri!!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112431195217255620</id><published>2005-08-17T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:52:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Cart Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/34844889/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/34844889_62ce2171fa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/34844889/"&gt;cart&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I randomly ended up going to the shopping cart races downtown last night, and it was super crazy.  There were considerably more spectators than racing carts this year, but it felt rather powerful to walk down the middle of Main Street with thousands of punks, hippies, and townies; causing all traffic to cease and mostly pissing off everyone not participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked a mile or two to the finish line, where they were shooting off fireworks and generally having a great time, so of course the cops came.  Did I say cops?  I meant to say every single police officer in the Ann Arbor area.  I do love standing around knowing that there isn't jack they can do to me, so we did that for awhile, then headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a pretty surreal experience.  I couldn't help thinking a few times though, "if all of the cops are here, you could get away with anything on the other side of town."  I will certainly have to keep that in mind for next year.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112431195217255620?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112431195217255620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112431195217255620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112431195217255620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112431195217255620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping-cart-races.html' title='Shopping Cart Races'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112423116328708910</id><published>2005-08-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:26:03.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriends Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31768796/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31768796_d1eac4bc7b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31768796/"&gt;Becky Keri Anna&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend from years back mentioned something to me the other day that alluded to an untruth: that I rarely get along with women.  I thought about it and realized that while this had been true in high school and a few years following, it couldn't be farther from the truth at this point in my life.  After I uploaded a bunch of pictures to a "Girlfriends" set on flickr to prove to my friend that he was wrong (he is currently in Arizona and not around to view my social circle), I spent a few days thinking about what allowed this change to come about in my friendship patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the answer is obvious.  I hated most everyone I went to high school with (and, frankly, most people in my home town and surrounding areas), and now I live in an environment where I pick and choose who I hang out with.  This arrangement works much better for me, as I can be rather strict in regards to who I am friends with.  And once someone is my friend (especially a girlfriend), I tend to have an almost undying loyalty to them and theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my truly adored girlfriends at Halloween.  See, Mike?  Girlfriends!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112423116328708910?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112423116328708910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112423116328708910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112423116328708910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112423116328708910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/girlfriends-tribute.html' title='Girlfriends Tribute'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112416302507569126</id><published>2005-08-15T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:30:25.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Reda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/34410501/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34410501_940c8cab8d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/34410501/"&gt;reda&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As has become tradition on Things Loved, I must send all of my dear friends much love and happiness on their birthdays, and because I rarely get to see this esteemed amigo, this birthday wish is especially important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living with Reda for a year, I discovered a friend who could party far harder than me and wake up in the kind of cheery nonchalant mood that I could never truly master.  I've learned a lot from him, which you can surely tell by his impish grin.  So, Happy Birthday Reda, and you can expect me on your couch the next time I visit NYC.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112416302507569126?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112416302507569126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112416302507569126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112416302507569126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112416302507569126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-reda.html' title='Happy Birthday, Reda!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112378776231334970</id><published>2005-08-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:16:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dETROITfUNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/33205609/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/33205609_405c5041d5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/33205609/"&gt;Detroit!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love Detroit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I stumbled upon a great website called dETROITfUNK, which features some amazing pictures of the city.  Some of the pictures are so beautiful, showing the intricate details that are so often missed, while others sadly show the unfortunate deterioration of the once handsome metropolis.  Other pictures are just straight hilarious, I think I laughed for a good five minutes while reading today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just must check it out, there is a link to your right under Links (duh).  I've added a few more sweet sites as well.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112378776231334970?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112378776231334970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112378776231334970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112378776231334970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112378776231334970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/detroitfunk.html' title='dETROITfUNK'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112363233837357533</id><published>2005-08-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:05:38.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/32307998/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32307998_d522e56f89_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/32307998/"&gt;Piggy Ride&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, it's the roommies birthday!  We actually celebrated last night with a Mexican feast at The Prickly Pear and then free beers at the UA pipefitters festival downtown.  What fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome picture of Brad and Smita, is it not?  There's an equally funny one on Things Hated, just for fun.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112363233837357533?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112363233837357533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112363233837357533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112363233837357533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112363233837357533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-brad.html' title='Happy Birthday Brad!!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112316891325854773</id><published>2005-08-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:21:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31191680/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31191680_1b8057f952_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31191680/"&gt;comfort&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My bed is TOO cozy.  Even in the summer I've got sheets, three comforters, a blanket, two large and two small pillows all creating total comfort on a massive (biggest I've ever had, so be quiet) queen sized.  &lt;br /&gt;It is so comfortable, in fact, that I am going to procrastinate on all of the things I must do today, and get back in there.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112316891325854773?