<?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-3778660087324808465</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:13:40.713-07:00</updated><category term='MY SIS JUST BEING MY SIS'/><category term='OUR SHOW-&quot;O&quot;'/><category term='SIS AND i'/><category term='MY SIS AND MA'/><category term='ME JUST BEING ME'/><category term='FOUNTAIN AT BELLAGIO'/><category term='OUR FANTASTIC BATHROOM'/><category term='THE VIEW TO OUR POOL FROM OUR ROOM AND MOM AND I OUTSIDE TREASURE ISLAND'/><category term='THE GIRL'/><title type='text'>KATS KRAZY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-6936342165578951665</id><published>2010-01-31T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:03:20.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TEMPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; A few years ago my mom and I were driving on the interstate out in the distance there was the Timpanogos Temple. She turned to me and asked me when I was planning on going through to receive my endowments. I told her I don't know. In fact if my memory was right I was a little-miffed. I guess at the time I didn't want to be bothered with it. I was still young (in my eyes) and still had the hope that a gentleman would come along and we would get married there. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433058807107550562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YaMxFz_WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GrBQ7gmxz3A/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't know what was going on in my life. I wasn't doing everything I could to stay on the path... I wasn't committing any large sin but maybe complacency. I just wasn't moving forward. I have had a few good friends I have talked to but none of my answers were fitting. My life wasn't going anywhere... things weren't going as planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in my search for life direction I went to my dad. I love my dad and have always felt like he has had my best intrest in his heart. I had asked him if he thought I was ready to go to the temple. When we started talking he had mentioned marriage and I got a little hurt. I know he wants the best, but at the same time I gotta find a guy to get married to and that just aint happening. But as we kept talking he said something that I can't forget, and sorry something I won't tell you! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went in to talk to my Bishop. I still wasn't totally sure about it, but he said that if the temple was open tomorroe (which was a Monday-temples are closed Mondays) that he would take me than... GREAT! But still my decision and I hadn't totally made up my mind. I don't really know the determining factor, but all I know is that is where I want my life to be headed. I want to keep hold of the "rod" and continue moving in the "right" direction. No matter what where my job leads, or if I do ever find a mate, I wanted to go through the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I originally wanted to go through the Logan temple, but they were closed all during the Christmas season. I also wanted as much as my family there as possible. So I chose the day after by birthday. Jan 8th in the Mt. Timp Temple. The days leading up to it I was told were going to be harder than ever, and that satan was going to try his hardest to discourage me. I would not let him! I was going through this no matter what!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was such a neat experience, one that I will never forget. I love the temple and hope to go back often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-6936342165578951665?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6936342165578951665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2010/01/temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/6936342165578951665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/6936342165578951665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2010/01/temple.html' title='THE TEMPLE'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YaMxFz_WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GrBQ7gmxz3A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-4097410867108946624</id><published>2010-01-31T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:27:51.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YRI9riapI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HezQOXtyR5c/s1600-h/21833_240973197002_501027002_3868578_2912349_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433048846162881170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YRI9riapI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HezQOXtyR5c/s320/21833_240973197002_501027002_3868578_2912349_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YQ4lsmCQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bHliHsoTyBQ/s1600-h/21833_240990057002_501027002_3868603_6066613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433048564846954754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YQ4lsmCQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bHliHsoTyBQ/s320/21833_240990057002_501027002_3868603_6066613_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 27th Birthday to me (and my Bro) on the 7th of Jan! It was such a great day! I decided to take the weekend off work cause I had other things going on and I wanted to be work free. So Thursday I woke up and went to the gym. I know, I know...the Gym??? But I am getting old and need to stay in somewhat shape. A&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YRxbIvUcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vQZec0oZzAI/s1600-h/21833_240990072002_501027002_3868604_1498865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433049541264757186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YRxbIvUcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vQZec0oZzAI/s320/21833_240990072002_501027002_3868604_1498865_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fter that I went home and took a shower. I asked Andrea if she would do my hair cause all I know how to do is straight and curly. But before we did that Andrea Mom and I met for lunch! What an already great day! So Andrea and I left for her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so good with hair-I wish I was that good! But she 3 barreled my hair and it turned out super cute! I waited till Ty and Bray got home so they could wish me a happy birthday and I took off for my own party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful friend Sarah (Rasmussen) had planned this fun night. I really enjoy never acting my age, so she had reserved a room at Pirate Island Pizza. I had invited several friends. I must say it was a total blast. I would do it again in a heart beat. We played games, ate 2 hugh pizzas and my first time ever sang karaoke!! WOW that was fun. I then went home and had cake and ice cream with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly bless with people in my life who love me. They set such great examples of love and compassion for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M 27!