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  <updated>2007-06-24T04:08:41Z</updated>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-24T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-24T04:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-24T04:08:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For the most part, I will be updating my blog on my domain from now on:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ckrobinson.net/katie"&gt;http://www.ckrobinson.net/katie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-22T20:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T00:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-23T01:01:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We came back to Farmville to an 87 degree apartment and a broken fridge.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, Sunchase has 24 hour emergency maintenance so a guy came over within an hour.&amp;nbsp; I guess our auto defrost in the freezer quit working so the cool air to the fridge stopped.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully that will all get fixed tonight so we can buy some groceries.&amp;nbsp; We have nothing to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding pictures came in today, but they are too big for our mailbox.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow we'll have to pick them up from the office.&amp;nbsp; Also we broke down and subscribed to Netflix.&amp;nbsp; We don't have cable and since we graduated, we can no longer get movies from the library.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if they'll even let me check out books since I don't have a Farmville address on my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back in Farmville.&amp;nbsp; The apartment is cozy and lots of nice memories run around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is another job interview for Chris!</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-21T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-22T02:26:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-22T02:26:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;been&lt;br /&gt;exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours in the social security office cramped with people that looked like they were either a. drunk or b. suffering from crack withdraws.&amp;nbsp; Both may have been true.&amp;nbsp; It was kind of entertaining at some points and other times very sad as I heard the stories of people's lives.&amp;nbsp; I feel very blessed after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took Mr. Rufus to the vet for her annual check up.&amp;nbsp; The vet said everything was fine.&amp;nbsp; I figured that she was okay since she hasn't had any problems, but it's good just take her in to make sure.&amp;nbsp; Abed-nego's annual check up is coming soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final good-bye dinner with my parents...&amp;nbsp; Christopher and I met Patrick at Starbucks and then bought some things from our registry at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.&amp;nbsp; We didn't have to get much, just some dishes, pots, and towels.&amp;nbsp; Now Christopher and Patrick are playing with Word Press.&amp;nbsp; We have put together a domain and will be moving our livejournals/blogs over there within the next handful of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&amp;nbsp; back to Farmville!&amp;nbsp; There we will be doing lots of reading and writing and running and walking around town and watching movies (maybe) and webpage editing.&amp;nbsp; Now that all of our errands around Tidewater are taken care of, we can start feeling like an actual married couple.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-20T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T02:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T02:42:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Christopher and I deposited all of our wedding present money today and of course the same day we had an unexpected, large expense.&amp;nbsp; My gas light came on a couple of months back and went off a few hours later.&amp;nbsp; It happened twice.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't take it in right away, because the closest VW dealership in Farmville is over an hour away.&amp;nbsp; I took my car to a local place once when my window fell off its track in the snow (great night, let me tell you) and they ended up screwing up the air bags.&amp;nbsp; Everyone kept telling me that the gas light was probably the weather change or moisture, but I wanted to get it checked it out anyway.&amp;nbsp; You know, just in case.&amp;nbsp; Good thing, because it was a heat censor in my engine.&amp;nbsp; $428 later, things are fixed.&amp;nbsp; It sucks to save and save and not buy little things that you want and then lose money on what seems to be nothing.&amp;nbsp; Cars cost money to maintain and I'm glad that I don't have more problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I spent the day helping people order wedding photos.&amp;nbsp; My mom had a lot to order for people and then Chris and I helped his mom order over the phone.&amp;nbsp; Natchez showed us a site to order prints through instead of making a profit off of them himself.&amp;nbsp; We are getting 4 x 6 prints for 19 cents from mpix.com.&amp;nbsp; We have about 250 photos up that were taken by Natchez and some of my relatives.&amp;nbsp; The only downside is that I can't make the album public.&amp;nbsp; However, I can send email invites to people who want to see the photos.&amp;nbsp; If anyone is interested, then leave your email address as a comment and I'll send it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Chris and I felt too cramped for too long so we went out.&amp;nbsp; We walked around Target and bought some more thank you notes.&amp;nbsp; Then we headed over to Barnes and Noble where we used a gift card to buy Kent Haruf's &lt;u&gt;Eventide&lt;/u&gt;, which is the sequel to &lt;u&gt;Plainsong&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We read &lt;u&gt;Plainsong&lt;/u&gt; in Dr. Challender's Contemporary American Lit class and it was one of Christopher's favorite novels from the semester.&amp;nbsp; We were able to get &lt;u&gt;Eventide&lt;/u&gt; in hardcover for $5.