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112316891325854773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112316891325854773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112316891325854773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112316891325854773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-bed.html' title='My Bed'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112316825081459396</id><published>2005-08-04T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:10:50.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Vs. Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31191679/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31191679_3a37554a2f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/31191679/"&gt;bearvsshark2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The link to this band's website has been under links on this page for awhile, I don't know if anyone has checked it out, but you should!  I went to high school with a few of these boys (although we didn't meet until a few years later) and they are all great guys, plus talented to the max!  Anyway, they have been touring a lot recently (my best friend in Kentucky saw them the other day) and right now they are featured on PETA's website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, imagine my surprise when I am reading my weekly PETA newsletter (insert tree hugging hippie joke here) and I see the article &lt;a href="http://www.peta2.com/outthere/o-bvs.asp?int=peta2_enews"&gt; Guess Which Band Wouldn't Eat a Bear or a Shark?&lt;/a&gt;  Bear Vs. Shark up in my email inbox!  That's hot!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112316825081459396?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112316825081459396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112316825081459396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112316825081459396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112316825081459396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/bear-vs-shark.html' title='Bear Vs. Shark'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112300077946719187</id><published>2005-08-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:39:39.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dinner Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/30528238/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30528238_8a9839838a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/30528238/"&gt;yumcrab&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been craving shellfish, mainly crabs legs, for oh, about a year now.  I FINALLY got out to Red Lobster last night and ate a pound of them!  I was so full, I came home and pretty much fell right asleep.  It was an incredible food coma, and I'm glad I was a part of it.  But now, I must go for a bike ride.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112300077946719187?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112300077946719187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112300077946719187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112300077946719187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112300077946719187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-dinner-ever.html' title='Best Dinner Ever'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112291002829265954</id><published>2005-08-01T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:27:08.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/30311617/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30311617_bdd76ad0f5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/30311617/"&gt;heidelberg&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow... I love the Heidelberg on Sunday nights!  I don't understand why sometimes I don't go, or I wrestle with myself, "Should I go or just stay in tonight?"  Even though I have Mondays off.  BUT, I made it last night, and it was awesome!  The combination of Billy behind the bar (really excellent drinks and no REAL last call), some sweet people, and oh yeah, service appreciation night so it's cheap!  Highlights of last night:  Gabe and his new live in girlfriend Jess pulling pranks on Ian and pissing off some hostess's boyfriend by trying to take her home for a threesome.  And also, I stole my new bestest friend, David, away from all the freaking stupid little girls that host at the GP and we talked for, oh, I don't know, TWO HOURS!  I woke up this morning, all, "I love David!"  Alas, he plays for the other team.  A girl can dream though!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112291002829265954?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112291002829265954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112291002829265954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112291002829265954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112291002829265954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/too-much-fun.html' title='Too Much Fun'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112265439053525503</id><published>2005-07-29T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:26:30.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/29326656/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/29326656_ed6a54916d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/29326656/"&gt;monkeycondoms&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't remember where in the world wide web it was that I found this gem... but I was going through my collection of weird monkey pictures and found it.  Thought I'd share it with you all; be sure to notice the strange, strange expression on the monkey's face.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112265439053525503?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112265439053525503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112265439053525503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112265439053525503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112265439053525503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112259075978119085</id><published>2005-07-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:45:59.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/29326658/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29326658_596fc63de9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/29326658/"&gt;sucks&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been meaning to order some of these for awhile now... imagine the hilarious possibilities!  Be sure to check out the other funny pictures on the website &lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~mullkoff/sucks.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112259075978119085?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112259075978119085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112259075978119085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112259075978119085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112259075978119085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/sucks-stickers.html' title='Sucks Stickers'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112250181272483939</id><published>2005-07-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T15:03:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of Some Foriegn Flair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/27842280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/27842280_a8454b6566_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/27842280/"&gt;stbasils&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling sick of the USA today.  My dad just got back from Berlin and as he was recounting his travels to me, I was reminded that it has been 8 long years since I have been out of the country (not including Canada because Canada does not count).  I spent some time as an exchange student in high school in a little town called Tarasovka, right outside of Moscow, Russia.  I also spent a good amount of time in St. Petersburg.  I was looking through my photos last night and found picture after picture of St. Basil's Cathedral and I remember how powerful of an experience it was to walk into Red Square and see this amazing structure, like nothing I had ever seen before.  I am craving that experience again.  Not that I can afford it, but I am thinking of all the places I would like to go.  Right now Ireland seems to be the front runner.  Although Amsterdam has always had that, ahem, certain appeal.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112250181272483939?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112250181272483939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112250181272483939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112250181272483939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112250181272483939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-need-of-some-foriegn-flair.html' title='In Need of Some Foriegn Flair'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112240686999979962</id><published>2005-07-26T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:41:10.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Black Mollies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/28657282/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/28657282_9273337004_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/28657282/"&gt;blackmolly&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All right, I let the fish tank sit for a few days and now I am "cycling" it with some cute black mollies.  