tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63364658516073183642024-02-21T21:09:20.343-08:004 Kranz SistersStories from 4 sisters scattered all over the country (sometimes world!)Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-39678412867428844462012-10-25T09:48:00.000-07:002012-10-25T09:48:00.355-07:00Thoroughly Thursdays with Lisa!A Man jumped out of a balloon in space, so I thought it was time for the Kranz Sisters to explore the new frontier of blogging. Video Blog!<br />
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More (better) video blogs will be coming every thursday from the littlest Kranz girl!<br />
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LisaKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-56338699094591321722012-10-09T20:32:00.001-07:002012-10-09T20:32:30.388-07:00Tuesdays with Meghan: A RevivalGreetings, I am here to revive the blog. As sisters we have failed. Failed to post monumental, funny, stupid, insignificant, touching, and other blog worthy thoughts, comments, and events. For this we are terribly sorry. As sister #3 I am going to begin my part in reviving this blog. <i>I, Meghan Kranz, promise to blog each Tuesday. </i>Much like Morrie was famous for Tuesdays, I also, want to be known for Tuesdays.<i> </i>I cannot fix my sisters but I can do my part. Right? Hopefully they jump on my bandwagon. :)<br />
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The last weekend of September was a beautiful weekend. We were all togethers! 1, 2, 3, &4. That was a beautiful moment. I had not realized how long it had been since we had all been together. The weekend was also not planned...it just kind of happened. Katie, asked me to come and be her assistant for her fabulous weekend of 10 year reunion tailgates and gatherings at the Academy. The big tailgater and football game happened to be on Eileen's birthday, so in true Eileen fashion she believed this tailgate to be a 30th birthday party. Mom and Dad were not going to miss an opportunity to be around Academy shenanigans, and Lisa was uninvited to the weekend. She "had to work". Lisa did not obey. She also showed up. So, in rolls the family thinking we are going to have this fabulous weekend of togetherness but Katie has our weekend planned to a T, and Josh was right behind us keeping us in line. It was a fun party...the class of 02 and the entire Kranz family! Of Course! :)<br />
In the end, it was a wonderful weekend. Katie is an amazing party planner. She orchestrated a flawless weekend of Navy fabulousness.<br />
Yay for being together! I love us.<br />
That's all I have for this Tuesday.<br />
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The last 9 months in Afghanistan working for the Rule of Law Field Force with a great group of people.<br />
We're coming home....... Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-21169179177403596152012-03-30T23:34:00.000-07:002012-03-30T23:34:32.323-07:00Katie and Meghan hit Rome, then Katie hits Piedmonte and Garmisch!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKTnOCliNGXnXy--fskwiW2h53rXWMYKMmMtGciheWxtb_cv-WtFN6jJdu1speDa8hWfK9CLBbDpmoSK--0Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-60361295385664375282011-11-17T00:29:00.000-08:002011-11-17T00:32:52.636-08:00Lisa's Musings: You Can't Always Get What You Want<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">This is probably the most perfect song in the world for an actor/singer/dancer. I won’t always get what I want. Does anyone?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The world of Theatre is one of rejection. I know this all too well. I’m fully aware (and fully prepared) to live a life where I’m told no on a daily basis, and auditioning is the bulk of the work I do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I want you all to know: I have lofty goals. I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I’ve chosen the life of a “working actor”, and it will take time and care for me to find my footing. This is totally normal. As soon as I do get that role I wanted and get to do what I love, its all worth it. I love what I do, letting it break my heart 90% of the time is totally worth it. The things that are posted on a call list or cast list do not have any effect on who I am as a person or negate my talent and training level. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I ask you, family and friends, to be patient with me and not to lose hope. I won’t always bring the bad news, no one wants to read a blog about the roles I didn’t get. Even so, I have to be honest. It won’t always be like this.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">-Running my first ½ marathon! (April 12!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">-Sorority Woman of the Year (I’m nominated...The date is TBA!)</span><br />
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</span>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-18389560220616130422011-10-25T19:21:00.000-07:002011-10-25T19:21:35.177-07:00Tuesdays with Meghan: Stuck in a Rut<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple;">Life....is beautiful. It's amazing how through the times when we feel we're at our lowest, God is teaching us things that will bring us to our highest. On September 29th, I had my tonsils removed. Seven days out of school, a struggle for myself, professionally. One Month, no exercise, totally taxing on my body, mentally and physiologically. Meghan is just all off...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple;">I will tell you that even stuck in a rut, the blessings in my life are shinning bright. So many amazing friends have surfaced and been incredible rocks for me, I have a new roommate and I LOVE living with her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple;">God is good. Life is good. Only following HIS will for me will get me out of this rut.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;">You know the summer time is gone now<br />
All the leaves are on the ground<br />
Everything is turning<br />
Stuck in a rut<br />
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You know another year is over<br />
Ad another candle is on the cake<br />
I ain't getting any younger no, no, no<br />
Stuck in a rut<br />
And only you could get me out of this place<br />
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Save me<br />
Give me what I need<br />
I know you can break these chains<br />
And set me free<br />
Save me<br />
Give me what I need<br />
I know you can break these chains<br />
And set me free<br />
Set me free<br />
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You know the wintertime is here now<br />
And my poor heart is freezing up<br />
Keep, keep the fire burning, baby<br />
Stuck in a rut<br />
And only you can melt the pain away<br />
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Wishing you were here<br />
'Cause I can't hold on calm me down when I lie awake<br />
All night long<br />
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You know the summer time is gone now<br />
