<?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-2557779488740678700</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:17:03.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fate of Kate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-7781136002190829579</id><published>2009-07-05T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:32:10.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>To be a true blogger... you must have a working camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-7781136002190829579?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/7781136002190829579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=7781136002190829579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/7781136002190829579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/7781136002190829579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2009/07/observation.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-2275660002268047737</id><published>2009-07-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:22:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a strange place this is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SlFR29QW--I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ftBV2Gb_rfg/s1600-h/thoughtful-bonobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SlFR29QW--I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ftBV2Gb_rfg/s320/thoughtful-bonobo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355151436518194146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have days when I have plenty to do, plenty of people I could see, plenty of books to read, plenty of homework to do, but I just don't quite know what I want to do. The problem isn't the lack of options but rather too many. I know that I can't complain about this....most people would call me ungrateful for not picking something and sticking with it. Call it indecision, being fickle, young, immature, or simply not knowing what you want but that is it. Unfortunately this is not something just today. It is everyday. I am almost finished with school and I can't quite put my finger on what I want to do now. I know what I want to do later...in the far distant future. Is it possible to plan so far ahead that you simply forget about tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-2275660002268047737?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2275660002268047737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=2275660002268047737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2275660002268047737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2275660002268047737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-strange-place-this-is.html' title='What a strange place this is....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SlFR29QW--I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ftBV2Gb_rfg/s72-c/thoughtful-bonobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-6012037963340828925</id><published>2009-05-31T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:27:39.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I covet creative minds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SiMtmnv-qrI/AAAAAAAAADs/E8bFjM0Bg4Q/s1600-h/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SiMtmnv-qrI/AAAAAAAAADs/E8bFjM0Bg4Q/s320/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342163724520041138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a commandment not to covet...but dang! It is hard not to covet those people who seem to know everything. My favorite people to spend time with are those people who can say 2 words and inspire me to read what they read. to see what they have seen. to meet who they've met... jealousy.... coveting. There are several people I hear about or meet and I think....wow. Can you please sit down with me for a few hours and let whatever you have rub off on me?! Thanks. You're a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fate of Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-6012037963340828925?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/6012037963340828925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=6012037963340828925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/6012037963340828925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/6012037963340828925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-covet-creative-minds.html' title='I covet creative minds.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SiMtmnv-qrI/AAAAAAAAADs/E8bFjM0Bg4Q/s72-c/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-1309963802126867951</id><published>2009-05-31T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:14:58.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping back on the band wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SiMq2hxmt4I/AAAAAAAAADk/OaOuOqT_vbo/s1600-h/poorbuddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SiMq2hxmt4I/AAAAAAAAADk/OaOuOqT_vbo/s320/poorbuddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342160699259271042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl named Kate. She decided to make it one of her summer goals to blog more. Of course the definition of "more" is "more often than she used to"...which should be rather simple considering her last post was at Christmas time. She gives herself a hard time thinking that if she posts something it has to be amazing. or it has to be really thought provoking. or really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is that when she reads other people's blogs, she normally only has time to read the short ones anyway. Therefore, she now commits to no longer write insanely long posts and to post more often......That is the fate of Kate. the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. The picture has nothing to do with anything. it just cracks me up! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-1309963802126867951?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/1309963802126867951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=1309963802126867951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/1309963802126867951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/1309963802126867951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2009/05/jumping-back-on-band-wagon.html' title='jumping back on the band wagon'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SiMq2hxmt4I/AAAAAAAAADk/OaOuOqT_vbo/s72-c/poorbuddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-4974958391474023379</id><published>2008-12-18T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:35:00.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm overwhelmed when I actually sit back and think about the things I have been blessed with. Sometimes we forget about all the things God has given us. Family, friends, gifts, talents, testimony, an education, a roof over our heads, food etc. Those are just the essentials. I can't even begin to describe the small tender mercies that I experience everyday. Its interesting to think that we are always blessed but we only truly see our gifts when the Lord pushes us to see them. Perhaps that is not the best way to show gratitude, to be given trials. Its when I have trials that I am reminded of the blessings I have. When I need God is when I realize his ever constant presence with me. I was driving through the snow up to Salt Lake City to be with family a few days ago when I heard this song. It is called "Thankful " by Josh Groban. I have always thought that it was a beautiful song but I never really listened to the words or even thought about them. But here are the lyrics. I listened to it about 5 times in a row and cried straight through. We should all be thinking about our great blessings in this time of hardship for our nation and economy. May the Christmas season remind us from whence our blessings came.&lt;br /&gt;I created this video to remind us of how much we really have. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ee63f62d75e74e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ee63f62d75e74e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533215%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AD05BCEF47B909340717ADC5F860501CCDC15B0.2BB0F89EBC9F9E88C1411DB1E326FA544AAA53C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ee63f62d75e74e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvtt9mexho-uflkbgFgjX9PK8-lg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ee63f62d75e74e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533215%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AD05BCEF47B909340717ADC5F860501CCDC15B0.2BB0F89EBC9F9E88C1411DB1E326FA544AAA53C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ee63f62d75e74e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvtt9mexho-uflkbgFgjX9PK8-lg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thankful"&lt;br /&gt;Somedays we forget&lt;br /&gt;To look around us&lt;br /&gt;Somedays we can't see&lt;br /&gt;The joy that surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;So caught up inside ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We take when we should give.&lt;br /&gt;So for tonight we pray for&lt;br /&gt;What we know can be.&lt;br /&gt;And on this day we hope for&lt;br /&gt;What we still can't see.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to be the change&lt;br /&gt;And even though we all can still do more&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look beyond ourselves&lt;br /&gt;There's so much sorrow&lt;br /&gt;It's way too late to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Each of us must find our truth&lt;br /&gt;It's so long overdue&lt;br /&gt;So for tonight we pray for&lt;br /&gt;What we know can be&lt;br /&gt;And every day we hope for&lt;br /&gt;What we still can't see&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to be the change&lt;br /&gt;And even though we all can still do more&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with our differences&lt;br /&gt;There is a place we're all connected&lt;br /&gt;Each of us can find each other's light&lt;br /&gt;So for tonight we pray for&lt;br /&gt;What we know can be&lt;br /&gt;And on this day we hope for&lt;br /&gt;What we still can't see&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to be the change&lt;br /&gt;And even though this world needs so much more&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be thankful for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-4974958391474023379?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ee63f62d75e74e9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/4974958391474023379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=4974958391474023379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/4974958391474023379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/4974958391474023379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-2586758334042281284</id><published>2008-09-26T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:29:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is that??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gnuhaus.com/iblog/clock_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://gnuhaus.com/iblog/clock_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So why is it that when we are insanely busy, we decide that we want to do the impossible and do things we don't have time for in a regular day. For example, its very late at night and you have a paper to write that is due tomorrow morning. Do you work on the paper so it can be finished earlier? No. Instead, you download music on the internet, look at pictures, read old journal entries, call friends and write blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an absolutely absurd schedule. Literally every second of my day is mapped out, yet I find myself wanting to try things that I have absolutely no time for. Its frustrating because usually they are things that I previously had no desire to do when I actually did have time to do them. The worst part is that those great things that I would like to make time for, but can't, are the things I say no to and then I end up not doing what i planned to do in the first place. Like turning someone down to do something fun because you have a project due tomorrow and then once you get home, you don't even work on the project and you realize that you should have just gone instead of doing all these other pointless things like look at pictures and download music. I wish I could just decide what to do with my time and make the absolute best use of it, including doing fun things that shouldn't be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-2586758334042281284?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2586758334042281284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=2586758334042281284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2586758334042281284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2586758334042281284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-is-that.html' title='Why is that??'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-393072132240475782</id><published>2008-09-23T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:40:39.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Obsessed, Are We?</title><content type='html'>So I have been obsessed with random music lately. Here are the obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnfPlhFX9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ehLZtznIlL4/s1600-h/215px-Songs_for_a_New_World_CD_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249472299538931666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnfPlhFX9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ehLZtznIlL4/s320/215px-Songs_for_a_New_World_CD_Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jason Robert Brown: Songs for a New World. (I sing "I'm not afraid of anything" and "I'd give it all for you" in the shower. I can't help myself. another shower pick is: "Come, Come Ye Saints" and "For Good" from Wicked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNne4cBYwyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vF5A1b5O22k/s1600-h/dreamgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249471901853074210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNne4cBYwyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vF5A1b5O22k/s320/dreamgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Dream Girls Soundtrack: I have only seen bits and pieces of the movie but I randomely got the urge to listen to the music and there are a few songs I can't seem to get enough of. "Listen" "I love you, I do" and "And I'm telling you, I'm not going". I realize that everyone had their phases when they were obsessed with this movie. I am just a late bloomer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnfmR7FZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/WM_1jDQfmyM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249472689416267026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnfmR7FZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/WM_1jDQfmyM/s320/images.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. The Very Best of Opera: Yes. I am classy. I was mostly obsessed with this during the summer but I certainly have my moments now. My favorite are the songs sung by the men. Particularly "Nessun Dorma" and "Donna Non Vidi Mai" both by Puccini. I also love "Recitar! ... Vesti La Giubba" by Leoncavallo. This one has me extremely confused. I can never tell if he is crying or laughing in it. My guess is crying. I wonder what he is crying about...if only I knew Italian. And of course the classic, "Rigoletto" by Verdi. This one gets me pumped for the day and reminds me of "Family Man." &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNngaOGaA5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QtBWPUEzQ6o/s1600-h/yogainsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249473581743211410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="223" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNngaOGaA5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QtBWPUEzQ6o/s320/yogainsun.jpg" width="663" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Piano Cascades. It is this amazing CD with the most peaceful music you will ever hear in your life. It is just simple piano compositions with waterfalls and birds in the background. During the summer I would play this CD when I was reading a book outside on the hammock in the backyard and I felt like I was in heaven. But now I put it on when I go to bed and I am literally out before the first song is over. Its amazing! Try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-393072132240475782?