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't as big of a fan of &lt;u&gt;Plainsong&lt;/u&gt; really...&amp;nbsp; It was trying to get you to say, "That's cute and funny."&amp;nbsp; I'm a little too heartless for all that so it kind of failed in sorts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen's first book of poetry is being reprinted for its 50th anniversary.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to get it, but it was $20.&amp;nbsp; I'll see if it comes to paperback or maybe I'll check amazon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Mr. Rufus' vet appointment.&amp;nbsp; Then Friday morning we're heading back to Farmville until we move.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-16T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-16T14:37:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-16T14:38:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Christopher's interview went really well, he said.&amp;nbsp; A lady in the office said he looked like Ashton Kutcher.&amp;nbsp; He gets that a lot.&amp;nbsp; It's strange.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying not to get excited about anything until it's final.&amp;nbsp; Moving to Richmond would be kind of nice.&amp;nbsp; Chris really wants to teach and it would be the quick way of getting him there.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, it would be better if Chris could get a teaching job around Lynchburg so I could go to school and that's where we want to end up anyway, but the Bedford position doesn't close until late July.&amp;nbsp; We really can't wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lame these days.&amp;nbsp; I have to stay in Chesapeake for another few days, because&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  1.&amp;nbsp; my car is being a little strange and there is no Volkswagen dealership in Farmville.&amp;nbsp; I need to get that taken care of here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  2.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Rufus needs to go to the vet and her vet is in Virginia Beach.&amp;nbsp; Nothing serious, just her annual check up.&amp;nbsp; There isn't a bunny specialist in Farmville.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3.&amp;nbsp; I need a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  4.&amp;nbsp; I need to go to social security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I are rather inactive these days.&amp;nbsp; We think of going places, but everything costs money.&amp;nbsp; We have a good amount saved up, but he doesn't feel right about spending it on entertainment until we have at least his job set up.&amp;nbsp; I hating worrying about money.&amp;nbsp; It feels like combating with nature since at this point I don't have much control and I clearly have a history of not doing well with battling the elements as I lost the weather battle on my wedding day.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-14T22:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-15T03:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-15T03:00:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back in Farmville for the night...&amp;nbsp; Walking up the stairs to my apartment door with sleepy eyes reminded me of this past year, all the sleepy nights with my hair unattractively pulled back.&amp;nbsp; I graduated a month ago and I've been too busy to really take it in.&amp;nbsp; I feel so nostalgic already.&amp;nbsp; I miss having 7 professors to impress and a GPA to maintain.&amp;nbsp; I have had a lot of good times in this apartment and I don't mean drunk night wahoo kind of fun.&amp;nbsp; I mean good conversations with friends, realizations, and late night essay writing and book readings.&amp;nbsp; Our lease expires August 8th.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up, because tomorrow we plan to get up early and drive to Bedford county (30 minutes west of Lynchburg) so Chris can personally drop off some applications.&amp;nbsp; Then drive back through Lynchburg so Chris can personally hand in a form that Liberty lost.&amp;nbsp; Then drive out to Hopewell High School (about 25 miles from downtown Richmond) so Chris can interview at 2 pm.&amp;nbsp; After that we will drive back to Chesapeake to stay for a few days.&amp;nbsp; Chris' mom mailed his Praxis scores to my house and he needs them for more interviews.&amp;nbsp; Today we picked up our marriage license and next week I need to go by social security to get my name changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have missed this apartment.&amp;nbsp; It smells funny, because somehow we left a fruit or vegetable in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; This fruit or vegetable is now liquid and I have no idea what it used to be.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get back to living here again so I can clean it all up and organize the random things that are sitting around.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-13T15:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T19:28:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T19:29:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It has been a crazy past couple of days.&amp;nbsp; I canceled my Monday interview with New Kent, because there was only one position and Chris really wants to teach.&amp;nbsp; I'd much rather him get it than me...&amp;nbsp; I am not so much into the idea of teaching and so there's no use in competing with Chris for a job I don't want and he would love to have.&amp;nbsp; He also has an interview this Friday with another school system.&amp;nbsp; We're finally getting calls back!&amp;nbsp; So where will we live?&amp;nbsp; I don't have a clue anymore, but I guess it's probably down to Richmond or Lynchburg.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-12T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T01:18:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T01:28:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so confused about life right now.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what is going to happen.&amp;nbsp; Things are no clearer than they were a year ago.&amp;nbsp; I must seem so unrealistic.