And my poor heart is freezing up</span></span>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-29573869744098488742011-10-04T14:14:00.000-07:002011-10-04T14:14:20.971-07:00Tuesdays with Meghan: 8 Months in Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwfN2ASoTSWvhrhlHa6h5nnNa7Aw3dLzDp6OFD3yh0SyrfbaQ9jwFKRuApZM9GkNtDwoMkJEv2sTk_XB7ssbAhVauCyDLKiwRrRvqLdK_x4MNnxC7PK3GJoToq1kmKAo7TJ9vMh8SN2aa/s1600/Summer+2011+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwfN2ASoTSWvhrhlHa6h5nnNa7Aw3dLzDp6OFD3yh0SyrfbaQ9jwFKRuApZM9GkNtDwoMkJEv2sTk_XB7ssbAhVauCyDLKiwRrRvqLdK_x4MNnxC7PK3GJoToq1kmKAo7TJ9vMh8SN2aa/s320/Summer+2011+041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello World, Meghan here: The worst of all Kranz sisters at blogging. Call it a lofty goal but I must hold my feet to the fire or I will continue to be the slacker in the crew. Every Tuesday I have dinner with my parents, giving Tuesdays the title "Tuesdays with Meghan". Catchy, corny, whatever, that is what you are getting....Each Tuesday after dinner with my parents I will write to the world, so grab your evening cup of Tea and each Tuesday get ready for "Tuesdays with Meghan". </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So this Tuesday I must catch myself up. 8 Months ago I wrote a post titled "My amazing Class", where as it did tell you lots about my class and their funny antics, it in no way informed you about Me. So I will not attempt to catch you up on 8 Months of my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">August</span></u><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEqHHqtbDbSW9GwMCFQOiV_Mdnwk_MjW94A49PfprprUa9PezbuvsXqIN5MEGt0WgcsHhYiNjt_arUpdQs4EdsKUlIB_MdSjR7GD-DDAei9HOX2LgPbs43G8uksPkR4DkGoW8Eqmmu8Ou/s1600/Summer+2011+422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEqHHqtbDbSW9GwMCFQOiV_Mdnwk_MjW94A49PfprprUa9PezbuvsXqIN5MEGt0WgcsHhYiNjt_arUpdQs4EdsKUlIB_MdSjR7GD-DDAei9HOX2LgPbs43G8uksPkR4DkGoW8Eqmmu8Ou/s320/Summer+2011+422.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sisters Road Trip! Eileen had been in Hilton Head, then drove to Kansas and was with us there all of July! She had to drive back to Boston at some point and so after a trip to Costco and Trader Joes we were ready for a sisters road trip with stops in Saint Louis and New Jersey. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Katie was preparing to go overseas in New Jersey. This was our favorite pit stop on our trip! It was wonderful to see Katie and give her one last send off (She did not actually leave for another month though).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi972Yh6BbY70u17Q87qIafB0jEZ2Rl23u0hok_iU1Rj1UTsToQRLUo0j-EMKYTyuBvN3xChudVJSWFw9whyheNQmN33qHez8VXQoEclAnBxRZHnlvR9_DuLeNzP7YFcmD6y_kYKim7v-FI/s1600/Summer+2011+442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi972Yh6BbY70u17Q87qIafB0jEZ2Rl23u0hok_iU1Rj1UTsToQRLUo0j-EMKYTyuBvN3xChudVJSWFw9whyheNQmN33qHez8VXQoEclAnBxRZHnlvR9_DuLeNzP7YFcmD6y_kYKim7v-FI/s320/Summer+2011+442.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love My life and all those who bless it daily!</span></div></div>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-56701306749149991002011-09-09T10:34:00.000-07:002011-09-09T10:39:55.016-07:00The Manhattan Update--BONUS: Craft project!<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">Happy New School Year! Buckle up, Lalli is a senior.</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">First off, I had a great summer, really absorbing and appreciating everything I love about Manhattan, KS. Like sunflowers!</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">1.) Sorority Recruitment</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">Its hilarious to me that I've been in a sorority for three years. This was my last year of recruitment (or Rush), and I'm going to be sad to say goodbye in May. </span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">Its an exciting week for us, spending 12 hour days working and spending time with the other girls in the house. Our hard work paid off, and we had our best recruitment in 4 years! Sometimes we just need a little stress releif. We're really pretty.</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">2.)Moved for the 3rd and LAST TIME (in Manhattan, anyway)</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47;">I moved three times this summer. I've decided that rather than hating moving with every fiber of my being, I'm going to love moving. I love it. So much. This is my roommate Jenny. We love to move.</span></b><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">1) New format for blogging.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">2) The latest addition to our family.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">3) An outline of posts-waiting-in-the-wings.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">1) First things first. I had this idea for blogging that I saw on a couple other blogs with multiple authors. Not that it's SO hard to alert the world (that is, our 10's of millions of readers....is there anyone here?) of who the "speaker" is, I thought it would be fun to at least TRY to color code the author. So, from now on the color/writer assignments are as follows:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">2) Matt and I celebrated our 2nd wedding anniversary yesterday- I can't believe 2 years have gone by already! Anyways, to celebrate we pulled out all the stops cooking up a delicious meal, complete with tenderloin steaks, a yummy sauce that Matt whipped up, and red bell peppers stuffed with quinoa and red-wine portabellas all paired with Heston Vineyard's 2005 Cabernet. For dessert I baked bacon-bourbon brownies to go with Artiste's Le Bec Sucre. Yes you heard that correctly. Bacon. Bourbon. Brownies. How bad can that be? </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">3) We are behind on the blogs. A mental list I have going of things we need to post about are:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> a) Hilton Head!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> b) Me and Meghan's Road Trip/Visiting Katie</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> c) Lisa moving, starting her senior year!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> d) What am I forgetting? </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-39951506707280151192011-07-13T05:12:00.000-07:002011-07-13T05:12:56.861-07:00The Edge of Glory: Napa Valley StyleEileen here.<br />
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As you all probably by now know, our fearless leader Katie will soon be departing this fair country to defend our freedom in Afghanistan. In the spirit of true patriotism, Katie and I spent 4 days in Napa, California indulging ourselves in fine food, fine wine and of course the spa as a last hurrah before she leaves for a whole year! <br />
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Day 1 (Tuesday): Pedicures! Complete with a crisp chardonnay and cheese platter that included lavender infused honey (because everything is apparently more delicious infused with lavender). Katie selected a classic red color, while I got peer-pressured into the brightest neon pink we have ever seen! <br />
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Day 1 (Evening): Morimoto's tasting menu. The food was incredible, the wine was even better....trust me, when you throw the money at the Omikase menu, the sommalier pays at smidge more attention to your particular pairings....<br />
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Day 2: Early workout to offset the previous evening's indulgence, breakfast in the Concierge lounge followed by a trip to the spa for a relaxing round of body scrubs (there was a point where we were smothered in honey and grapeseeds and wrapped in cellophane.....it was awesome) and facials. Once we were relaxed and rejuvenated, we spent the afternoon poolside with snacks, wine, and a couple of good books<br />
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(Katie's reading about politics, I read social sciencey books, are we surprised?). That evening we had appetizers and Pinot Noir in the lounge, went back to the room to watch a movie. I think that our goal to Go and Be and Stay was a success....we didn't leave the resort all day!<br />