They are tiny in comparison to the tank, but they swim around like mad and they seem to like the new decorations I got for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been testing the waters and researching different kinds of aquariums and fish and all that, in the hopes that I might actually keep some of them alive this time.  If all goes well, I'll get some more fish in a week or two.  If they live, I might even trust myself with a hamster.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112240686999979962?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112240686999979962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112240686999979962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112240686999979962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112240686999979962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome-black-mollies.html' title='Welcome, Black Mollies!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112240607143346905</id><published>2005-07-26T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:27:51.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Post Art Fair Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/28656391/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28656391_96af2b812e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/28656391/"&gt;hoes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's bound to happen once a year, and I haven't missed one yet... the Charley's after art fair party.  This one was pretty good... mostly good because of the hilarious pimps and hos wandering about the upstairs of Chucks.  The night turned into a drunken mess: I saw girls falling off of their chairs, guys trying to hump anything that moved on the dance floor, and *gasp* an almost fight between two of my friends.  Terrible.  But I guess I must have been enjoying myself a little bit, since I stayed out until SIX IN THE MORNING!  I haven't done that since I was a member of the Charley's crew myself.  Jeez, I must have been feeling youthful that night or something.  I have some more great pictures from this party (thanks lisaural) so stay tuned for more pimps and hos coming your way!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112240607143346905?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112240607143346905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112240607143346905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112240607143346905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112240607143346905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/annual-post-art-fair-party.html' title='Annual Post Art Fair Party'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112207725051058580</id><published>2005-07-22T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:22:18.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Arbor Art Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/27842277/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/27842277_5682256ba5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/27842277/"&gt;artfair&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can hardly believe that I am categorizing the Art Fair under Things Loved, but for the first time in my life, I really do like it.  This is the first year in SIX LONG YEARS that I am not waiting tables smack in the middle of the chaos downtown.  I got to walk around with my mom today and saw some pretty cool stuff, as well as a lot of crap (i.e. art on a stick).  Oh and I got REALLY sun burned.  But it was great exercise and you can not beat the people watching.  My favorite part?  The Acme garage sale of course!  I found a great italian tin recipe box that matches others that I bought years ago.  Score!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112207725051058580?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112207725051058580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112207725051058580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112207725051058580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112207725051058580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/ann-arbor-art-fair.html' title='Ann Arbor Art Fair'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112174020478856658</id><published>2005-07-18T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:30:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Detroit News/John T. Greilick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/26993747/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/26993747_35608acf16_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/26993747/"&gt;The Detroit News/John T. Greilick&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey there I am!  I mentioned earlier that I got interviewed by The Detroit News when I went horseback riding, and you can read the story &lt;a href="http://www.detnews.com/2005/events/0507/18/E01-250711.htm"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fan of the picture cause my mom made me wear a helmet (yes I am 24 years old) and it was falling off my head the whole time.  Also this was right before I was able to tone down my shocking bleach blonde hair.  But it's kinda cool to be in the paper, anyway.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112174020478856658?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112174020478856658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112174020478856658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112174020478856658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112174020478856658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/detroit-newsjohn-t-greilick.html' title='The Detroit News/John T. Greilick'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112162638588936273</id><published>2005-07-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:53:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home, Leen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/26592507/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/26592507_3d789c932d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/26592507/"&gt;Leen&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so happy right now I could cry, this girl is coming home to Michigan!!  This return trip obviously has nothing to do with her getting into U of M Law School (congrats, babe) and everything to do with the fact that being away from me for a year has been devastating.  I have a friend in grad school with me now, which is thrilling, especially since the law quad and social work school are right next to each other.  Here is the real challenge: Learn to study together a little more and drink together a little less.  Hmm.  We'll see how that one goes.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112162638588936273?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112162638588936273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112162638588936273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112162638588936273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112162638588936273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome-home-leen.html' title='Welcome Home, Leen!!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112146827607866185</id><published>2005-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:57:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horseback Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/26205030/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/26205030_ca12bcbafb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/26205030/"&gt;riding&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to have my own horses and I didn't get out to ride them nearly enough.  I've only got one now and she is not trained and also a total bitch.  So yesterday my mom and I went to a state park to go on a trail ride.  It was really fun and definately made me want to get some more horses to ride.  I've been looking online all day, like I have the money to buy a horse.  Hey but my dad does, add that to the Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, highlights of horseback riding included being interviewed by the Detroit News (look for me in Monday's edition), a crazy man on one of those three wheeled lie down bike things that scared the horses, and oh yeah, my mother and I got into a huge fight.  What a lovely day.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112146827607866185?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112146827607866185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112146827607866185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112146827607866185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112146827607866185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/horseback-riding.html' title='Horseback Riding'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112131954774698531</id><published>2005-07-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:39:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds Speaks My Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/25842569/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25842569_8bf521c9f7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/25842569/"&gt;Mr. Ben&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've posted about Ben Folds before... and I don't expect that this will be the last post on the subject.  