&amp;nbsp; I thought when we got back from the honeymoon that we'd progress in the direction we had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got the Graduate Student Assistantship and all, but things came up.&amp;nbsp; Trying to live off two stipends would be just too tight.&amp;nbsp; We don't want to have to take out more student loans if we can avoid it.&amp;nbsp; I don't have any loans and Chris has very few at a very low interest rate.&amp;nbsp; We're very blessed in that area and I want to get out of debt as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp; I had been excited for Liberty to work out, because it was such a great deal.&amp;nbsp; I love school and learning, so it would be good to go ahead and get my masters degree.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know if I'd ever be able to go back to school once I started working full time.&amp;nbsp; Plus in Lynchburg we'd be able to live off of one income eventually so I could stay home with our kid[s].&amp;nbsp; It could still work out so I can go to grad school, but we have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being pretty disappointed with that, Chris and I both got phone calls from New Kent Middle School wanting to offer interviews for a teaching position.&amp;nbsp; I'll be interviewing on Monday.&amp;nbsp; That was a surprise.&amp;nbsp; We had submitted our applications at a job fair back in January.&amp;nbsp; I thought that job fair had been rather futile, but I guess not.&amp;nbsp; New Kent is about 25 miles from down town Richmond, so we could commute rather easily.&amp;nbsp; It feels so strange, because it was unexpected and a totally different direction than what we were planning.&amp;nbsp; It would be interesting to not be a poor college student anymore and Chris really just wanted to teach in the end anyway.&amp;nbsp; I hope he gets the job.&amp;nbsp; I really, really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting excited for things and then having them not work out.&amp;nbsp; I'm incredibly frustrated right now.&amp;nbsp; I've been feeling this for so long and I just want to fast forward a couple of months so I could know what to expect.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad we have options, though, even if nothing is completely solid at this point.&amp;nbsp; At least there are options.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-10T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T00:18:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T02:29:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;UPDATED JUNE 11:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I added more pictures under the section that my Uncle Doug took.&amp;nbsp; Sorry if I'm being obnoxious.&amp;nbsp; I'm just pretty excited to have pictures and some people were unable to make it and I think they'd like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher and I are sitting in a Hampton Inn in Florence, South Carolina watching some cheesey program on MSNBC.&amp;nbsp; You know, the "documentary" on good boy gone psychotic.&amp;nbsp; This is something my grandma would watch.&amp;nbsp; We have stopped here on the way back from Florida in order to break up the long drive.&amp;nbsp; The honeymoon was really nice.&amp;nbsp; We stayed in a nice place with a kitchen, den, and bedroom.&amp;nbsp; The resort had five pools and a lake that we went swimming in.&amp;nbsp; Chris has some pictures from the honeymoon on his &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Honeymoon%20Pictures/"&gt;photobucket&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the honeymoon is ending and it is time to get back to real life.&amp;nbsp; We are in the process of setting things up for our new life together, which is quite exciting.&amp;nbsp; I don't really believe that we're married yet.&amp;nbsp; Maybe after I filled out some paperwork to change my last name then it will be more real or perhaps seeing more wedding pictures will help.&amp;nbsp; Our photographer is still working on the official&amp;nbsp; photos, but my dad emailed me some pictures my Uncle Doug took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Wedding pictures taken by my Uncle Doug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030059.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030061.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blinking Christopher receiving his ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6031277.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the ceremony.&amp;nbsp; What Lesner Inn was able to throw together for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030069.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Zach escorting the junior bridesmaids--Elizabeth (Chris' sister) and my cousin Jacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030109.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head table--Truly, myself, Chris, Liz, Ryan, Zach, and Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030121.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents let us borrow the Escape to take to Florida...&amp;nbsp; Jake decorated it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/KatieWiden008.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more clear picture of the cake that our baker took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the cake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groomsmen and bridesmaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groomsmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music provided by Alicia and Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson family and AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030085.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Widens and Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz giving her speech--before she started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lower area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/running4jc/Wedding%20Pictures/P6030095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upper area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three years of dating, Chris and Katie are finally married.&amp;nbsp; I am very blessed to have met the boy whom I didn't think could exist...and then he decided it would be okay to marry me.