&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/3778660087324808465-4097410867108946624?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4097410867108946624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/4097410867108946624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/4097410867108946624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday.html' title='My BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2YRI9riapI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HezQOXtyR5c/s72-c/21833_240973197002_501027002_3868578_2912349_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-4037470522009864689</id><published>2010-01-31T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:19:50.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I know it's been a long time, but I have been busy and not wanting to post. HAHA! But someone told me I should do it cause it's been so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fantastic. We did our usual &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2XJZMEqTuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CUOQ428B2Uw/s1600-h/551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432969960067059426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2XJZMEqTuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CUOQ428B2Uw/s320/551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family traditions... Lights at Thanksgiving Point, Lights in Spanish Fork. I really really enjoy this time with my family. We ride around in the back of the truck freezing and singing and looking at lights. It was especially special this Christmas b/c my Smith Grandparents were down. We talked them into coming down for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems more and more each year that Christmas is becoming more commercialized and we forget the true meaning of it. It's not the gifts, treats (although I like the treats), or any other reason but it's a celebration of the birth of our Savior. His coming into the world and his willingness to become our Savior. I am deeply grateful for is sacrifice and love he has for each one of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that pretty much does it for Christmas... I love this time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for New years I pretty much hung out with friends at a 7 Stake Party. Well, I should've known it was going to be not as fun as anticipated. It was fun, but most everyone stuck to their own wards. Our ward hosted it so we were well represented! I think that was the best part. Sarah (Rasmussen) and I then went back to my house and had a little silly string war and gave my family hugs and kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well one more year down, more expectations not me and more dreams not reached. Some dreams ending abruptly and some...well...just are out of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-4037470522009864689?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4037470522009864689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-and-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/4037470522009864689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/4037470522009864689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-and-new-years.html' title='Christmas and New Years'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/S2XJZMEqTuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CUOQ428B2Uw/s72-c/551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-1812641997584918232</id><published>2009-11-12T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:41:29.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Good Friends</title><content type='html'>So, many people know how much I just love music; how much music is a part of my life. I can't/don't sing, don't play an instrument or anything like that, but I love listening to music. I am a total mood listener too, if I'm angry I usually turn to hip hop/rap, sad I go slow music (country/R&amp;amp;B).. You get the picture. I'm a country lover and will always be, but through the years I have expanded my music love to enclude everything.&lt;br /&gt; So here is why I'm blogging about music-because it can be a life line when you need it the most. I have made some good and bad decisions in my life, but I think recently I'm moving toward the best decision ever-but with this decision I'm feeling the adversary working against me. So, I had a great friend point me to this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith-Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so down&lt;br /&gt;Give it some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be&lt;br /&gt;So hard on yourself&lt;br /&gt;I know the world can be a brutal place&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it steal your smile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the sky is darkest&lt;br /&gt;You can see the stars&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall the hardest&lt;br /&gt;You'll find how strong you are&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rest a while&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long day&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let those tears fall&lt;br /&gt;You gave it your all&lt;br /&gt;That's all you can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes your pride&lt;br /&gt;Crushed on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes a wall to tumble down&lt;br /&gt;For you to see who's gonna stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the sky is darkest&lt;br /&gt;You can see the stars&lt;br /&gt;When you fall the hardest&lt;br /&gt;You find how strong you are&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rest a while&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long day&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets worse before it gets better, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And it takes so much to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're afraid it'll hurt forever&lt;br /&gt;But when all the lights beging to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sky is darkest&lt;br /&gt;You can see the starts&lt;br /&gt;When you fall the hardest&lt;br /&gt;You find how strong you are&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And rest a while&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long day&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greatful for great friends that I am surrounded by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-1812641997584918232?