I go through periods of my life where I need to listen to his music and when I do, Ben preaches to me in ways that I never expect.  Hence my undying love for his beautiful piano licks and life applicable lyrics.  Recently, two songs off of (his latest album) Songs for Silverman have been really great for me.  In "Sentimental Guy," Ben sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things you said or did&lt;br /&gt;Are part of me&lt;br /&gt;Come out from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Though probably no one I know now&lt;br /&gt;Would notice&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought so much could change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the truth?  I catch myself saying things that friends and I said regularly years ago, and I think, no one here knows exactly what I'm talking about.  For example, I've been saying, "Yawn, figure it out" recently, which is a saying that originated many many years ago.  There are quite a few other examples of this, and I'm sure everyone else has experienced the same thing.  The other song off of that album I'm loving is called "Time," in which Ben sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in time I will fade away&lt;br /&gt;In time I won't hear what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;In time&lt;br /&gt;But time takes time you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that in awhile things that matter today won't matter anymore, but exactly, "Time takes time, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love Ben Folds.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112131954774698531?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112131954774698531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112131954774698531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112131954774698531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112131954774698531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/ben-folds-speaks-my-language.html' title='Ben Folds Speaks My Language'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112127263606662339</id><published>2005-07-13T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:37:16.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Have a Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hage/23706062/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos18.flickr.com/23706062_8f868ba86c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hage/23706062/"&gt;DSC_5422&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hage/"&gt;Shingo Okamoto&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I may be addicted to ramen noodles.  I like to eat them for lunch every day (lime shrimp flavor, add soy sauce, diced tomatoes, crushed red pepper, and some garlic salt if I'm feeling saucy), and if I don't have any in the house I tend to get cranky.  I guess it's a good thing cause they are cheap as heck but I'm not sure that they are very good for me.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112127263606662339?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112127263606662339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112127263606662339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112127263606662339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112127263606662339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-i-have-problem.html' title='I Think I Have a Problem'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112118611501238616</id><published>2005-07-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:35:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My puppy, Leia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22889133/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/22889133_cdbc8a8411_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22889133/"&gt;Leia&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awwww.....&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute!  I got Leia when I was a junior in high school, and had planned to finish college and take her back from my mother.  Well, that never happened because I really don't have time for a dog at the moment, and besides, my mom is totally attached and that would be rather rude at this point.  Not that she would even ever consider letting me get away with it.  &lt;br /&gt;But I do love going to visit my sweet puppy Leia.  Be around her for two minutes and try not to fall in love.  Impossible.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112118611501238616?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112118611501238616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112118611501238616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112118611501238616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112118611501238616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-puppy-leia.html' title='My puppy, Leia'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112112274939723993</id><published>2005-07-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:59:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance, Purple Saturn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/25302158/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25302158_abeb092237_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/25302158/"&gt;sunfire&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woo Hoo!!  After years of sitting in my father's garage, my Sunfire has finally been repaired and returned to my loving care.  Well, it wasn't always loving care but you can bet from now on it will be.  It is an incredible relief to be driving a car that runs well and doesn't scare the passengers.  I find my Sunfire so gorgeous that I just want to go outside and stare at it.  I think I will.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112112274939723993?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112112274939723993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112112274939723993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112112274939723993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112112274939723993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-riddance-purple-saturn.html' title='Good Riddance, Purple Saturn!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112077782078869971</id><published>2005-07-07T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:10:22.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>String Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22934930/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos18.flickr.com/22934930_1141460eba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22934930/"&gt;stringcheese&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mmm, I love string cheese, I have since I was a kid.  I was eating some the other day when my roommate looked at me all confused-like.  He asked me what I was doing, I said, eatin' some damn good string cheese.  He said, What's string cheese?  WHAT'S STRING CHEESE?!?!?  I thought my childhood was rough, but damn, when you grow up not even knowing what string cheese is, that is true deprivation.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112077782078869971?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112077782078869971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112077782078869971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112077782078869971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112077782078869971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/string-cheese.html' title='String Cheese'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112067332850091017</id><published>2005-07-06T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:08:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Get a Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/23940356/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos18.flickr.com/23940356_5b485c99de_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/23940356/"&gt;humekaboom&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really don't think it's necessary to say much about this picture.  Except that it's hilarious.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112067332850091017?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112067332850091017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112067332850091017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112067332850091017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112067332850091017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/someone-get-match.html' title='Someone Get a Match'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112067232856936209</id><published>2005-07-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:53:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/23940357/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos18.flickr.com/23940357_182d7cc0e1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/23940357/"&gt;kaboom&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, this weekend was crazy for many reasons, and in actuality it doesn't really seem like it's over yet.  &lt;br /&gt;It all started on Friday night when these lovely fireworks from Ohio brightened my evening.  I love things that light on fire and blow up, especially in mass quantity.  Only a few were lit off that night, but it definately made me happy.  The next day I went into work at 4, to find that there was no one to work the midnight shift, so I stayed until 8 in the morning.  That was EXHAUSTING.  But I got to catch up on my sleep on the 4th, when I made my world famous potato salad, drove out to my moms, ate some food, and promptly fell asleep for a good three hours.  Then I left, plently of leftovers in hand.  Thanks mom!  Ah, but the holiday weekend IS over, what a shame.  Luckily I've got some good pictures, expect more to come.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112067232856936209?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112067232856936209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112067232856936209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112067232856936209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112067232856936209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend...'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112033220764358692</id><published>2005-07-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:23:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Might Be Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22934929/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos18.flickr.com/22934929_c471cc7267_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22934929/"&gt;flood&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh man, I can't stop listening to this album recently.  I loved Flood in high school but I rediscovered it the other day and it's been playing pretty constantly since.  How can you not love such classic songs as "Birdhouse in Your Soul," "We Want a Rock," or "Your Racist Friend"?  I'm enamored.  I may also be driving those people around me absolutely crazy with my repeated use of the "back" button on my iPod.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112033220764358692?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112033220764358692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112033220764358692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112033220764358692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112033220764358692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/07/they-might-be-giants.html' title='They Might Be Giants'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-112005910554322876</id><published>2005-06-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T08:31:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22384590/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/22384590_3ce6036793_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/22384590/"&gt;umssw&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well here it is, the University of Michigan School of Social Work that I will be attending in the fall.  I sent them my $200 admission fee yesterday so it's pretty official.  I also found out that I won't be getting nearly enough financial aid to survive, since this school is obscenely expensive.  I'm kinda freaking out about it but my mother assures me that everything will be okay.  I am not entirely looking forward to 16 months of being completely broke, but hopefully it will be worth it.  And, coming from two parents who attended Michigan State, it's still pretty hard for me to say things like, "Go Blue" or "Hail to the Victors."  I'm sure it will come with time but as it is, I'm selling my football tickets.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-112005910554322876?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112005910554322876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=112005910554322876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112005910554322876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/112005910554322876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/go-blue.html' title='Go Blue?'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111997428405604710</id><published>2005-06-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:58:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Old Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/21493180/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/21493180_d9fe0e37ab_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/21493180/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last few days have been pretty cool... Smita has been staying at my place and I've been going out on the town, and for a minute I felt like I was twenty again, chilling with the old Charley's crew.  Among my favorites is this handsome fellow, isn't he adorable?  What a great picture.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111997428405604710?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111997428405604710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111997428405604710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111997428405604710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111997428405604710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-old-times.html' title='Like Old Times'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111997407983525764</id><published>2005-06-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:54:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20926274/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20926274_79ec9796ff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20926274/"&gt;daria&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time, Daria was my favorite TV show.  They played it all the time on MTV, and I would watch it over and over again, no matter how many times I'd seen an episode.  The other day I stumbled across a Daria video at the library.  Like finding gold!  Here's the weird part: No one but me seems to have liked or even watched this show when it was on.  Am I the only Daria fan out there?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111997407983525764?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111997407983525764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111997407983525764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111997407983525764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111997407983525764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/daria.html' title='Daria'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111948618443448877</id><published>2005-06-22T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:23:04.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>408 Jello Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20926272/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20926272_295b068cbe_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20926272/"&gt;408 jello shots&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Leen and Nate made these FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHT jello shots for Leen's going away party in a matter of a few short hours.  They really are extremely talented and experienced jello shot makers.  I aspire to be just as good some day, but at the moment, I am not even close.  So, as promised, this is how Leen ended up in the driveway.  And I was not so sober afterwards either.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111948618443448877?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111948618443448877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111948618443448877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111948618443448877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111948618443448877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/408-jello-shots.html' title='408 Jello Shots'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111947303792447350</id><published>2005-06-22T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:43:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driveway Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20926273/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20926273_fb69457b1a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20926273/"&gt;driveway nap&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture was taken at Leen's goodbye party (she's on the right) at around 8am.  When I first saw this, I thought it was one of those funny staged photos that drunk people take now and then, but after hearing the whole story, I am assured that it is 100% authentic.  Leen and Matt did fall asleep in his driveway after a night of heavy drinking.  Stay tuned for a funny picture of what put them there.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111947303792447350?