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-05T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T23:47:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T01:43:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had the most chaotic wedding ever.&amp;nbsp; Well, the evening before the wedding we had to change the ceremony to the Lesner Inn so we called everyone on the guest list to let them know.&amp;nbsp; Darn that tropical storm Barry.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea what to expect when I arrived the morning of the wedding.&amp;nbsp; All I knew was that Chris was freaking out when my dad called him in the morning and the general manager at the Lesner Inn asked for permission to modify the floor plan as she saw fit.&amp;nbsp; Everyone kept trying to comfort me, but it kind of made me freak out more.&amp;nbsp; When I walked in the room and saw Chris waiting for me, everything felt better.&amp;nbsp; They managed to set up an aisle and almost everyone was seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going better until AJ forgot to have my dad sit down and so he ended up staying there too long.&amp;nbsp; Then Patrick (a groomsman) passed out and landed on the amp that was microphoning the banjo and guitar played.&amp;nbsp; This caused it to sound like thunder and someone helped him up and took him away to eat some crackers.&amp;nbsp; All I could think was, "Is he having a seizure?&amp;nbsp; Is he alive?&amp;nbsp; What else could go wrong?"&amp;nbsp; He said he felt bad, but I didn't care really.&amp;nbsp; It will make the video seem rather strange, but I was mostly just concerned about him getting hurt.&amp;nbsp; Then during communion I guess I was supposed to say "Body of Christ, broken for you," when I gave the bread.&amp;nbsp; Instead I said variants of "Here you go," while Chris said, "Blood of Christ, poured for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it made for a very memorable wedding.&amp;nbsp; Afterward we got a lot of pictures and I had a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; Lindsay put some pictures on facebook of the wedding, so if you have an account then you can go look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned this thing for a year and went over every detail.&amp;nbsp; After all the arguing with Botanical Gardens, we didn't even end up using the garden aside from the rehearsal.&amp;nbsp; I think that is rather funny.&amp;nbsp; Everything was different than we had planned, but it ended up very nice and I don't think it could have been more perfect even with all the funny mess ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Some photos Lindsay took"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610170_2766.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610184_6171.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610174_3748.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry, but me with the Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610176_4222.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610177_4456.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the garter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610180_5176.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick caught the garter and Elizabeth (Chris' sister) caught the bouquet.&amp;nbsp; A bit of an age gap...&amp;nbsp; About 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-310.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v73/209/125/39602310/n39602310_31610178_4703.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I was doing...&amp;nbsp; I think maybe I was telling Natchez how I wanted a photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-02T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T22:41:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T22:41:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks to Tropical Storm Barry we had to move the ceremony to our reception site instead.&amp;nbsp; The Lesner Inn is beautiful, but they won't be able to set up chairs with an isle and all.&amp;nbsp; Instead everyone will be seated at tables or standing.&amp;nbsp; Kind of sucks, but that's the risk you take with an outdoor wedding.&amp;nbsp; Oh well...&amp;nbsp; The important part is the fact that I am marrying Christopher.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-06-01T12:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T16:08:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T16:08:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy birthday to Abed-nego!&amp;nbsp; Our puppy is a year old today.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to take him to visit his mom or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris made it back alive from West Virginia, but I have to say good-bye again as he goes to stay tonight and tomorrow night with his parents.&amp;nbsp; Someone at his dad's church let them have their condo on Shore Drive for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Today we are running some final errands and picking up the tuxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Chris spent most of the day helping my dad fix the pool pump.&amp;nbsp; Then he, my cousin Tony, and I went to the beach at night.&amp;nbsp; The moon was huge and full.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't seen the beach look so nice in a long time.&amp;nbsp; Abed-nego chased the crabs and we drank Slurpees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TA thing is taking a lot longer than it was supposed to.&amp;nbsp; They said it was fine to fax our applications, but then a week later Human Resources wanted our originals before they began the background check.&amp;nbsp; It's taking a while.&amp;nbsp; Arg.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-30T08:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T13:07:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T13:09:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The chance for rain on Sunday is down to 30% and the scattered thunder storms are now isolated thunder storms.&amp;nbsp; I'm really happy about this.&amp;nbsp; I had dinner with Truly and Liz at Olive Garden around 4:30 pm and then we went to a couple of stores.