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1812641997584918232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-and-good-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/1812641997584918232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/1812641997584918232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-and-good-friends.html' title='Music and Good Friends'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-7105675927466645450</id><published>2009-10-12T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:04:54.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathrooms</title><content type='html'>So, last weekend we had a girls weekend and went to Denver to see Wicked.  Oh my gosh, I loved it so much!!!  Words can't explain how fantastic it was. I can only say that now i'm totally on the witches side :)&lt;br /&gt; Well, on our way home we had a few bathroom stops.. you know girls and their potties. Well, not quite  sure where we were but I know we were in Utah. It might have been in Price, but we had stopped at a gas station. We all got out and went to the bathroom. All the stalls were taken so I waited for a free one. Well the "BIG" stall opened up and a lady with a green shirt I guess you could call them capris and just SOCKS walked out. I thought just for a second that I didn't hear a flush but put that past my mind and walked toward the stall.&lt;br /&gt; The smells in bathrooms aren't that nice anyway but the closer I walked to this stall the worse it got. I just figued hey everyone poops. Well... this lady pooped BUT SHE DIDN'T FLUSH!! OH GAG!!!  I closed the door and couldn't walk to the toilet to flush it.  I was holding back the gag... I didn't want to be rude because maybe it wouldn't flush on her so I walked into a stall that my mom just walked out of. I was SO MAD!! I couldn't stand it.  I was furious. I started yelling "HOW CAN YOU DO THAT... THAT IS SO DISGUSTING... WHO THE FREAK WALKS INTO A BATHROOM WITH SOCKS ON... WHAT? YOU CAN'T TELL SOMEONE THAT IT DIDN'T FLUSH AND THAT MAYBE THEY SHOULDN'T GO IN THERE?  That was a few of the things that came out of my mouth, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;  I was still fumming when I got in to the car. Really it's just polite to flush and it's ultra polite to tell someone when you didn't flush-you pooped-and maybe they shouldn't go in there. Well after a little while and a few laughs from the girls I eventually relaxed. But I have now come up with the top 5 bathroom no no's&lt;br /&gt;5- Never wear socks into a public bathroom... you don't know what has been on the floor (SHOES ARE A MUST). NO shirt NO SHOES no bathroom use&lt;br /&gt;4- Wash your hands... need I say more that "POOP GERMS"&lt;br /&gt;3-Shut and lock the stall- it isn't only embarrasing for you to be walked in on but also the walker in on too&lt;br /&gt;2- If you need to poop-FLUSH THE TOILET&lt;br /&gt;1- If it doesn't flush-TELL SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Denver in a few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-7105675927466645450?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7105675927466645450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathrooms.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/7105675927466645450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/7105675927466645450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathrooms.html' title='Bathrooms'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-1529997207486602337</id><published>2009-09-30T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:22:20.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in lite of the fact that I haven't done this is a while... I thought that since I was up.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't say that much has happened in the month or so since I have posted. I pretty much do the same things week in and week out. Work. So lets turn our attention to that all so great subject that I love to just talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNUcep1ZlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MFWNK8-AW-0/s1600-h/costco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 99px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387242427506845266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNUcep1ZlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MFWNK8-AW-0/s320/costco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I started Costco in August of 2006. Started as a tire installer in Lehi. Moved to the Orem location as a tire supervisor in April of 2007 (movin up fast). Well over the summer of 07 I was hired to take over the softball program at Orem. Sweet but that would mean I would need to change positions. My awesome whse manager was kind enough to make supervisor moves. So I went to work morning merch (4am) in Jan of 2008. I did till August of 2009- loved getting off early!!! 4am does stink though. Anyway so now I'm on night merch-gotta say working till 10 pm sucks...but there is only one more thing about my job that I hate (other than the time), everything else I love. MEMBERS!!! Here is my oh so little rant about members...