tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13995235953770413532024-03-18T21:18:07.206-07:00Confessions of a BlogstalkerKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-50695930218743895222013-02-21T14:50:00.000-08:002013-02-21T14:50:03.914-08:00Mumford and SonsA few days ago while in the car I started singing along with Mumford and Sons on the radio. My daughter piped up saying that she didn't think Mumford and Sons had a girl singer. I don't know which thing I was most proud of:<br />
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a) That my 7 year old could could instantly recognized the Mumford and Sons music,<br />
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b) That she knew Mumford and Sons did not have a girl singer, or<br />
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c) That my voice was so *awesome* that my daughter couldn't distinguish it from the radio.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-45536662831051642882012-05-07T17:28:00.001-07:002012-05-07T17:28:51.252-07:00You know.....againYou know it's good when even after you yelled at them to hurry up all morning, they tell you how much they love and miss you when you drop them off at school.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-89974233102171090002012-05-05T14:16:00.001-07:002012-05-07T17:24:50.238-07:00You know...You know it's bad when the hair sticks through the tights you wore to disguise said hair.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-91816746580209319232010-05-22T11:36:00.000-07:002010-05-22T11:39:03.389-07:00Morning ConversationDaughter: Hey Dad are you getting up?<br /><br />Husband: In a minute sweetie...<br /><br />(a few moments later)<br /><br />Daughter: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ugghh</span>. Grown up minutes take forever!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-35809569659095320782010-03-20T19:55:00.000-07:002010-03-20T19:56:50.453-07:00Confession #7 (aka glad to be a mom)Today I sneezed and it made me pee myself just a little.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-1192034306354584862010-02-05T10:52:00.000-08:002010-02-05T11:16:06.137-08:00Rock Star (revisited)My four year old informed me that rock stars don't need sippy cups. And that she was a rock star.<br /><div></div><br /><div>She then took the proffered sippy cup and contemplatively told me, "I guess at least one rock star drinks a sippy!" and went happily on her way. Gotta love my rock star!</div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434839927956984754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhml2geI0rxpWOAQdTAOZubbVKI3ZYzL20XTUdXKeM7ScsM1j9F5zn8Mo7YC4cjwcFS4CxOEmlzLBXV0kYO8M9O1a3aO23743-MZzoJUS3BSXqNzi5Cb85JfwNul_mFJuL_esXrDbSJ8fE/s320/leah.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-78785012002419485562010-01-06T15:52:00.000-08:002010-01-06T16:04:37.004-08:00Luke<span style="font-family:arial;">Remember when I said my sister thinks I'm </span><a href="http://confessionsofablogstalker-blogstalker.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-love-internets.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">her personal DI</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">? Well, she also thinks I am a good place to leave her cats for three months.....that has now become almost two years. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And then she decided she couldn't take them back ever......and we decided to keep the one of them that terrorized my children less.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">And now she wants them back. And I am sad. Because I love Luke. I am sure you can see why. (For you my dear Fiona!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423780920823854962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSh3zHqjJwwgsZw637VCZugc3YcvFTCXAeEG7h06ZuvEieWYQLwSCFUW8WxEspt_90QLOM0F_WDXjv-t5k5eL7HBHFlrkytIFPH3amW2NbOmH3ZTvv4T3S7nnSkGs2DiyJ7GwjeNdH8A/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-771208082843581642009-12-16T10:32:00.001-08:002009-12-16T10:41:48.295-08:00Christmas Shopping TodayMy husband and I are going to try to finish our Christmas shopping today. I stole this from my friend Fa'a's status on Facebook today and am using it without permission:<br /><br />"Dear Santa Clause whoever and wherever you are. I would really like to meet you face to face and crack you for taking all the credits and making me broke. I am telling my kids who you really are- Wal-Mart, Costco, Target, and the Swap Meet....punk"<br /><br />My feelings exactly.....Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-8248519741380217822009-12-11T13:13:00.000-08:002009-12-11T13:21:52.390-08:00Grasp of the ObviousAt 5:30 the other morning as I shoveled half a foot of snow off the driveway I heard the back door open and the following conversation transpired with my 6 year old:<br /><div></div><br /><div>"Hey, Mommy?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Yes, honey?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"I just thought I'd let you know that it had snowed."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Um, yeah, thanks dear."</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091736126147378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAr3-tSOb_fQlpcM9CjATqcdnGAT8PSEMFLGDtbLS_eb7WXuT6bBLjGmRRnmkLFNpeLsiYCqhoYZvajLm2rZujPv0ZCOSIOEGZuw32nY9C11qqooq6z4TqzLPBwcmM8E2GFth_vwifuNw/s320/P9050194.JPG" /><br /><div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-34865540626383019062009-11-26T19:16:00.000-08:002009-11-26T19:20:34.696-08:00Giving ThanksSometimes during the night my husband gropes me and then has no memory of doing so in the morning. When he wakes me up when doing this, it ticks me off. When I have just come to bed it makes me laugh.