&amp;nbsp; After that we came back to my house to be girls...&amp;nbsp; We showed Truly how to curl her hair since I'm having all the brides maids wear their hair down and curly.&amp;nbsp; Then Liz and Truly experimented with my make-up, because I'm really not too good with it.&amp;nbsp; Truly stayed until about 10:00 pm, which was great.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen her that long since...well, probably a year ago when we went to visit her in Richmond.&amp;nbsp; This past year whenever we were able to make it to Richmond she always had to work and we couldn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz stayed until a little after midnight and we had some good talks....&amp;nbsp; about relationships, different churches we've visited, God, the past both good and bad.&amp;nbsp; All that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a lot of cleaning to do, errands to run, and I must pick up my wedding gown.&amp;nbsp; 4 more days.&amp;nbsp; Unreal, but I think it's starting to feel a little closer.&amp;nbsp; Not like 4 days close, but more real.&amp;nbsp; Before I couldn't believe it at all.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-28T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-29T00:49:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-29T00:49:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Chris left early this morning for his bachelor party....&amp;nbsp; A three day camping and white water rafting trip in the mountains of West Virginia with Jake and Ryan.&amp;nbsp; He called when they got there and I guess they were playing a game where no one is allowed to say my name.&amp;nbsp; And they say bridal showers are silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I had dinner at Panera and then went on a hunt for a guest book pen.&amp;nbsp; It was incredibly too hard.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted a kind of fancy little pen, but not a feather pen.&amp;nbsp; We went all over the place and finally found one that would do.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow Liz, Truly, and I are having dinner.&amp;nbsp; It's not too often that I see them, especially not together.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-26T18:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T22:08:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-27T01:50:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tomorrow will be one week until the wedding.&amp;nbsp; We went to the garden to see if the wild flowers had bloomed yet.&amp;nbsp; Two weeks ago they hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I think it's safe to say they are in bloom."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02658.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02670.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the bad news is that weather.com is calling for scattered thunder storms.&amp;nbsp; That can change, right?&amp;nbsp; Pray the rain away!</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-20T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T21:39:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T21:49:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is 5:25 pm and I just got out of the shower about 10 minutes ago.&amp;nbsp; I have spent almost the whole day outside being yard assistant for my dad and Chris.&amp;nbsp; My dad was fixing water pipes that some hooligans broke.&amp;nbsp; I guess random kids ran through our backyard one night, jumped our fence and in the process cracked some pipes?&amp;nbsp; Chris mowed the lawn and then ripped up some holly bushes so my dad can plant an herb garden.&amp;nbsp; I will do my best to never own holly bushes.&amp;nbsp; They are painful and mean.&amp;nbsp; My job was to make sure that the dogs stayed away from Chris while he was using the ax, help change trash bags, wash the pool slide, and help restore our water system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay in the shade as much as possible, but I got a nasty sun burn on my shoulders anyway.&amp;nbsp; Katies do not tan.&amp;nbsp; It is impossible.&amp;nbsp; I am in search for some aloe, but no success.&amp;nbsp; Burns are no good when you are getting married in two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Plus my face is broken out awfully and it is making me feel not so pretty.&amp;nbsp; I got on birth control about a year ago, because the doctors couldn't find anything else to help my acne.&amp;nbsp; It worked great, but for some reason every now and then it explodes.&amp;nbsp; This makes me sad, because I should be out of this phase.&amp;nbsp; I'm almost 21 and no one else in my family has this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is almost completely packed away.&amp;nbsp; I threw out things I had been holding onto for no reason other than memories...&amp;nbsp; Things like my Monkichi tee shirt.&amp;nbsp; I've had it since I was 10, but it just sits in my closet.&amp;nbsp; No real reason to keep it....&amp;nbsp; I'm not a little Katie anymore.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-18T14:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T18:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T22:24:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my TA application in today.&amp;nbsp; The guy said my application looked good, but I won't know for sure until my background check goes through.&amp;nbsp; That could take up to two weeks--but I know nothing is going to get messed up due to the background check.&amp;nbsp; I'm a clean Katie.&amp;nbsp; Christopher is going through this whole process as well and applying for jobs at the same time.&amp;nbsp; We could make it on two stipends and working part time jobs, but it'll be tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't planned on going to graduate school originally, because I knew we couldn't afford it.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to get my masters eventually and thought maybe I'd go part time while working later on.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, I didn't think I'd actually be able to do it in the end.&amp;nbsp; Then this came out of no where and really is a great opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I'll get a free education plus experience teaching.