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111947303792447350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111947303792447350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111947303792447350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111947303792447350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/driveway-nap.html' title='Driveway Nap'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111913800546734176</id><published>2005-06-18T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:40:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20116059/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20116059_a82a8ec879_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20116059/"&gt;secret&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who have been following the past 2 days of drama, (as in: will I go to EMU or U of M; will I keep working at HelpSource or not; will I complete school in 16 months, 20 months, or 4 years; etc...) well, I think I know what I am going to do.  But I need to think about it for a little while longer before making an announcement.  So for now, it's a secret!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111913800546734176?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111913800546734176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111913800546734176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111913800546734176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111913800546734176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-i-know.html' title='I Think I Know...'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111911652761239701</id><published>2005-06-18T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:42:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20073716/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/20073716_f929289c54_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/20073716/"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this movie last night and I have to say that it is by far my favorite flick so far this year.  Gunfights, car chases, and intellegent comic relief from the great Vince Vaughn, PLUS Brad Pitt's best performance since Fight Club, and Angelina Jolie's most provocative since Original Sin (haven't seen that one?  Rent it!)... all of this equals a film that was right up my alley. Check it out, my rating: A+&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111911652761239701?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111911652761239701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111911652761239701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111911652761239701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111911652761239701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-and-mrs-smith.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Smith'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111903935647368150</id><published>2005-06-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:15:56.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains, it Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/19929235/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/19929235_6fd33b3f4a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/19929235/"&gt;umseal&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah.  Wow.  20 minutes after I found out I got into EMU, I got an email from the University of Michigan accepting me into the School of Social Work.  Now my heart and gut are all confused.  I am THRILLED that I got into both of the schools I applied to.  But now what do I do?  I have to admit, going to U of M is quite appealing, if only for the prestigious name and reputation.  Is that enough reason to attend a university?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111903935647368150?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111903935647368150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111903935647368150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111903935647368150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111903935647368150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains, it Pours'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111903712249799177</id><published>2005-06-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:38:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad School Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/19923880/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/19923880_322458d476_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/19923880/"&gt;EMU seal&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom just called to tell me the good news:  I got into the School of Social Work at Eastern!  Hooray!  After being wait-listed at the University of Michigan and not hearing anything for what seemed like forever from EMU, I was feeling really discouraged, like I was going no where and doing nothing.  Now, I feel as though a whole other chapter of my life is ready to be written.  To answer the question, "What will you do if you get into U of M?"  I really feel as though my gut, heart, and all that is telling me to go back to EMU, the campus that I grew to love in my undergrad, because I feel that their program is more appropriate for my needs.  Oh yeah, and it's a whole hell of a lot cheaper.  And as for those lazy days in bed watching tv that I was looking forward to?  Time to put that off for a few more years; working two jobs and going to school is going to be rough.  I can do it though, right now I'm feeling like I could do anything.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111903712249799177?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111903712249799177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111903712249799177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111903712249799177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111903712249799177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/grad-school-here-i-come.html' title='Grad School Here I Come!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111895187560071493</id><published>2005-06-16T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:59:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/16694856/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/16694856_f797cf682c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/16694856/"&gt;chongaremote&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't you just love those days when you can just lie in bed and watch tv?  I think I do... I can't quite remember.  My next day off is two weeks away.  This post should perhaps be on &lt;a href="http://thingshated.blogspot.com"&gt;Things Hated&lt;/a&gt;, titled "I Work Too Damn Much," but I was trying to be positive.  Tried, failed, oh well.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111895187560071493?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111895187560071493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111895187560071493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111895187560071493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111895187560071493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-to-relax.html' title='A Day to Relax'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111886278967982271</id><published>2005-06-15T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:13:09.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montel Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65991594@N00/3077806/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3077806_1b2b218022_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65991594@N00/3077806/"&gt;montel&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/65991594@N00/"&gt;designer25&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a crazy obsession with The Montel Williams show.  I think mostly because I like how he finds people who need help and he helps them, rather than just airing their problems on national TV and walking away.  My only issue with the show: It's on at 3, and I often work at 4 so I miss the last half.  How come it can't be one hour earlier?  Is that too much to ask?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111886278967982271?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111886278967982271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111886278967982271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111886278967982271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111886278967982271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/montel-williams.html' title='Montel Williams'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111833689836003904</id><published>2005-06-09T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:08:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna Boyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/17607737/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17607737_87a9464937_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/17607737/"&gt;jenna&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past weekend, the teenage girls I work with really wanted to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants... hmm.  I took them, but I wasn't entirely happy about it, considering The Longest Yard had just opened as well and I am a much bigger fan of stupid comedy than sappy chick flicks.  Imagine my delight and surprise when I find that one of my favorite little actresses is in the flick.  