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Day 3: (Thursday): After 2 days of spa relaxation, we finally emerged from our hideout to experience the other offerings of the Napa Valley. Matt came to meet us...he was NOT invited for the first portion of this trip. After a swing by our favorite haunts (Conn Creek and Mumm), we had the pleasure of experiencing the St. Helena bocce league night that our friend Paul is a part of.<br />
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Thursday evening we went to Ana's in St. Helena which is locally famous for its Thursday night Karaoke. We were all set to rock out to Lady Gaga's Edge of Glory, but of course the DJ doesn't have it yet, so we had to fall back on some old favorites (e.g. Total Eclipse of the Heart; Heartbreaker, Holding out for Hero), and my favorite homage to the Navy's most fabulous officer "Take My Breath Away" (I'm talking about Katie here, not Tom Cruise)<br />
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Day 4: To continue our theme of excess and indulgence, Katie, Paul Matt and I went to The Kitchen Door for brunch, and gorged ourselves on fancy flat bread, Kobe Burgers, Bread Pudding etc... no pictures to prove it but the meal was delicious! After a quick swing by Stag's Leap for a tour/tasting (thanks as usual to Paul's connections!), Matt and I had to leave paradise for a dinner with his parents before hopping on a red-eye back to Boston. We left Katie behind to do further damage around Saint Helena and San Francisco with Paul. <br />
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This was possibly the most picturesque 4th of July I could possibly imagine. My friend Whitney and I headed to the little Kansas town of Wamego, about 30 minutes east of Manhattan. Wamego claims itself as the Kansas Town that Miss Dorothy Gail, from the "Wizard of Oz" Hails from. There is even a winery with "Witch in a Ditch" red wine! Naturally, before hitting up the big carnival and parade, We stopped in for some free air conditioning at the "Oz Museum".<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaH0sq2HarlW-A0a4XYjtC6QlYiVWSFfs6cvqfqGJzFFW5ArKzh6q4pTWCtlkvOJhBhyphenhyphenCUQ-ryv3idGIa8gRWxQSpU6JYc_WH-fJmQ_XWvowdRky99_xu2YgdMX4KxOT7QdizlvIynuTN/s1600/DSC01849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaH0sq2HarlW-A0a4XYjtC6QlYiVWSFfs6cvqfqGJzFFW5ArKzh6q4pTWCtlkvOJhBhyphenhyphenCUQ-ryv3idGIa8gRWxQSpU6JYc_WH-fJmQ_XWvowdRky99_xu2YgdMX4KxOT7QdizlvIynuTN/s200/DSC01849.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Museum Hopping. Wamego offers many museums full of things that are very very old, Scary mannequins that look like J.Crew Models, and extensive miniature farms (complete with raisin poop!). Also a giant stuffed buffalo. Welcome to Kansas! <br />
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We got homemade ice cream and brownies....<br />
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Obviously, it was very, very gross. <br />
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Tilt-a-Whirl, new friends, old friends, small town patriotism. I conclude that this 4th of July was, for me, just like a Hayley Mills movie. <br />
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PS. 4 days until HILTON HEAD!!!!! This is how excited I am. <br />
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Love you all! <br />
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LisaKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-17917105310982491422011-06-11T15:37:00.000-07:002011-06-12T08:58:51.337-07:00A Crash Course in Social LoafingDisclaimer: This post is intended to be humorous and entertaining. No offense was intended to any of the mentioned parties.<br />
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As the resident Ph.D in the group, I feel it is my obligation to educate you all on the pitfalls of what we in the world of Social Psychology refer to as "social loafing" and "diffusion of responsibility"<br />
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By definition, according to Wikipedia, (because I'm too lazy to look up a more legitimate source... like the Intro Psych book that's 10 feet away from me. Don't judge, I just ran 13 miles.), social loafing is a phenomenon that occurs when people exert less effort when working in groups than when they work alone. As the number of people in a group increases, people begin to experience what we call "deindividuation," in other words, their role as individual doesn't seem to matter as much, and therefore they will do less work toward the desired goal of the group. Individuals start to feel as though they have less responsibility towards that goal, and will assume that someone else in the group will take responsibility for the necessary actions.*<br />
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Say, for example, you're cooking (on the stove). You have 4 helpers who are all eager to assist you, but also busy with other tasks, and are also well aware that they are a single member of your "helper team". You request (to no one in particular) that someone clarify a pound of butter (because what's better than more butter?). Several minutes later you notice that there is no butter on the stove and your recipe is now ruined. What happened? What most likely happened is that everyone in the room assumed that someone else was taking care of your request, with the end result being that the task was never completed. This phenomenon is the reason why when you get CPR certified, you learn that you must always point to a specific person and ask that THEY call 911. This is also, tragically, the reason we had to learn, as a society, the hard lessons from the case of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Kitty_Genovese">Kitty Genovese.</a><br />
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On a less sobering note, you may be wondering why I am giving you this crash course in social psych? While I'm fairly certain that Meghan's 3rd graders truly are <a href="http://kranzsisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-amazing-class.html">amazing</a>, I highly doubt that that is the most interesting thing going on in the lives of the 4 Kranz Sisters in the last 3 months. <br />
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For example:<br />
1) I know for a FACT that Meghan ran the San Diego Marathon last weekend.<br />
2) I also know that Lisa has written music, recorded a video and posted it on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-QZD4KbpR4&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL)">YouTube</a> <br />
3) I ALSO know that I graduated from grad school for the 9th time and have pictures to prove it.<br />
4) I was also recently informed that Katie has been given orders on her next big international adventure.<br />
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These are just a few tiny morsels of knowledge that I possess about our ever exciting lives. So why has no one blogged? Some might say that we, as a group, are engaging in the aforementioned social loafing, and are experiencing diffusion of responsibility. The only alternative explanations are that a) we are boring. b) we are lazy. c) we are too stupid to type words. <br />
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So, the question I pose to you all now (in the words of Mom): Are we stupid, or lazy?<br />
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Or, in the words of A.A. Milne "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xoVczpf0z4">get out of my chair, dillhole</a>"<br />