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNaCkTo68I/AAAAAAAAAD4/f8IUCJeCCYw/s1600-h/918D10CAQ8PFU5CA58OL9LCALEI0UICA0323KRCAUUYTILCAZU6DX8CAVITRXTCAGSGCIMCAN2B9YDCA901OO0CARKOV1BCAZ98Y14CASYDQ5SCA35XBQMCAA8CMT3CAHFM84GCAVCE52JCAXBO5E6CAEDQ5V6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387248579417533378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNaCkTo68I/AAAAAAAAAD4/f8IUCJeCCYw/s320/918D10CAQ8PFU5CA58OL9LCALEI0UICA0323KRCAUUYTILCAZU6DX8CAVITRXTCAGSGCIMCAN2B9YDCA901OO0CARKOV1BCAZ98Y14CASYDQ5SCA35XBQMCAA8CMT3CAHFM84GCAVCE52JCAXBO5E6CAEDQ5V6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEMBERS=SLOBS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If treat Costco like you treat your house-gross. You pick up the "free" sample (which aren't really free cause WDS still pays for them) and if you accidentally drop the food/spork/paper cup on the ground you just look at it and walk away. Of if you are going to pick up product to purchase and you happen to have the sample garbage in your hand you'll just lay it next to or on top of product that someone else will purchase. OR you just find boxes that employees are trying to move out of the way so you have an easier time shopping; and you just stick your garbage into those boxes. THAT IS DISGUSTING. There are literally 50+ garbages around-find one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUTTING PRODUCT BACK WHERE IT GOES IF YOU DON'T WANT IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have been guility of this before (not gonna lie), but if you put something in your cart you don't want-take the (however many steps) back to where you got it. You wonder why prices can jump? Here is one reason -DAMAGE/DESTROY. It means if you grab "Mixed Berries" (from the freezer) and you don't want them and you're walking by the milk cooler so you figure it would be ok to just set them in there because maybe it's still cool. NO THIS IS A LIE. They will thaw and than we have to destroy that. Which means that goes out of costco money. So-if you don't want something (especially if it is a cold/frozen product) put it back. Or grab an employee to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my last rant of the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOU BUY A MEMBERSHIP-IT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE A JERK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While working in the tire center a few weeks ago, I had to deal with this. I walked up from the shop to help a member with a batters. We were falling behind on the work so it was kinda stressful. I'm not sure how long he had been waiting, but I know it wasn't long. When I asked him how I could help him (in my oh so kind female voice) he snapped and said he needed to switch out his battery. He did have his other battery with him, so I asked him if he found one (again in my oh so kind female voice) and he jumped down my throat and said (and if you would nasal up your mind when you read the next part) "Well you're the battery person aren't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a long story short he had bought the battery years ago, we had changed manufacturers and no longer carried that size or make of battery. Also no warranty left on it cause it had been so long. After all said and done he was a jerk to me when I was oh so polite. As for the reason... just because you buy a membership, it does not give you the right to be a jerk. We are Costco-one of the only places you can return things!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;I really do like my job-there are just things I don't like about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that it all for today, maybe I'll go make use of my time before I head to work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNbB14kttI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jxNV6pbaLLE/s1600-h/IMG_4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387249666467608274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNbB14kttI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jxNV6pbaLLE/s320/IMG_4550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3778660087324808465-1529997207486602337?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1529997207486602337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/1529997207486602337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/1529997207486602337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-in-nutshell.html' title='My Life in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/SsNUcep1ZlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MFWNK8-AW-0/s72-c/costco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-6521638628114211025</id><published>2009-08-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:42:40.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changed Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sn-Ww6VECrI/AAAAAAAAADo/REw46PMQdwk/s1600-h/IMG_6025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175047884409522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sn-Ww6VECrI/AAAAAAAAADo/REw46PMQdwk/s320/IMG_6025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 years ago to this day my life forever changed. I don't remember it because I was so young, but the story I have heard is forever cemented into my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family was down in St. George for the Norris family reunion. My dad had taken us swimming at the hotel pool and we were put down to bed. After we had all been asleep dad went into the bathroom to do his business. Well when he came out he grabbed his head and said "Ooh my head" and than fell to the floor. My mom called over my family and she and my dad went to the hospital. They were later lifeflighted up here to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center. My grandparents brought us up the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a full comprehensive story my mom will have to write it down but for as much as I know a few days had passes and he stroked which now left him without a short term memory. One little thing changed the course of my family. Because of the nature of all of this my dad couldn't hold a jov anymore. He has no orientation to place, date, time or anything that would require the use of a memory. He does still have his long term memory but he carries around a little date pad that he writes down what he needs like numbers, appointments and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom had to go to work full time and for most of my childhood my sister would take care of my bro and me and my dad till we were able to do it for ourselves. It was a very different childhood. Most of my friends dads would work and their moms would be home, but mine was just the opposite. Some times I felt shafted but now looking back I feel blessed. I have a great relationship with my dad. He was able to do so much for me and be there for me when others dads weren't there for them. I did miss my mom being their but I always knew it was something she had to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My moms parents were vital to our family. My mom would call them and tell them when life was getting rough than they would call and ask my dad if he could come up and help them on the farm for a week. That week was a lifesaver for us and especially my mom. They were there through all that my mom had to go through with my dad. They were there when they arrived at the hospital from St. George and they have been an anchor in my mom and dads life. I will forever be greatful for the love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back my life could've been so different than it has been. There are times I wish it was, but I have had a great life thus far and I'm sure there are more great times to come. I love my dad and my mom, they are such an inspiration to me. They are my rock in hard times. I know that I can get through anything cause I know my mom went through the worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3778660087324808465-6521638628114211025?