<br /><br />Today I am thankful that my husband still finds me so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">gropeable</span>.<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-55207314545419903322009-11-02T12:36:00.000-08:002009-11-02T12:46:14.420-08:00Happy Halloween!My four year old informed me yesterday that now that Halloween was over, it was time to put the chicken decorations up.<br /><br />Bring on the Chickens!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609921153795634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8c33VoDJDba_oLJWAWWoxWyrc91BDkOp8eZ_0oaKqT_t-1AgdqsHeX7RecqSGeQsdLmPo1pwo6f1ygdefmzFU6jMXRHKGF-2kKcrMsZ0Wrs83W9lREjBetygXr9rNmfqZ_rpM7OuN1RQ/s320/PA290241.JPG" />My witch and her little black cat!<br /></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-73319616175095217382009-10-28T14:35:00.000-07:002009-10-28T14:38:17.533-07:00Dear ILM:Thank you for existing and making our moving watching experience so interesting.<br /><br />And for giving my 4 year old the terminology for the conversation:<br /><br />"Mom, I had the coolest dream. I was playing with my puppy and then there were cool special effects in the background making rainbows."<br /><br />So, thanks for changing movies (and dreams)!<br /><br />KatrinaKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-51750746082895452922009-10-21T09:42:00.000-07:002009-12-11T13:26:19.537-08:00Dear Mr. Preece:Remember that time when I was being terrible in my 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade Social Studies class. I was being disruptive and talked back and you gave me a talking to in the hall.<br /><br />I totally deserved it and I am sorry for my behavior.<br /><br />Especially because my husband is now an 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Grade and 9<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Grade Social Studies teacher. And it is awful when his students are disrespectful and disruptive. I wish I could tell him I was a model student. But I probably treated you as badly as my husbands worst nightmares.<br /><br />Sorry again,<br />KatrinaKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-40019747549516972332009-10-20T09:36:00.000-07:002009-10-20T09:36:01.680-07:00Dear Honey:The other day when you came home and the dishes weren't done and the house was a mess, you thought I had been on the computer all day. But I hadn't. I had been reading Catching Fire. And it was fabulous.<br /><br />Love,<br />MeKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-72116253619309947052009-10-19T09:31:00.000-07:002009-10-19T09:31:00.510-07:00Dear Fiona:The other day when you dropped my daughter off, I didn't come to the door because I was still the same PJ's as the day before and I knew well enough to be ashamed. You probably wouldn't have noticed, but I did!<br /><br />Thanks for loving me even when not only do I not get dressed, but don't change my PJ's for two days in a row!<br /><br />I'll work on it!<br />KatrinaKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-56339202344611033122009-10-18T09:25:00.000-07:002009-10-18T09:25:00.872-07:00Dear United:I am really sorry that one time I flew on a ticket someone else purchased without following the proper <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">channels</span> to get the ticket put in my name. (Hawaii was a blast!)<br /><br />I now work for an airline. I still pay very little for all of my tickets, but when I have to buy a ticket next time, I will buy from you to make up for it!<br /><br />Thanks,<br />KatrinaKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-61421415429450977662009-10-17T09:00:00.000-07:002009-10-17T09:00:03.398-07:00Dear Mom and Dad:Thanks for having 10 kids. It often lead to some good times.<br /><br />Like that time we left Hans in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pocatello</span> and got all the way to Idaho Falls before we realized he wasn't in the car.<br /><br />I'm sticking with two kids. It will be much easier to keep track of them (I hope).<br /><br />Still laughing 20 years later!<br />KatrinaKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-849622857896601942009-10-16T21:19:00.000-07:002009-10-16T21:22:31.792-07:00More ConfessionsIt's about time for some more confessions....in the form of the letters in my head I never send.<br /><br />Dear Mrs. Robinson:<br /><br />You were a great 5th grade teacher.<br /><br />Member that time I was chewing gum in front of you and gum was against the rules? And you asked me if I was chewing gum and I quickly swallowed it and said "no"? Thanks for not ratting me out.<br /><br />Sometimes it was really good to be teachers pet.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />KatrinaKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-60235410045582527112009-09-19T15:59:00.000-07:002009-09-19T16:12:12.672-07:00Lovely Number IdiosyncrasiesI have to have the alarm set to an odd number like 6:57 or 7:23. It makes me feel like I have stolen a few extra minutes of sleep.<br /><br />I can't remember numbers. My husband can tell me the time and three minutes later (literally) I have to ask again because I have no idea what he just said. <br /><br />I can't do simple mathematics either. Please feel free to test me. I will have to pull out my trusty fingers to add 5 and 7.<br /><br />As much as I can't remember numbers, I like to play games with the clock.....like "oh, it's 12:34, cool it's all in order," or "it's 2:24.... 2 plus 2 equals 4, sweet." And of course the all important making of a wish at 1:11, 11:11, 2:22, and so forth. Good stuff.