Jenna Boyd, from such classics as Dicky Roberts: Former Child Star and The Missing (okay, so I haven't seen The Missing yet but Dickie Roberts, come on, I own it).  So Traveling Pants ended up being decent, anyway.  Maybe it would have been a little better if David Spade was in it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111833689836003904?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111833689836003904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111833689836003904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111833689836003904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111833689836003904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/jenna-boyd.html' title='Jenna Boyd'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111833509256476766</id><published>2005-06-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:38:12.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alaina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/18372080/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/18372080_efdcf9ee98_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/18372080/"&gt;Mermaid Alaina&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, actually, her birthday was yesterday, but I think she'll forgive me for being a day late.  This little firecracker is a JOY to be around, if you can handle her slightly (slightly?) perverse sense of humor.  She was great at my Halloween party this past year as a lovely mermaid, how creative!  And, her birthday party this Sunday should be a rockin' good time with some crazy crazy sangria all over the place.  I can't wait.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111833509256476766?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111833509256476766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111833509256476766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111833509256476766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111833509256476766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-alaina.html' title='Happy Birthday Alaina!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111818570905152739</id><published>2005-06-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:08:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT'S What I'm Talking About!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/18074479/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/18074479_c1236270d0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/18074479/"&gt;pistons&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a game last night.  I was standing there at the GP in front of the tv for the fourth quarter (work, what work?) and it was all I could do to not bite my fingernails right off.  Again, what a game.  I felt so massively relieved when the Pistons finally won, it was like a load of bricks off my shoulders.  I felt as if a close friend or family member had made some great accomplishment.  I could be getting too attached.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111818570905152739?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111818570905152739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111818570905152739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111818570905152739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111818570905152739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-thats-what-im-talking-about.html' title='Now THAT&apos;S What I&apos;m Talking About!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111792125663631393</id><published>2005-06-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:07:09.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kelly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/17449410/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17449410_746d46904d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/17449410/"&gt;Kelly and Evan&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a good friend's birthday; unfortunately I am at work and not celebrating with her, but I did get to see her last night.  She was looking lovely in all her 10 minutes of birthday glory.  I used to see Kelly all the time when we worked together, but now we have both moved on from the restaurant industry (thank GOD) and seeing her is a real treat.  I love this cute picture of her and her husband, Evan, on their wedding day.  How cute.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111792125663631393?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111792125663631393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111792125663631393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111792125663631393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111792125663631393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-kelly.html' title='Happy Birthday Kelly!!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111756389367926533</id><published>2005-05-31T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:24:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/16694855/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/16694855_a04d812869_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/16694855/"&gt;potatosalad&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A day late but still relevant, as I am attending an "Annual Day After Memorial Day Observed" party this evening which should be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was filled with excitement as well, with a picnic in the morning (I made the best potato salad EVER) and an outing on my roomies dad's new speedboat later in the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;At a few points yesterday I contemplated the relevence of Memorial Day and decided that it is a little more about food and beer than remembering anything.  Which is slightly sad.&lt;br /&gt;But I do like food and beer.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111756389367926533?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111756389367926533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111756389367926533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111756389367926533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111756389367926533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111681612281026579</id><published>2005-05-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:42:02.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Binge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/15188056/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15188056_2fe556b30f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/15188056/"&gt;hillz&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw ten movies this week.  I am a self proclaimed movie buff, but ten in a week is extensive even for me.  Some were good, some decent, and some I was forced to watch with the teenage girls that I work with.  The reviews are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;*Birth (2004): This story could have and should have been told in 30 minutes or less.  Fave actor: Peter Stormare (Clifford). D-&lt;br /&gt;*Leminy Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004).  Loved the dreary scenery.  Fave actor: Emily Browning (Violet Baudelaire). B+&lt;br /&gt;*House of Wax (2005).  Watch Paris get killed.  Fave actor (tie): Paris Hilton (Paige) and Chad Michael Murray (Nick). B-&lt;br /&gt;*Monster (2003).  Okay, I'd seen it before but I still love it.  Fave actor: Christina Ricci (Selby).  A&lt;br /&gt;*Crash (2005).  Racial undertones and sincere drama make it a must see.  Fave actor (tie): Ryan Phillipe (Officer Hanson) and Chris "Ludacris" Bridges (Anthony). A-&lt;br /&gt;*Kinsey (2004).  Even non-psych students will enjoy. Fave actor: Peter Sarsgaard (Clyde). B+&lt;br /&gt;*The Hillz (2004).  Whoa, can you say "no budget"?  Fave actor: Paris, of course ;)  C-&lt;br /&gt;*Star Wars Episode III- Revenge of the Sith (2005).  Great except for the sappy love parts. Fave actor: Frank Oz (Yoda).  A-&lt;br /&gt;*Monster In Law (2005).  Someone please make JLo stop making movies!  Fave actor (and ONLY redeeming quality): Wanda Sykes. D+&lt;br /&gt;*The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004).  Bill Murray and Willem Defoe in one hilarious movie?  Sign me up! Fave Actor: Willem Defoe. A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've typed all this up, I realize that it is probable that no one really cares.  But you are the one reading my blog, aren't you?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111681612281026579?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111681612281026579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111681612281026579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111681612281026579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111681612281026579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-binge.html' title='Movie Binge'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111678850496760105</id><published>2005-05-22T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:01:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Lisaural!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/14657487/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/14657487_1e67503ca0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/14657487/"&gt;lisaural&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the birthday of one of my most admired friends, Lisaural.  