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*To any of you readers out there who have more expertise than I in this area (I'm looking at all of you Brandeis-ers in particular), don't judge me if my descriptions are not comprehensive, see my comment about the running. and the 13 miles.Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-47451138981650898752011-03-02T09:53:00.000-08:002011-03-02T09:53:55.865-08:00My amazing class!Just a quick post from me, Miss Kranz.<br />
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Ah! It's state assessment time! I love this time though because I really get to see all my students push themselves and they grow a ton! It's incredible to see! Our theme for state assessments each year is "Rock the Test". We set goals for ourselves, wrote them on paper guitars, and hung them around the classroom! They loved this!<br />
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After state assessments each day, I allow my kids to have free time. They need the break. We were jamming out to some tunes, some kids were dancing, and I took this video! Oh the joy that I find each day in my classroom!<br />
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"I promise you every day your children will learn something. Some days they'll bring it home in their hands. Some days they'll bring it home in their heads. And some days they'll bring it home in their hearts." <br />
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--Valerie WelkKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-1114695223453182732011-02-16T08:34:00.000-08:002011-02-16T08:35:57.898-08:00So much happiness!!!This will be an incomplete story. It was just so wonderful, my brain couldn't contain all the Happy Birthday memories.....<br />
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My friday, February 4th started out innocently as ever. My 9 am class was cancelled. I was thrilled, I had opened my first K-State mainstage show the night before, naturally I was exhausted. In no rush to clean (because my parents weren't coming up until Saturday, my birthday) So I bummed around my dirty house, took Amadeus for a walk, went to my favorite coffee shop for a cup of coffee and reading. Nice, relaxing morning before my afternoon classes and my show that evening.<br />
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I got an unusual text message from my father at 2:00, while sitting in Theatre history.<br />
"hi lia. on our way." Oh Dad texting. He must be confused on his new smartphone.<br />
"On your way WHERE?!" I was panicked.... My house was a mess, I had class until 4:30, so no time to go home and clean up before they arrived.<br />
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Oddly enough, my Roommate, Lauren, didn't seem panicked about this at all. (out of her personality. Typically she would be panicked and upset that I was SO disorganized not to know when my parents were coming....) Turns out...she was in cahoots with Meghan and had known for a month that this was happening. I'm now afraid of how good a liar my roommate is. <br />
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Somehow, I got the house cleaned and I got showered by 5:00. Mom and Dad came over, always glad to see them, and after about 15 minutes, In walked Eileen and Matt......!? Of course, Meghan had a video camera and was recording my reaction to this. Katie is a terrible liar and tried to convince me (via text) that she had no idea any of this was going on, but when I walked out after the show, there she was in Nichols Theatre Lobby. Oh Katie.<br />
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The next day was a typical Kranz vacation day. By typical I mean we went on a dramatically long walk up until we had an hour before we needed to be somewhere. Dinner at Olive Garden was lovely. Wine and a martini later, The sisters left my phone number for the waiter (we later established that only works ONCE in your life), and after the show headed out to Aggieville, the notorious K-State Bar district. All of my friends loved my sisters ("4 Lisas?!")("Now I understand how Lisa happened....")<br />
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This is the point where I don't know what happened anymore. Another sister must pick up the story from here. Its probably funnier from their perspective....<br />
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Also, I'll point out that there are no photos from this because "new" facebook has blocked people form lifting photos from the site. Blame facebook for the lack of photography. Another sister took pictures, I'm sure of it. <br />
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Love,<br />
LisaKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-69953946619915366472011-01-30T19:05:00.000-08:002011-01-30T19:05:06.758-08:00Joe Kranz is......The most interesting man in the world....<br />
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Champagne ages 20 years instantly when he walks into a room. <br />
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Clams and quahogs climb out of Wickford cove whenever Uncle Joe throws a clambake at FishCamp just so they can attend the party.<br />
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UNCLE JOE is.....the most interesting man in the world.<br />
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A) This is Eileen.<br />
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2) It has been a while since I have blogged. I wish I could go all Hyperbole and a Half (hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com) on you guys and post a fantastic hand drawn picture of myself looking forlorn over the fact that I am remiss in my blogging responsibilities. That being said, why not give it a try: <br />
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d) The following paragraphs will consist of one recent and major event in the lives of the Kranz family. (Warning: This will contain a demonstration of my superior photography skills).<br />
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So now that we have that out of the way.... 2 Fridays ago I flew into Baltimore for the Army/Navy game. At the risk of blatantly exaggerating, I will say that the weekend was easily one of the most legendary weekends in the Kranz Family history. Upon arriving at BWI, I was picked up by Kate, Meghan and Dad (both of whom had blown in from Kansas (not a typo) the night before. We went to lunch near the Inner Harbor at the Cheesecake Factory, and noshed on some appetizers and beer while waiting for Uncle Joe to show up! Once he arrived, Katie, Meghan and I departed from them to go run errands to get ready for the big day. Dad did not want to go to Dallas so he stayed with Joe and went to the USNS COMFORT Christmas Party instead. WE on the other, WENT TO DALLAS, and it was fun. First stop: Town Hall to pick up the Keg and a smattering of other tailgater necessities (read; more beer, rum, peppermint schnapps). The Pathfinder was already super full, but that did not stop us from our NEXT errand: Sam's Club. At this point Katie was beginning to feel the weight of the burden of being in charge of the Class of 2002 tailgater, especially when the hamburger buns filled up a third of the shopping cart and we still had Eleventy Billion more things on the list.<br />