<br /><br />But when it comes to reading, I don't have a problem with numbers at all. I don't use a book mark but can almost always open my book to within 1 or 2 pages of where I was. <br /><br />I guess it boils down to personal motivation when it comes to me and numbers.<br /><br />What are your lovely idiosyncrasies?Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-7259866750413197332009-08-20T22:45:00.000-07:002009-08-20T22:47:03.904-07:00Why I hate the Internets:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I found out my grandmother died today.....from a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span> status update. </span>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-73167707055662664652009-08-06T17:55:00.000-07:002009-08-06T18:16:33.392-07:00Why I love the Internets:<span style="font-family:arial;">On the day before our glorious pioneer day celebration, Emma stepped on a rusty nail. It went a good 1/2 inch into the bottom of her foot. After some very loud expressions of displeasure from Emma we were able to investigate the wound and get it cleaned out. And then we went to the Internets. After a bit of research, we found that as long as she was up to date on her tetanus shots, we were probably okay not to take her to the emergency room. My sweet girl was a bit of a hop-along over the course of the weekend, but we were able to keep her foot clean and she was fine by the next Monday. The Internets saved us a $200 trip to the ER.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Next, my sister thinks of me as her personal DI. She lives in NYC and it is easier for her to pack up all the stuff she doesn't want and fly it to me, than get a taxi to her local Goodwill. Ah, the benefits of working for an airline (her and me). Recently included in her DI pile was a camera; cute little digital point and shoot. But every time you turned it on it gave a zoom error message. I put the camera type and zoom error into my google tab and I found out that if I tapped the camera on my wrist whilst turning it on, the error could go away. Low and Behold two minutes later I had a fully functioning $200 camera. Cost to me: $3.50 for a new USB cord mailed from Hong Kong. (I did call and ask my sister if she wanted her camera back....she'd already replaced it....too bad she didn't do any Internets research first!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, though I confess to a bit of blog stalking, I do find the Internets useful for a lot more than blogging!</span>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-23398757616742921922009-08-03T17:44:00.000-07:002009-08-03T17:48:29.277-07:00Confession #6I have found several ex-boyfriends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wife's</span> blogs and I will never confess to them that they are stalked. And I always wonder if when people go private if it is because of me. I can't decide if that is because I am full of myself or if it may really be me.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-66406023422337241232009-07-12T11:40:00.001-07:002009-07-12T11:50:12.369-07:00Rock StarGrowing up my bedroom was in the attic of an old Victorian home. It was the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> floor of the house. And there was no air-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">conditioning</span>. I would beg my parents to let me sleep on the trampoline. My father feared I would be ravaged by the local boys (or more likely I would more easily be able to sneak out) and so he told me no way. He bought me an evaporating box fan that made sleep barely tolerable....on the floor, immediately in front of the fan.<br /><br />Although it was high on the priority list, A/C was not a must have as we looked for a house. I don't think I would have minded a swamp cooler. Luckily the perfect house (mine!) had A/C.<br /><br />And I must tell you, it is July and I love that I need covers in the middle of the night. It makes me feel like a Rock Star!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-22906739050976669082009-06-23T10:04:00.001-07:002009-06-23T10:13:53.152-07:00Confession #5<div><br /><br /><div>In almost ten years of marriage I have never watched the sunrise with my husband. Guess I'm not really a morning person.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We went to Florida to see this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570760567837122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5AbkFuV_7qpRVQ62w2gUpxDalHN_XE1IV-H2llZlpHwLexePjJNzqNU2aXgJK7Sp0PmuD1JEK1mkLtWZNfoDgaxx_3eJPp_hbz9rTWnDpJ0Xk30Iada-TB_riVJjrDg6ZL7-KV2s1I8/s320/space-shuttle-launch3a.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>But at least I got to see this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572328420058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8aMkfquXhM1Xb03nuzAzrL-lSE-x4xSrsc2JILOZIA1SFwd3g_vFIngwASNR9M2H7LciOKwfsHp4rUxnSY11a3O0Phkxtk3A_E_lskuMtlVc7V2rXHJLUt-1cqsy6RguMXJazMHWgpE/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" border="0" /></p>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399523595377041353.post-51423283460501311532009-06-23T09:46:00.000-07:002009-06-23T09:53:37.183-07:00From LeahAs we drove by this:<br /><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350566740072488562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht3Aps_V_ifLqjSIXYahwc42Ww0J7a897Jv8rovM9umh9QCdBvGUxoo2bsgKiC90y06JNPAOE6idPN2zAzUB9pSqmaM3tOCSylrRNaZnyoJOhFsQvKxalJk5Z-ZbAc896emVcUxyjQcMc/s320/banking.jpg" border="0" />my three year old says, "Hey look, the lollipop store." I guess she has a long way to go before financial world domination.<br /><a href="https://www.macu.com/"></a><a href="https://www.macu.com/"></a><a href="https://www.macu.com/"></a>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284781092122191798noreply@blogger.com1