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/393072132240475782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=393072132240475782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/393072132240475782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/393072132240475782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-obsessed-are-we.html' title='A Little Obsessed, Are We?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnfPlhFX9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ehLZtznIlL4/s72-c/215px-Songs_for_a_New_World_CD_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-2664160151821422291</id><published>2008-09-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:00:19.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Changes Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow. Wow. Wow. So I haven't posted a blog in ages. I saw a friend today and she reminded me of this fact. So I need to do a little update blog. 2 big changes. #1. I am single and doing fantastic. :) #2. I live in a house now. I will admit, its a little on the ghetto side. We have no air conditioner, but we have swamp coolers. My room is in the attic so its got a little A-frame feel but let me tell you that its seriously the sweetest room ever! We have sky blue SHAG carpet. :) yes. 70's! and everything is wood. Its our own little oasis. When I say our I mean my roommate Vania and mine. Vania is the coolest girl ever. She is from a small island in the Indian Ocean called Mauritius. She speaks 3 languages and is just hilarious and beautiful. We have so much fun in our little attic room! So that is the update on the house. We will be having a house warming party soon so keep your ears and you can come see the house for yourself. :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnW7c5wcLI/AAAAAAAAABY/VMF_lWZDUjk/s1600-h/house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249463157536092338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnW7c5wcLI/AAAAAAAAABY/VMF_lWZDUjk/s320/house1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnW7l0dUKI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-j0VjMWc00/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249463159929786530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnW7l0dUKI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-j0VjMWc00/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-2664160151821422291?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2664160151821422291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=2664160151821422291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2664160151821422291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2664160151821422291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-few-changes-lately.html' title='Just a Few Changes Lately'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SNnW7c5wcLI/AAAAAAAAABY/VMF_lWZDUjk/s72-c/house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-4402722421990171385</id><published>2008-07-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:15:09.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inappropriate shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIoFzjJhm0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0gagzsHxzFE/s1600-h/Wyoming+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226996700683541314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIoFzjJhm0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0gagzsHxzFE/s320/Wyoming+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a beautiful summers eve when Sir Jeff of the house of Harmons and Miss Kate of the house of Stones went to the field of green to play a game of ultimate frisbee with some other lovely folk...when a real problem was presented.  Miss Kate's shirt was inappropriately fitted for an active game of UF. So, the noble Jeff Harmon agreed to wear the awful shirt and give Miss Kate his manly shirt. She was very grateful to this knight in shining armor. Unfortunately, however, the shirt made Sir Jeff look like a "homo" as they say in America... Hence the picture. Miss Kate couldn't ask for a better man....just maybe a "man-lier" one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-4402722421990171385?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/4402722421990171385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=4402722421990171385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/4402722421990171385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/4402722421990171385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/07/inappropriate-shirts.html' title='inappropriate shirts'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIoFzjJhm0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0gagzsHxzFE/s72-c/Wyoming+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-5668157026519443131</id><published>2008-07-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:15:09.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out! Guns are dangerous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIn98NFfKvI/AAAAAAAAABI/xokTdsPiPC4/s1600-h/spring+at+home-jeffCA+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988053286824690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIn98NFfKvI/AAAAAAAAABI/xokTdsPiPC4/s320/spring+at+home-jeffCA+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIn90VoccPI/AAAAAAAAABA/LS0_QboJ4Mk/s1600-h/spring+at+home-jeffCA+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226987918141976818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIn90VoccPI/AAAAAAAAABA/LS0_QboJ4Mk/s320/spring+at+home-jeffCA+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some amazing photos that must be seen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff being a great example!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-5668157026519443131?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/5668157026519443131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=5668157026519443131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/5668157026519443131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/5668157026519443131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/07/watch-out-guns-are-dangerous.html' title='Watch out! Guns are dangerous...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SIn98NFfKvI/AAAAAAAAABI/xokTdsPiPC4/s72-c/spring+at+home-jeffCA+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-429728542147042244</id><published>2008-07-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:19:53.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82fb9541c424fc86" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82fb9541c424fc86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533215%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E2531163F29BAAF49D2535ACE13ADF9254AC150.67C1A76E91767E222B6ADDAEFD5BAD36E33E37D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82fb9541c424fc86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DywxUwyI-5xFcIFrR7FEHcWVULps&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82fb9541c424fc86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533215%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E2531163F29BAAF49D2535ACE13ADF9254AC150.67C1A76E91767E222B6ADDAEFD5BAD36E33E37D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82fb9541c424fc86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DywxUwyI-5xFcIFrR7FEHcWVULps&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video brings me great joy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-429728542147042244?