&amp;nbsp; I plan on taking my time with this instead of plowing through like undergrad.&amp;nbsp; I'll take 3 classes a semester and then&amp;nbsp;TA for&amp;nbsp;2 sections.&amp;nbsp; I'll graduate in 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has really been a big blessing.&amp;nbsp; Nothing else felt quite right.&amp;nbsp; Chris and I have felt a great deal of peace with this so I ended up turning down an interview a month ago for a tech writing position.&amp;nbsp; We both believed that God wanted us to try this route instead.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad it has all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Pool attack"&gt;My parents discovered a big rip in the pool liner when they opened it this spring.&amp;nbsp; They are in the process of getting a new liner installed so it has been brewing with slime while we have been waiting for the liner to come in.&amp;nbsp; Today I decided to let Abed-nego explore the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abed-nego was a little hesitant at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02618.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for good reason.&amp;nbsp; He slid down the slope of the deep end and couldn't get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02621.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to save him, but I just ended up sliding down and getting stuck as well.&amp;nbsp; Not a very flattering shot, but it's all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02623.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved Abed-nego and my dad pulled me out with a pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02625.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the skid marks that we left.&amp;nbsp; Mine are the ones on the left and Abed-nego's are near the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/DSC02627.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-17T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T03:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T03:13:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">An update on school stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from Longwood urging me to buy photos of myself at graduation.&amp;nbsp; The photo of me accepting my degree came out nice, but then when I posed after I got off the stage, I looked like I was falling backward.&amp;nbsp; Weird.&amp;nbsp; I think I was on a hill...&amp;nbsp; Here is the good shot.&amp;nbsp; They wouldn't let me see it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/image_server.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never reported my grades...&amp;nbsp; Five B's and two A's.&amp;nbsp; I worked darn hard and I'm pretty happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Farmville for graduation, we had this discussion in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&amp;nbsp; Farmville is nice, but the land that would be good for parks is privately owned.&lt;br /&gt;Chelse:&amp;nbsp; I don't get how people can own land.&lt;br /&gt;Katie:&amp;nbsp; That was very native American of you.&lt;br /&gt;Chelse:&amp;nbsp; But really, I don't get how you can be like, "I own that rock."&lt;br /&gt;Katie:&amp;nbsp; Well, Chelse, you can own the earth and still all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more school update...&amp;nbsp; Today I got accepted to graduate school.&amp;nbsp; Next I apply for a TA position, which means I would teach two college freshmen composition classes a week and in exchange get free tuition and a stipend.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully we'll know within a week.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-17T19:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T23:17:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T23:31:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My family from Minnesota will begin arriving next Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to clean up and pack away things in my room.&amp;nbsp; I'm sort of a pack rat as in I don't want to throw away things that might mean something later on.&amp;nbsp; I'm holding onto my letters and photographs, but trashing little things that don't mean much.&amp;nbsp; It is quite hard.&amp;nbsp; I looked through an old photo album that my grandma gave me.&amp;nbsp; It contained photos from my aunt Lela's wedding, my aunt Wanda's wedding, and my mom's wedding.&amp;nbsp; Both Lela and Wanda died young.&amp;nbsp; I wish that I could frame many of the photos--especially one of my grandfather standing with my mom, aunt Wanda, and aunt Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who cut Chris' hair kind of left the back looking funny.&amp;nbsp; For some insane reason Chris gave me the scissors to fix it.&amp;nbsp; He trusted me and I really did a good job.&amp;nbsp; I guess it's not too hard to do a normal boy cut, but I've never cut anyone's hair before so I was happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that my uncle Bunky (who is actually my great uncle) bought me fancy French perfume for my wedding present.&amp;nbsp; I was then told that I wouldn't like it and that it smells like old ladies.&amp;nbsp; Uncle Bunky is married to a French lady that he met when he was in France during World War II, so they like to give things like perfume for weddings.&amp;nbsp; He worked for the CIA and likes to preach the importance of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting for jobs to call back.&amp;nbsp; Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/bunky.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bunky with his wife Andre and their two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/mompamwandagrandpa.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa with my mom in front, aunt Wanda in back with aunt Pam in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/chris507.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris squinting with his new hair cut.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-15T10:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T14:26:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T14:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a rather pleasant Mother's Day--of course, it doesn't really matter since I'm not a mom.