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Eventually we made it through Sam's, managed to jam everything in to the car and made it back to the house by 10pm (via Travis' for the giant stock pot for chili and a couple Dark and Stormies...). By 1am Meghan and Katie had the car packed, Eileen had successfully busted out a massive vat of chili and buffalo dip (while finishing off a bottle of Gainey Cabernet...). Don't be fooled by this picture, the venture of the evening did NOT actually kill Meghan:<br />
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</tbody></table>Alarms went off at 6am. We needed to be on the road by 6:30. Coffee, showers, primping (you need to look fabulous for Army/Navy).... out the door by 7:00- not bad! We swung by Wawa to pick up coffee and off to Philly we went! No pictures from this part of the morning. ... even the best photographers have to respect the fact that the wee hours are no time for pictures.<br />
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We arrived at the parking lot around 10am and began a whirlwind tailgater set up, complete with MASSIVE grill, Blimp, mimosas, breakfast burritos and hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps. <br />
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Needless to say the tailgater was a HUGE success:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vince tried to drink the buffalo dip with a straw (a spoon was more successful...) </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Fellow Party Planners</td></tr>
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Uncle Joe and Dad showed up around 10:30, at which point the party really started.<br />
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Skip and Sue Dirren arrived on the scene to say hi with their daughter Missy (who used to babysit us in Virginia Beach!) <br />
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At 2pm it was finally time to go into the game. Football was played, Navy won (!!), photography was made: <br />
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After the game of course everyone was in the mood to celebrate, so we headed back to the site of the tailgater and continued to party into the night. Our new Boston friends came back with us and joined in for a rousing round(ssss) of Flip Cup, which Dad and Uncle Joe took part in too, amazing! This was a life changing moment. Dad played flip cup.<br />
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Finally around 8 the cops came around and told us we had to close up shop... which means we spent wellllll over an hour CASUALLY cleaning up the party. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Question: How do you extinguish a parking lot bonfire?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Answer: the Keg.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>At this point the fact that we had been "celebrating" for 12 hours was beginning to sink in. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back in Annapolis... crashed out at the Westin bar. (reiteration of the Dead Meghan theme)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All in all, it was a weekend for the books. Beat Army!!!</td></tr>
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In Conclusion, the above blog posting covered the following points: a) I am Eileen. 2) I blogged. d) we went to the Army/ Navy Game. This blog was intended to be both informative and entertaining. Title of the blog... Naive expression of football..... Modulation and I hold a high note!Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-30667529896031364782010-12-14T12:19:00.000-08:002010-12-14T12:19:00.390-08:00Rock Me Amadeus.....I haven't blogged a whole lot about my life. Everyone knew I went to Hawaii, etc. Sometimes I feel my actual life here in Manhattan is a Mystery to some people. New years resolution...I'll work on that.<br />
I live with my very good friend Lauren Michelle Perez. We bonded my freshman year when she was my theatre mentor, and we make the best roommates. Its really a perfect system. Our townhouse apartment is so cute, and we really are having all the fun. More pictures to come...someday.<br />
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A few months ago, Lauren brought up to me that she wanted to get a dog. Since she is graduating in May, her philosophy is that she doesn't want to move alone. So after much deliberation, she bought a Siberian husky and named me its second mother. Meet Amadeus, my new roomie.<br />
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Meet Amadeus. (Ami for short) He is 8 weeks old, and I named him when I was doing my Music Theory homework. He is very well behaved (he's almost entirely housebroken already!)<br />
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This is the weirdest dog I have ever met. He hates puppy treats (We're training him with soynuts, its how I got him to sit still for these pictures), and when we first got him, he didn't eat until we lured him to the puppy chow with sweet and sour sauce.<br />
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Anyway, He's my new little love, and check out those blue eyes! He's so pretty...I love living with him...even when he tried to chew on my slippers. <br />
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Happy Tuesday!<br />
Love,<br />
The littlest KranzKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-1687699586964412052010-12-06T19:57:00.000-08:002010-12-06T19:57:38.373-08:00I feel Kenyan...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecdBrYyYUl-jKseSTeAPL1TQ3kCqm3U_8tHtRuhBGpKy9OecyYAVjsu4MgRUWNkn0Vl8KNhuLJxtRhvHXn8lz3Lys9OTXI61fCqChzQc6v-mTlyp0Aw4Z1OqGSVMWvezDEbAb3IhH4QyD/s1600/TX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecdBrYyYUl-jKseSTeAPL1TQ3kCqm3U_8tHtRuhBGpKy9OecyYAVjsu4MgRUWNkn0Vl8KNhuLJxtRhvHXn8lz3Lys9OTXI61fCqChzQc6v-mTlyp0Aw4Z1OqGSVMWvezDEbAb3IhH4QyD/s320/TX.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So in all my recent running I've been consistently running 9:40-10:00 miles. I could never get over the hump. I've always wanted to run a half marathon in 2:00:00 and have never quite been able to. Well, not counting half of my whole marathon. I did the first split in exactly 2:00:00. Where that came from I have no idea. Two weeks after that I did a half and did it in 2:05:23. <br />
Well I actually made myself do speed work and it paid off! <br />
I went to Dallas this weekend (with some fabulous friends) to run the Dallas White Rock 1/2. My only goal was to do it in under 2:00:00 even if that meant doing it in 1:59:59. :) Well I pushed myself and cranked it out in 1:59:33! Average 9:06 minute mile! Yipee!!!!Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-8896023311474380082010-11-28T17:16:00.001-08:002010-11-28T18:10:20.201-08:00Give Thanks, with a greatful heart...The past two weeks for me have been filled with fun, friends, family and Many blessings!<br />The Month of November was really my first month since Marathon life, eating like a bird, and other schedule swallowing things, that I have had free weekends to go out and spend time with my friends! I had my first glass of wine since April! Needless to say...I'm a bit of a light weight... :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildIzhV-tVu28D9QRGNLM4hxSPwOJhxiujKg6tpWFdcw-vbjqv-BuATaEanzn-OtYk6C3IgitiX2SWNR-PX2uOyfVOyk-v0FuhCu4w0F1GEWc559ICb8MIxeqqycTfK7R-6YQjIBxe_GIX/s1600/358.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildIzhV-tVu28D9QRGNLM4hxSPwOJhxiujKg6tpWFdcw-vbjqv-BuATaEanzn-OtYk6C3IgitiX2SWNR-PX2uOyfVOyk-v0FuhCu4w0F1GEWc559ICb8MIxeqqycTfK7R-6YQjIBxe_GIX/s320/358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544782618267531058" /></a>My friends have been incredible through everything. It's so fun to get to go out with them now and relax...