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82fb9541c424fc86&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/429728542147042244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=429728542147042244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/429728542147042244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/429728542147042244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-those-moments.html' title='One of those moments...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-2998877085158614618</id><published>2008-07-07T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:55:47.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/131856033_64ccdf1682.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/131856033_64ccdf1682.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I think it amazing that one day we can be completely distracted by worldly things and what the world tells us that we should want and then one day the Lord gives us a little wake up call...back to reality and reminds us of all that he wants us to do, for others, for him, and for ourselves so that we can become closer to him. That is the way I have felt the last few days. The Lord has given me some reminders that he is still there always helping me even if it seems like my life is going fine and I "dont need him". Its amazing that when we are blessed the most, that we forget that the origin of those blessings is God. I have had such an enlightening week...I can't explain it. I just feel as though I am on my way to gaining a much stronger relationship with the Savior than I ever have in my life. I had some realizations that brought me to these thoughts. I realized that growing up in the church we have focused on the evil in the world and how to avoid it. "Stay away from the EVIL. There is so much out there." But while that is completely true...I think that its much more motivating and inspiring to emphasize instead, how much good and beauty there is in the world. We should inspire others to seek it out. There are so many good and inspiring things in the world that no one in the world could possibly every see/read/listen to it all in one lifetime. The 13th article of faith really hit home for me after I realized this concept. 'If there is anything virtuous, lovely or of good report or praiseworthy, we SEEK after these things.' It is true that these things may not always be right in front of us, like the evil of the media and the world but if we SEEK after those things that are good and true, the darkness of the world around us will be blinded by the light. All we do, everything, is to recieve his spirit, to feel closer to Him, that is the ultimate goal, isn't it? 'That which is of God is light; and he that receiveth light, and continueth in God, receiveth more light; and that light groweth brighter and brighter until the perfect day.' (D&amp;amp;C 50:24) That was President Hinckleys favorite and I can understand why...Tonight as a family we were singing around the piano. One song we sang was totally unplanned but still very touching and beautiful. It was really an awesome experience as we sang this song. Here are the lyrics. At first Chandler, Carli, Summer and I sang it and then my parents and Colton joined in when my grandparents made us sing it again. I think you can understand why it was so touching. It seemed to go perfectly with what I had been thinking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://digital-photography-school.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/light-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keepers of His Light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We were saved for these final days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;and He has blessed us with the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;to follow Him, and remember Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;in a world thats gone astray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;To rise above the darkness thats around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;that we might have His holy light surround us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will stand strong in the presence of our God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;letting virtue garnish every thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will hold on always steadfast in his ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;faithful to the promise we have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;By the way we live our lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;we are the keepers of His light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We believe we're children of a king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;and we will honor him faithfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will lift our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will choose the light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;living lives of purity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We can feel his mighty power inside us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;we know He is reaching out to guide us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will stand strong in the presence of our God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;letting virtue garnish every thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will hold on always steadfast in his ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;faithful to the promise we have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;By the way we live our lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;we are the keepers of His light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-2998877085158614618?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2998877085158614618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557779488740678700.post-2844162234206969750</id><published>2008-07-07T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:15:10.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Pressure: Giving Into Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have always been envious of those people who can keep a blog and update it often with cute stories and great quotes and of course pictures. So here I am...following the crowd. Although I will admit that following the crowd is one of my greatest fears in life, I have been sucked into the latest fad, that is blogging.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SHKcY2WpCpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHrn-T6OAUM/s1600-h/blogging_monkeys%5B1%5D.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220406868797098642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SHKcY2WpCpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHrn-T6OAUM/s320/blogging_monkeys%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557779488740678700-2844162234206969750?l=fateofkate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/feeds/2844162234206969750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557779488740678700&amp;postID=2844162234206969750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2844162234206969750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557779488740678700/posts/default/2844162234206969750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fateofkate.blogspot.com/2008/07/peer-pressure-giving-into-blogging.html' title='Peer Pressure: Giving Into Blogging'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00865943968286702451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1efbmaa1CXw/SHKcY2WpCpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHrn-T6OAUM/s72-c/blogging_monkeys%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