&amp;nbsp; My mom wanted to have my grandmother and sister over for french toast and fruit.&amp;nbsp; My mom always put everyone before her and at times people take advantage of that, so I wanted to take care of things for her.&amp;nbsp; The night before (at about 1 am since the concert ran so late), Chris and I bought the food supplies, left a potted flower on the counter for her to find, and I made all the food in the morning.&amp;nbsp; I also gave her a So Doku book, because she has been getting into those things lately.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could give her something better, but I don't have an income so everything I buy comes out of my savings....which is dwindling and that is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelse had to leave a little early so she could sleep for work and my grandmother ended up staying until 3 pm or so, just sitting around and talking.&amp;nbsp; Sydney also stayed since Chelse had to go, so my grandmother was able to spend a good amount of time with her.&amp;nbsp; After she left, we called my grandmother in Minnesota and put her on speaker phone.&amp;nbsp; Chris kept trying not to laugh due to her thick Swedish accent.&amp;nbsp; He said he hadn't expected that even though her maiden name was Hans and her husband also came from a family of Swedish background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stayed up until 11 pm (unheard of for my mom) going over a budget for Chris and I.&amp;nbsp; Looks like it will be tight, but we plan to tithe so I know it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Chris got all his hair cut off reluctantly for a job interview.&amp;nbsp; He was pretty sad about it, but I guess it had to happen eventually.&amp;nbsp; We met Liz for coffee and then Truly and Jason for dinner at Plaza Azteca.&amp;nbsp; I love that I am able to eat there for $3.50.&amp;nbsp; We came home and I fell asleep on the couch.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-13T01:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-13T05:57:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My parents gave Chris and I tickets to see The Polyphonic Spree as a graduation present.&amp;nbsp; I think it was the best concert I have ever been to.&amp;nbsp; I sang and danced the whole time.&amp;nbsp; Then my camera phone was lucky enough to capture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/051307_000411-copy.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-12T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-12T23:34:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today was graduation, so I suppose that it is official.&amp;nbsp; My parents, sister, Sydney, Chris, and I went up to our apartment last night.&amp;nbsp; Chris shared the ipod with me and played nice songs for me that had been the soundtrack of the beginning of our relationship.&amp;nbsp; We didn't end up in bed until around midnight and the lightening was so darn bright that it kept waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, uncle, cousin Zach, and Chris' family all came the next day.&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth (Chris' sister) wrote me a really nice card.&amp;nbsp; She's a nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Graduation pictures"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/P5121201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the procession....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/P5121209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I in front of Grainger--where we spent all of our time, Department of English and Modern Languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ktthewiden/P5121213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gowns aren't too slimming...&amp;nbsp; My dad wanted a picture of us in front of the Grainger sign, because he couldn't find the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-09T18:43:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T23:01:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-09T23:19:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A lot has happened the past couple of days.&amp;nbsp; The evil people at the gardens went back on all of our agreements concerning the wedding.&amp;nbsp; They claim that the other two consultants we had (both of which are "no longer with them") gave us bad information.&amp;nbsp; It was ruining everything we had planned.&amp;nbsp; They suggested we change the time of the wedding.&amp;nbsp; Whhhat?&amp;nbsp; We sent out invitations over a month ago!&amp;nbsp; We spoke to the supervisor and she was just as rude, but we convinced them to give us a little slack.&amp;nbsp; However, I have a plan to cheat the system, so I'm not worried at all.&amp;nbsp; The gardens are beautiful and sell themselves, but the service there is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being stressed out by the evil people at the gardens, we got our marriage license the other day and today we went to the mall with Chelse to get Sydney's ears pierced.&amp;nbsp; She pouted when they did her second ear, but other than that she didn't cry at all.&amp;nbsp; I was very surprised.&amp;nbsp; That seems like the way to go since most all little girls want their ears pierced eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I ran for thirty minutes straight for the past three days.&amp;nbsp; This was my goal, but Chris says it's not the end....&amp;nbsp; I have to get to an hour straight.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if that will happen, but he is promising a cake in the shape of a foot soon in celebration of me reaching my first big goal of thirty minutes.&amp;nbsp; Today I went to the dentist and he took a more powerful x-ray to check out the status of my wisdom teeth.&amp;nbsp; Last time he couldn't find them.&amp;nbsp; As it turns out, I don't have any on the bottom and the ones on the top are way deep without any roots.&amp;nbsp; Looks like I won't have to worry about them for a long, long time--if ever.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-06T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T03:30:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My uncle Ken has recently published a novel about the Minnesota mob and the family's involvement in it.