I heard she had a rock and rollin good time for her birthday celebration last night, and I hope it was delightful.  Happy Birthday, babe, I love you!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111678850496760105?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111678850496760105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111678850496760105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111678850496760105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111678850496760105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-lisaural.html' title='Happy Birthday, Lisaural!!'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111668894768951478</id><published>2005-05-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:22:27.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoff Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/13306627/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13306627_50c3d0b606_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/13306627/"&gt;palace&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we go, getting down to the nitty gritty... man I love playoff basketball, and I love it even more that it looks like my beloved Pistons are going to kill everyone again this year.  GO PISTONS!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111668894768951478?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111668894768951478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111668894768951478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111668894768951478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111668894768951478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/playoff-basketball_21.html' title='Playoff Basketball'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111575064224549181</id><published>2005-05-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:44:02.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Surrogate Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/12046433/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/12046433_374c54d4a8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/12046433/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As stated many times before, I love animals.  My favorites: monkeys, cats, and dogs.  I have my kitty Chonga, but I really miss having a dog in my life.  Although I would love to adopt a puppy, I can't have one at my place.  A friend of mine is nice enough to allow me to borrow this cute and sweet bundle of joy, Kelly.  Today we went for a walk in the woods and then I brought her to meet Chonga.  It went pretty well, and I think she will be able to cope with a dog when that time comes.  But ultimately, she really has no choice.  There are dogs in my future.  For now, Kelly will do.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111575064224549181?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111575064224549181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111575064224549181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111575064224549181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111575064224549181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-surrogate-puppy.html' title='My Surrogate Puppy'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111567313813985269</id><published>2005-05-09T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:12:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin the Chronically Depressed Android</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/13160627/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13160627_afafd4ddcb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/13160627/"&gt;marvin&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just got home from watching The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, which I thoroughly enjoyed.  I especially loved Marvin, isn't he cute?  I wish I had one... even with the depression, who could resist that face?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111567313813985269?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111567313813985269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111567313813985269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111567313813985269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111567313813985269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/marvin-chronically-depressed-android.html' title='Marvin the Chronically Depressed Android'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111531562312119460</id><published>2005-05-05T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:53:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/12506425/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/12506425_7d7ae058ab_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/12506425/"&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sitting here, trying to figure out exactly how to express how much Ben and his music have affected my life over the past ten years, and the magnitude of it is overwhelming.  From the moment I heard 'Kate' off of some random mixed tape that a friend had my freshman year of high school, my life was changed forever.  I was then destined to follow and care for this man's career.  At the time, he was in Ben Folds Five, a band which included the very talented Darren Jesse and Robert Sledge.  I learned every word of every song and went to see every show that I could.  And then they released The Unauthorized Biography of Rienhold Messner and the melancholy of the music made it obvious that I was looking at the end of an era.  Ben decided to move to Australia and pursue a solo career.  After a small grudge, I was right back in the swing of things, downloading every bootleg I could find just to hear the piano played in Ben's way- a rock sound that I have never heard duplicated.  The stories in his songs inspire, comfort, and challenge me in a way that I have never known any other music to do.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than drone on and on about Ben for hours, which I could do, I will just say this:  I had the distinct privilege of being ALMOST front row at his show last night.  I am still beaming.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Ben.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111531562312119460?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111531562312119460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111531562312119460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111531562312119460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111531562312119460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/ben-folds.html' title='Ben Folds'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11913137.post-111508117568374518</id><published>2005-05-02T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:56:18.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/12046432/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/12046432_a96fe13c5e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81393376@N00/12046432/"&gt;Baby Bunny&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81393376@N00/"&gt;primalktc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My boyfriend and I were leaving my mother's condo complex when I noticed a tiny furball hopping/stumbling across the street.  I of course insisted on getting out of the car to see if this tiny little baby bunny was okay.  He was drenched, covered in bugs, very confused and scared.  After looking all over for a mother, nest, siblings, anything... and finding nothing, we located an emergency animal rescue nearby and drove the little guy there.  &lt;br /&gt;When we first got there, we handed him over and were given a form to fill out.  It said something like PERMISSION FOR EUTHANIZATION on the top of it.  I started freaking out a little bit, as my intentions had been to give him a second chance and not a death sentence (although more humane than what he probably would have gone through out in the cold).  When the worker came back out to us, we expressed our concerns and she realized that she had given us the wrong form.  She replaced the death form with one that said something like WILD ANIMAL RESCUE at the top, which I thought was much better.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute?  I hope he's okay.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11913137-111508117568374518?l=thingsloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/feeds/111508117568374518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11913137&amp;postID=111508117568374518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111508117568374518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11913137/posts/default/111508117568374518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsloved.blogspot.com/2005/05/bunny-rescue.html' title='Bunny Rescue'/><author><name>KTC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878750963750983246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2v7C8XTtZwo/S99PdbqJrWI/AAAAAAAAALs/TzCvwX8pO0Y/S220/ktc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