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Molly and I even decided to have a super improptu, spontaneous pot luck dinner, last weekend. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dCDMXN-hAU5rFsYLWK9bQJRzQeiCho5jpaKfBFENkVTvmr_WdYru-uQuMzs7kq1wduy8H0mauWTffzUOpSobQmJV3X7c4nkpnbUXNoDSZcaXgq9_UFhlRSUUsNUzIMq3Capq_euBoLP8/s1600/383.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dCDMXN-hAU5rFsYLWK9bQJRzQeiCho5jpaKfBFENkVTvmr_WdYru-uQuMzs7kq1wduy8H0mauWTffzUOpSobQmJV3X7c4nkpnbUXNoDSZcaXgq9_UFhlRSUUsNUzIMq3Capq_euBoLP8/s200/383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544783354623200226" /></a>In two hours we had the house ready with 8 people expected to attend our dinner. As we were preparing the meal we decided we should be wearing aprons (compliments of Molly's large collection).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1aoh6Gpt-P-T5mxGrfC0hdcHabc-vXmU5pIIkXK3Pb9Jn1A0uOVPyqKqiopxUsdDnn_H3mEMSYkNkRg-aI9psgAxLxDRCf50pfvGQ4pm4JxKY3-rKPLUnj6wrOCJiWJ4wRKuqRG_Eh-x/s1600/384.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1aoh6Gpt-P-T5mxGrfC0hdcHabc-vXmU5pIIkXK3Pb9Jn1A0uOVPyqKqiopxUsdDnn_H3mEMSYkNkRg-aI9psgAxLxDRCf50pfvGQ4pm4JxKY3-rKPLUnj6wrOCJiWJ4wRKuqRG_Eh-x/s200/384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544783749320891538" /></a> When the boys arrived they felt slighted and wanted aprons of their own. What troopers...they wore them all evening.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last week my students did presentations over their expedition on their community of Edwardsville. When their original audience from another elementary school cancelled on us we rallied together and put together a new presentation. The presentations were put on for the mayor, superintendent, newspaper, and every grade level in the school.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEmHx76VvjqxNV1bb4BI_NyGhyphenhyphenbSmjhDnd__HlsZGgcqldTa-4FdRBkrLgexX_u9fljleZdOr5ClijGC5P8GiTniBM3vIlrukE3AC_NpNkmAgDvUWa8Q1wI535UmRz4lI5Jq6PiZG35XR/s1600/416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEmHx76VvjqxNV1bb4BI_NyGhyphenhyphenbSmjhDnd__HlsZGgcqldTa-4FdRBkrLgexX_u9fljleZdOr5ClijGC5P8GiTniBM3vIlrukE3AC_NpNkmAgDvUWa8Q1wI535UmRz4lI5Jq6PiZG35XR/s320/416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544785787112644226" /></a> It was pretty amazing when they put their work all together. Great displays of their incredible learning. So proud!<br /><br />Finally it was Thanksgiving break. Sad, that I would not be in Rhode Island I was still excited to be home for Thanksgiving. <br />Dad, Lisa, and I ran the Thanksgiving day race. Day was the fastest in his age group...as usual! I had a personal Record. 5k in 26:17. I was pretty excited. My speed work has paid off. Now lets see if I can do the half next weekend in under 2 hours! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug-WpZljPdNPzDCpACsks1qPZCuRqR1CQJoqdQ-CvjAag3sIx4-isK-drwddIlAq_bOg3J-YPuxe2iXwHOS_7Nk7JauhI3246rJcqyE9iFoc0bLql3P0Gg9cyVhWBSxMBk2TKHdOjUgZY/s1600/449.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug-WpZljPdNPzDCpACsks1qPZCuRqR1CQJoqdQ-CvjAag3sIx4-isK-drwddIlAq_bOg3J-YPuxe2iXwHOS_7Nk7JauhI3246rJcqyE9iFoc0bLql3P0Gg9cyVhWBSxMBk2TKHdOjUgZY/s320/449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544787006866810114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRuPpcnYjlnDLJHy_STT87yIoqSukNIzt09hcrU7VnDrNcJw1yO3GNKqAAS5rUG3mF5oKuwoZXlI1aWZB586iivelUOY9LzeSj8rVxQ_MYxZiFXE9RoN9QqcjgEJudGT27mLA728RfT5k/s1600/448.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRuPpcnYjlnDLJHy_STT87yIoqSukNIzt09hcrU7VnDrNcJw1yO3GNKqAAS5rUG3mF5oKuwoZXlI1aWZB586iivelUOY9LzeSj8rVxQ_MYxZiFXE9RoN9QqcjgEJudGT27mLA728RfT5k/s320/448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544786993178503474" /></a><br />We had a wonderful meal, just the four of us, and then had friends over to play games! It was a lovely Thanksgiving....and yes...I enjoyed a small piece of pumpkin dessert! <br />The Thanksgiving weekend ended with an evening with friends, ice skating at crown center! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuM6jeowXthoPRNIeIMtuEZFeEhgAr9nJg99AXoYoHJrpPtFQCUreOdHHnbr333NxVs2mKeyZkQTxUeOCGGpHSh8caD0-AOrVxT2_WFeyoTS0vWtQIPWSYDZ-8YmUThyhatLfYs94DVSK/s1600/454.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuM6jeowXthoPRNIeIMtuEZFeEhgAr9nJg99AXoYoHJrpPtFQCUreOdHHnbr333NxVs2mKeyZkQTxUeOCGGpHSh8caD0-AOrVxT2_WFeyoTS0vWtQIPWSYDZ-8YmUThyhatLfYs94DVSK/s320/454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544788048366950386" /></a><br />The holiday season has officially begun....and I AM EXCITED! God is so good and I could not be more thankful, or feel more blessed!Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-77703996390341210202010-11-15T08:27:00.000-08:002010-11-15T08:46:18.228-08:00A Marriage of Donuts and MuffinsEileen here. Of all the fall baked goods that I have concocted in the last few months, the one that stands out as the most additively delectable would have to be The Donut Muffin. It's not very autumn-y, not an ounce of pumpkin in sight (thought that WOULD be good... challenge acCEPted!), although I did take it upon myself to add 2-3 times more cinnamon than this recipe call for. <br /><br />For your viewing/baking pleasure:<br /><br /> Donut Muffins:<br /> * 1 3/4 cup flour<br /> * 1 1/2 tsp baking powder<br /> * 1/2 tsp salt<br /> * 1/2 tsp nutmeg<br /> * 1/2 tsp cinnamon<br /> * 1/3 cup vegetable oil<br /> * 3/4 cup sugar<br /> * 1 egg<br /> * 3/4 cup milk<br /><br />For the topping:<br /><br /> * 1/4 cup butter<br /> * 1/3 cup sugar<br /> * 1 Tbsp cinnamon<br /><br />Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and spray a muffin pan with cooking spray. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and spices. In another medium bowl, stir together the oil, sugar, egg, and milk.Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and stir just until combined. Spoon the batter into the muffin pan and bake 15 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. While the muffins are baking, melt the butter. In a small bowl, whisk together the cinnamon and sugar. When the muffins are done, carefully remove them from the pan. While they are still warm, dip each one first into the melted butter, and then in the cinnamon-sugar to coat. Allow to cool a few minutes before serving.<br /><br /> (Adapted from http://sugarcrafter.net)<br /><br />In other news, my new job at Mt Holyoke College is amazing! I love my classes, my co-workers, my office and my view! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ssVRLgDJYgJDdW-fYuG0r5NbkZNqWMgfy3SjUJA3MEST9iQa5hjb9ay_HjwfJRkUejZViKHMzmHp3BSb8fFVdLD_K3nsCsqiHvSYBQkDaV8p_iuXdu5zhK1CvhD5lbCVPX4ZIre-3ZZp/s1600/P1000939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ssVRLgDJYgJDdW-fYuG0r5NbkZNqWMgfy3SjUJA3MEST9iQa5hjb9ay_HjwfJRkUejZViKHMzmHp3BSb8fFVdLD_K3nsCsqiHvSYBQkDaV8p_iuXdu5zhK1CvhD5lbCVPX4ZIre-3ZZp/s400/P1000939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539815910340411058" /></a><br /><br /><br />The only downside is that the college is 90 miles away from Waltham, so I drive out there on Monday mornings and don't come back till Thursday evening. The upside to this downside is that the Hills have generously allowed me to stay in their guest house "The Barn" in East Longmeadow, which cuts down on my commute time by about 2 hours per day! This set up has also taught me to not take my time with Matt for granted, and I always get really excited to drive home on Thursdays! With all the driving I've been doing these last few months, Zippy (aka The Plum), my trusty Honda Civic recently rolled over to 100,000 thousand miles! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFHNKlZuJwVBKhkl50jH6A_axYGIKuVEr3iBORp0asSzAMbifeSCWkPBAjV_v7A74FGX-8unTGG68WKht9dBWie5OMs8L8MwuW60BKHU02JUSGKv8ia6fxmZHHzH4gMsDu29Ky71JNJpx/s1600/P1000946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFHNKlZuJwVBKhkl50jH6A_axYGIKuVEr3iBORp0asSzAMbifeSCWkPBAjV_v7A74FGX-8unTGG68WKht9dBWie5OMs8L8MwuW60BKHU02JUSGKv8ia6fxmZHHzH4gMsDu29Ky71JNJpx/s400/P1000946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539817965476698418" /></a><br /><br />Also, I had to inform Matt that since this is a) my dream job, and b) in the most beautiful part of Massachusetts, he may want to consider a post-doc or faculty job our here once he graduates. I mean, I picked out our future house and everything, so how can he argue? <br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEYuoEG4depOmO67YP77gY2A2ZuhdqGSmKaaPmzTKH7sN58_0TRCiCOoFb9ymTRZ6honfVk73bv6hpVjJYKk47VqLJPbHuZvpZX2QT6v0ywpxKsIz7bY3_-Qte8dq9wv-8GdUZZ1mPNrF/s1600/P1000938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEYuoEG4depOmO67YP77gY2A2ZuhdqGSmKaaPmzTKH7sN58_0TRCiCOoFb9ymTRZ6honfVk73bv6hpVjJYKk47VqLJPbHuZvpZX2QT6v0ywpxKsIz7bY3_-Qte8dq9wv-8GdUZZ1mPNrF/s400/P1000938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539817565182630386" /></a>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-13704703364357603022010-11-11T14:47:00.000-08:002010-11-11T15:26:18.871-08:00In honor of Veterans Day...<div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><TR VALIGN="MIDDLE"><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topleft2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: bottom;"></td><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-top2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: middle;"> Johnny Cash/Marty Robbins - Song of the Patriot .mp3</td><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topright2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: bottom;"></td></TR><TR VALIGN="MIDDLE"><TD WIDTH="16" style="width: 16px;background-image:url(http://beemp3.com/player/left-ltrow2.gif);"/> </TD><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/light2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;vertical-align: bottom;"><embed class="beeplayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:24px;width:290px;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="290" height="24" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playerID=1&bg=0xCDDFF3&leftbg=0x357DCE&lefticon=0xF2F2F2&rightbg=0x64F051&rightbghover=0x1BAD07&righticon=0xF2F2F2&righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&text=0x357DCE&slider=0x357DCE&track=0xFFFFFF&border=0xFFFFFF&loader=0xAF2910&soundFile=http%3A//pawsawhileonline.com/images/01_Song_of_the_Patriot.mp3"></embed> <img style="padding:0;border:0;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://beemp3.com/player/logo_small.gif"/> </td><TD WIDTH="16" style="width: 16px;background-image:url(http://beemp3.com/player/right-ltrow2.gif);"/></TD></TR><TR><TD WIDTH="16"><IMG style="padding:0;border:0;" SRC="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomleft2.gif"></TD><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-bottom2.gif);background-repeat: repeat-x;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;vertical-align: top;text-align: center;padding:0;border: 0;margin:0;">Found at <a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=5860105&song=Song+of+the+Patriot">bee mp3 search engine</a></TD><TD WIDTH="16"><IMG style="padding:0;border:0;" SRC="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomright2.gif"></TD></TR></table></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUm1-whSB7C0iUTFbvBbv0YkfLxauTOWRVCR4oi4UhqUx4Js2LzODwFdL3_HbDqizEwS3YaSqhEdBaZkFApTDBCpceWDycVmzqbibk0Pnnfr0SFaad6DE70saqOTNxRXwOdmcZHY7Fi-Po/s1600/HAWKEYE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUm1-whSB7C0iUTFbvBbv0YkfLxauTOWRVCR4oi4UhqUx4Js2LzODwFdL3_HbDqizEwS3YaSqhEdBaZkFApTDBCpceWDycVmzqbibk0Pnnfr0SFaad6DE70saqOTNxRXwOdmcZHY7Fi-Po/s400/HAWKEYE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538433110769615650" /></a><br /><br />I just wanted to say how much I appreciate what the men and women who are serving our country sacrifice for our safety. No matter what the turmoil within our country is politically, there have always been that choice few people who are willing to step up, put their lives on the line, and defend our freedom. I am proud to have two of them in our family. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZAZpW9RMB5NjBK4b8ME086ao89gFZRe990EpA0HsMXWChbqHgwbfvS_f8Pa0pVNbYPNLzmC9hAz5pzVhyphenhyphenPnNRb-K40ssN6opkmdXkk3Ch0DkkobZ8DAKBEQIRm7xSxJZR__j1ZmDANg4/s1600/dad+and+baby+kate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZAZpW9RMB5NjBK4b8ME086ao89gFZRe990EpA0HsMXWChbqHgwbfvS_f8Pa0pVNbYPNLzmC9hAz5pzVhyphenhyphenPnNRb-K40ssN6opkmdXkk3Ch0DkkobZ8DAKBEQIRm7xSxJZR__j1ZmDANg4/s400/dad+and+baby+kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538432578154057026" /></a><br /><br />I Love you both, Katie and Daddy. Thanks for everything you do. <br /><br />Love,<br />LalliKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-29845584573498726232010-11-01T19:24:00.000-07:002010-11-01T20:19:01.668-07:00I usually hate this Holiday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzULwTeC3U1m_5UyO1V6hC_jloKCP-ZIqSl44ls9AxSv0rc3mCsYgMMSSophQq1z9JYBd91AQjKlva2IuWEzlem4i9x9_TdGbjcwgkxKOCB3SrlVkv-bj1caWv6CQfX6dYkOXtJc7v7aF0/s1600/DSC03974.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzULwTeC3U1m_5UyO1V6hC_jloKCP-ZIqSl44ls9AxSv0rc3mCsYgMMSSophQq1z9JYBd91AQjKlva2IuWEzlem4i9x9_TdGbjcwgkxKOCB3SrlVkv-bj1caWv6CQfX6dYkOXtJc7v7aF0/s320/DSC03974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534782445985435858" /></a><br />So I'm usually a huge grinch when it comes to Halloween. I hate the costumes peo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY36roaFeJSPK7X6Yd-Nj9m488mu89hofOzuy9Qd0zcGYTAQP_Diiv9iNJmnXEM8dEepkC_C7XIVUeeu8cBenf9XAdjUh3drXdkTaeiWB_PhJsNjAkE09Xxi1apN7RPkRnc8Z0qQo3kGbh/s1600/DSC03969.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY36roaFeJSPK7X6Yd-Nj9m488mu89hofOzuy9Qd0zcGYTAQP_Diiv9iNJmnXEM8dEepkC_C7XIVUeeu8cBenf9XAdjUh3drXdkTaeiWB_PhJsNjAkE09Xxi1apN7RPkRnc8Z0qQo3kGbh/s320/DSC03969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534783141131842802" /></a><br />ple come up these days and everyone always annoys me.... Well this year was different.<br /><br />My Halloween weekend began on Friday at school. My third grade teammate and I dressed up as things 1 & 2 from the Cat in the Hat. The kiddos loved it! It was such fun do be a dork with my team mate all day! We got a note from one of the students thanking us for dressing up. She said she had never had a teacher dress up and it was so fun for her...and that is why I love my job!<br />Then we had Halloween parties at school. Crazy but such fun! My students were so cute in their outfits! One kid was jar of Pickles! I had to take a picture...How did she know about my relationship with pickles!?!<br /><br /><br />So after the crazy school day was over I hopped in the car and traveled five hours to visit James! It's been two years of him up there in Law school and I've been a horrible best friend and I've never gone to visit. James loves dressing up for Halloween and call it coincidence but this year he decided to be a penguin! (For those of you who don't know James and I....we LOVE penguins. We've always shared this bond)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMc49QC3iwLJfcEPPSYM8NvZwsGX-jOuSJrAr6IKdFU_hQMueW8TkBL0RK4Up8S_UO8lKylSf7HUCuGQspEJIGoz6624wRXYQrOO0wqHaH2kt6MF5-5fKjIlMZa0dEFY3I0ovZn63TRGR/s1600/DSC03976.