&amp;nbsp; It's a true story, too.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I am only related to him through marriage, so my actual blood family was not involved.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to think that my family was, though, since I call that side "the Vikings" and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is getting closer...&amp;nbsp; Today we met up with AJ (the pastor who is doing our ceremony) and talked about how we'd like things to go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AJ has been a friend of Christopher's family for a long time and he's always been very nice.&amp;nbsp; He is extremely smart as well.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow we're going to do our final meeting with the Botanical Gardens.&amp;nbsp; They are so crazy over there...&amp;nbsp; We are now on our third wedding consultant with them.&amp;nbsp; The other two are "not longer with them," so I don't know if they got fired or quit.&amp;nbsp; They were giving us some hassle about the rehearsal and saying we couldn't do it the day before the wedding since it is a Saturday when both of our previous consultants said that it would not be a problem.&amp;nbsp; In the end they complied after some fussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not swallowed that college is over, not even close to comprehending that.&amp;nbsp; I feel certain that we're going to have to head back to school soon.&amp;nbsp; My uncle Doug told me when I graduated high school that life was going to speed up and the older that you get, the faster life goes.&amp;nbsp; He said that when you're young you wish life would hurry up and get to the good part.&amp;nbsp; Before you know it, you're old.&amp;nbsp; Life did pick up after high school.&amp;nbsp; I've lost track of myself.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I just became someone else and the things that used to matter aren't important anymore.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong--that's not a bad thing.</content>
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    <title>crusherofbone @ 2007-05-05T09:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T13:23:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T13:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yesterday was the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris had to stay up all night working on a paper.&amp;nbsp; Really, he did not go to bed.&amp;nbsp; I kept waking up every couple of hours to the sound of him grinding coffee beans.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he drank 7 cups.&amp;nbsp; Then he had an 11:30 am exam, a couple hour break, and then we both had a 3:00 pm exam.&amp;nbsp; As each person left the classroom, we all said good bye followed by questions as to if the person was walking at graduation and if they are staying for the summer.&amp;nbsp; It's not like we'll really &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; each other much a graduation, maybe catch a glimpse of one another.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want it to be the last time I saw them, because it's been a really great semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I walked back to the car about 5:00 pm.&amp;nbsp; The lot was almost empty, everyone was moving out of the dorms with their parents, and the Heart of Virginia Festival was being set up.&amp;nbsp; The sky darkened with clouds, it all felt gloomy.&amp;nbsp; Chris and I returned some last library books and he said good bye to his supervisor.&amp;nbsp; As we left, he said exactly what I was thinking.&amp;nbsp; With all these people (professors, co-workers, classmates) we all say good bye casually, but really we probably won't ever see them again.&amp;nbsp; It feel like there should be more.&amp;nbsp; We did the same thing with high school.&amp;nbsp; I remember just walking to my car and driving away, not sure of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our food supply is down to the minimum.&amp;nbsp; By that I mean nothing.&amp;nbsp; Not even milk.&amp;nbsp; However, we do have some broccolli and kale.&amp;nbsp; We didn't want to buy more food just for it to go bad, so we decided to celebrate by going out to eat--a rare occurence unless we're out of town.&amp;nbsp; Of course, Applebees and Ruby Tuesday were packed with students and their parents stopping for dinner on the way home.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who don't know, there is those two resturants, then Charlie's and Macados.&amp;nbsp; That's about it....except for Huddle House!!!!&amp;nbsp; We had a fine meal at Huddle House and then came home.&amp;nbsp; Chris passed out and I, I don't remember what I did.&amp;nbsp; Played on the computer some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up at 8:00 am, ready for another early exam, but there wasn't one to take.&amp;nbsp; Instead I got some laundry going.&amp;nbsp; I'm slowly setting things aside to bring home and then today we're planning to head back to Chesapeake.&amp;nbsp; There I will have the final meetings with my wedding vendors and sneak in last minutre doctor appointments (dentist....optometrist...) before I am kicked off my parents' insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is over.&amp;nbsp; It has gone by so fast.&amp;nbsp; I know I graduated a year early so it should feel faster than highschool, but it really flew by.&amp;nbsp; I remember graduating high school like it was a year ago, not three!&amp;nbsp; I remember my graduation party and the awkwardness, my band playing and Lara saying "Happy 21" was about Dan and he was embarrassed.&amp;nbsp; I didn't understand why.&amp;nbsp; He was my friend and I was sad when he went to boot camp.&amp;nbsp; He asked me later to retire it and never sing it again.&amp;nbsp; I guess maybe he didn't want people to think that it was a love song.&amp;nbsp; It really wasn't at all, though.&amp;nbsp; But I digress...&amp;nbsp; It feels both sad and exciting to graduate college.&amp;nbsp; I've had some great professors and I'm really going to miss them.</content>
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