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6521638628114211025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-changed-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/6521638628114211025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/6521638628114211025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-changed-forever.html' title='Life Changed Forever'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sn-Ww6VECrI/AAAAAAAAADo/REw46PMQdwk/s72-c/IMG_6025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-4121619298176560001</id><published>2009-07-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:48:46.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>So went to the dentist today to get work done. The first of three visits that I have. I have a thought... instead of doing a lie detector test just put people on the gas. I bet they would tell you eveything and anything on that stuff: the greatest stuff ever invented. Anyway just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-4121619298176560001?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4121619298176560001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dentist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/4121619298176560001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/4121619298176560001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-2092992037090128388</id><published>2009-07-15T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:54:13.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME JUST BEING ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OUR SHOW-&quot;O&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY SIS JUST BEING MY SIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY SIS AND MA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOUNTAIN AT BELLAGIO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl5BtBJk0AI/AAAAAAAAACY/lG28GXfEUCs/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358792848275984386" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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Big money, big money, big money... no wammies&lt;br /&gt;4. You've been told not to&lt;br /&gt;3. It's bad to just throw away your hard earned money&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the chance of you striking it rich?  1-1,00,00,00? &lt;br /&gt;1. If you don't have any luck anyway, why waste your time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-5582914475840987303?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5582914475840987303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-5-reasons-why-you-shouldnt-gamble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/5582914475840987303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/5582914475840987303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-5-reasons-why-you-shouldnt-gamble.html' title='TOP 5 Reasons Why You Shouldn&apos;t Gamble'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778660087324808465.post-8886267539417724686</id><published>2009-07-15T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:35:51.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to start by telling you of my fun but crazy time in Vegas. I decided about a year ago that it was time for me to exprience Vegas. So after months of dragging my feat I booked the flights, my sister booked the hotel and my mom booked out show.&lt;br /&gt; We got there without a hitch. Than the fun started. We walked seriously about 20 miles. We stayed in the Trump Hotel. And I will never stay in another one down there. The best and nicest one (and not that bad priced). The bathrooms were so nice you didn't want to mess them up. The service was awesome.&lt;br /&gt; Sunday night we had tickets to see "O". Oh my gosh... everyone needs to go see it. It was a acrobatic show that included water. It was breathtaking. Than we gambled till about 2 am. I won 20 $ on blackjack switch...beginners luck.&lt;br /&gt; On monday we made it to see the dolphins and animals at Sigfried and Roy place at Mirage. Cute little baby dolphin. Funny thing-there is a bronze statue of those two guys with a tiger out front of the Mirage and the first few times I would walk by I would think to myself... what is lion king doing over here...I'm so stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt; Anyway mom had to fly back for a meeting monday so Andrea and I decided to go see the blue man group... Which was awesome!!! Than we gambled more. This time I lost about 100$ on real blackjack but won 40 on blackjack switch. So all in all I only lost about 40$.&lt;br /&gt; Than tuesday we did the three rides at the Stratosphere; holy crow. On the big shot that shoots you up in the air I was fine till it dropped than I couldn't get a scream or anything out of my mouth, I was literally speechless for the first time on a ride. Than we did the other two. I got a little sick on the last one that swings you out in a circle over nothing. Than basically did more shopping, walking and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funniest thing was I was riding in a cab back to out hotel after the blue man group and my cell fell out of my pocket in the cab. I wasn't freaked but the great thing was all the help the hotel people did. My phone vibrated a persons tush and the cab driver was eventually able to bring it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778660087324808465-8886267539417724686?l=katkrazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8886267539417724686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/07/las-vegas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/8886267539417724686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778660087324808465/posts/default/8886267539417724686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katkrazee.blogspot.com/2009/07/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176238983157128969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vnn-4sIRFvg/Sl41DmBj6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_1NOzU9ZP74/S220/DSC_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