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMc49QC3iwLJfcEPPSYM8NvZwsGX-jOuSJrAr6IKdFU_hQMueW8TkBL0RK4Up8S_UO8lKylSf7HUCuGQspEJIGoz6624wRXYQrOO0wqHaH2kt6MF5-5fKjIlMZa0dEFY3I0ovZn63TRGR/s320/DSC03976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534783973664924402" /></a><br /><br />James and I went to Law school fun events with friends! I, for the first time, enjoyed Halloween festivities. I did however enjoy looking at all the undergrads in constumes...I forgot that when dressing up for Halloween you don't actually wear a lot of clothing in college. I was supposed to be a slutty penguin...silly me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3XK5112ouzweufZxPLqAR2ER8O9JWVHxRjJXdCsj_lsUEz1AvmCuheyt-Vc8br2ERqTZvV9Bw9Yg-Br8s23JOSRDlW1ymi8ZxPc_GIwCRGYXLAulMN-jFOxTuggUX4yuajv_GzIOJ7yE/s1600/DSC03977.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3XK5112ouzweufZxPLqAR2ER8O9JWVHxRjJXdCsj_lsUEz1AvmCuheyt-Vc8br2ERqTZvV9Bw9Yg-Br8s23JOSRDlW1ymi8ZxPc_GIwCRGYXLAulMN-jFOxTuggUX4yuajv_GzIOJ7yE/s200/DSC03977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534784536089662754" /></a><br />Saturday Morning I woke up and took myself on a beautiful run through the Campus and University of Iowa!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sHwJl9NYuK-JLP4McEwZslKcHDC0b7pPW7zkYNUI-UEAzeOFmt2v99yKoXbJ94LTn2Zf601_8E2x7oSrsKtRWe3XjJiUuucu_fPHXFjd4M2ldkmfYKCV3XWhutZFiKxUqv9QHDb8F45n/s1600/DSC03978.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sHwJl9NYuK-JLP4McEwZslKcHDC0b7pPW7zkYNUI-UEAzeOFmt2v99yKoXbJ94LTn2Zf601_8E2x7oSrsKtRWe3XjJiUuucu_fPHXFjd4M2ldkmfYKCV3XWhutZFiKxUqv9QHDb8F45n/s200/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534785223945695298" /></a><br /> James and I then joined up with his Law School friends for a pre game tailgate and then went the football game! James rocked the penguin costume the whole day! :) I was dressed up as a hawkeye fan for the day! :) What a great game though!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLqBpdSD07wUIp_BtX1CYTMkDoTubmDaeSZvndNPBFQ-3XwoE-Wm22aHjKwN4AzbY4ez0ftgz7GWHIIPD2Ne_g6Sn5ZDoFYXxDyaH67ETUBkw1wc27rb8tJJIxD0U3wwI3R_LPKBu1Otp/s1600/DSC03981.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLqBpdSD07wUIp_BtX1CYTMkDoTubmDaeSZvndNPBFQ-3XwoE-Wm22aHjKwN4AzbY4ez0ftgz7GWHIIPD2Ne_g6Sn5ZDoFYXxDyaH67ETUBkw1wc27rb8tJJIxD0U3wwI3R_LPKBu1Otp/s320/DSC03981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534785732609013138" /></a><br /><br />Saturday night, James and I were beat from going going going. We enjoyed a relaxing dinner at a restaurant on the water, then went for a walk, rented a movie, and went home! It was the perfect relaxing evening. Just spending time together like old times! It was wonderful!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjMO7teO8Z2WU-gOmMPjisHbAmDePXiN7phN1RIZdB-c8nJlcOCKSO5uL7dz-QDw2VY0RdcZYxGZBIXm9MslEhniHFJslCfJR0Cxkjn6Yj3ccHA0TNwCgx5IYgsdJtN9xkhDHqu1WExNu/s1600/DSC03989.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjMO7teO8Z2WU-gOmMPjisHbAmDePXiN7phN1RIZdB-c8nJlcOCKSO5uL7dz-QDw2VY0RdcZYxGZBIXm9MslEhniHFJslCfJR0Cxkjn6Yj3ccHA0TNwCgx5IYgsdJtN9xkhDHqu1WExNu/s400/DSC03989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534786250482904946" /></a><br />I left Sunday morning. Driving home I could only smile, for multiple reasons:<br />1. I had an amazing relaxing weekend with an old dear friend. James and I needed that quality time together! I've missed him!<br />2. I got away from life for a weekend and sorted through some thoughts in my head.<br />3. Stepped outside my comfort zone and made myself participate in Halloween festivities!<br />4. Enjoyed the incredible weather all weekend! <br /><br /><br />Hey check it out....I blogged promptly!<br />Documented! I win!<br /><br />I love Fall!Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-69691662297335574932010-10-11T09:21:00.001-07:002010-10-23T06:17:34.835-07:00A lot can happen in a day...A journey to running a marathon.Well I'm home. Marathon Experience = Indescribable<br />Here go my efforts to retell the story of my journey to Portland.<br /><br />To Start the Whole adventure, my students and amazing friends created an amazing send off for me...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3u0HHSvag9cWmxiStfKTyk2PWwjEtWhEJ_e7h2ty3Dpsp5iDyxf7ntIF_CMhxa07evhjkMdbsaTuL2BofClho9crJfZgPxWyhojfSwN9wJIPS_7oQkqpTHtA-yAUMqbaVt2uc9fi8JA3/s1600/DSC03802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3u0HHSvag9cWmxiStfKTyk2PWwjEtWhEJ_e7h2ty3Dpsp5iDyxf7ntIF_CMhxa07evhjkMdbsaTuL2BofClho9crJfZgPxWyhojfSwN9wJIPS_7oQkqpTHtA-yAUMqbaVt2uc9fi8JA3/s400/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529581094847348946" /></a><br /><br />5:30pm Thursday September 30<br />I boarded a plane to Detroit. Unfortunately I was Zone 4 which caused me to be one of the last to board the plane. Upon entering the aircraft I quickly realized that there would not be any room for my carry on suit case to fit in the overhead compartments. I very willing gave my bag to the attendant who told me they would GATE check it for me (meaning I would get it when I got off the plane in Detroit, much like a stroller). <br />7:40 pm <br />Landed in Detroit. Waited when I got off the plane with the other Gate Checked bag folks....I waited....and I waited. No bag. When everyone had left I asked the attendent when I would receive my bag. She informed me that they had not "gate" checked my bag, but checked it all the way through for me. Ok...not a big a deal I guess...<br />8:00 pm EST<br />Flight to Portland delayed till 1:40.<br />2:00 am EST<br />Flight CANCELLED!<br />4:00 am EST<br />Checked into hotel after finally getting re booked on a flight....I would not be leaving Detroit until 7:40 pm on Friday...awesome. I was super excited because now they also had my bag, with my food, running shoes, and phone charger. <br />Well God sent me two angels that stood in as friends/uncles for the 24 hours that I was in Detroit. The Hawkinson Brothers were wonderful we had a great time getting to know each other and keeping company in Detroit. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22OooVIxLuhrYs-BgYTe-ypS29Ck_g01Fi2sMuzyqV7Yc3yJ7oxrUtaIBLiBnsBCZPLBJfcItKF-dwfs22UnTu3KbdI3uc34lyKVbWDS2mRUAlx1yAOUUgGBKIfld2pZkkYH4Hsf3JsSE/s1600/DSC03804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22OooVIxLuhrYs-BgYTe-ypS29Ck_g01Fi2sMuzyqV7Yc3yJ7oxrUtaIBLiBnsBCZPLBJfcItKF-dwfs22UnTu3KbdI3uc34lyKVbWDS2mRUAlx1yAOUUgGBKIfld2pZkkYH4Hsf3JsSE/s320/DSC03804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529581512567647682" /></a><br /><br />After a long series of ridiculous events, 9 boarding passes later I arrived in Portland at 12:30 am on Saturday. My bag had arrived in Portland...sigh of relief...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TWx8XYZd6M-6zgr1bs3s_qlA6DnrFHxhdkAFDGSwv_x4tDKiMo2ZQG4W5r0nN2msObtVzG3ppYUA9AfpXTGmKih1W8RKQFmhz3MGRc7cddTV_25qhYn580elWT3KxNi_JIxFYZ5pQE7P/s1600/DSC03806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TWx8XYZd6M-6zgr1bs3s_qlA6DnrFHxhdkAFDGSwv_x4tDKiMo2ZQG4W5r0nN2msObtVzG3ppYUA9AfpXTGmKih1W8RKQFmhz3MGRc7cddTV_25qhYn580elWT3KxNi_JIxFYZ5pQE7P/s200/DSC03806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529582638630774290" /></a><br />So we slept then had to make the most of our togetherness that had been cut short. <br /><br />We went to the expo to pick up packets and buy fabulous jackets to commemorate our achievement.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNS5MgLdJd13BnCG_o4l0XSMalAFNh-6dxkG8GgolDRzfTYhJzom7WgjeTeC09JRqdSRqJ1KWbBoJOWJTa8pVJb83jkxsCqUpjQxa-vL5KQhtimc_CrP84FMDyUdH0M1XO8j8vdhpV7U3/s1600/P1000872.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNS5MgLdJd13BnCG_o4l0XSMalAFNh-6dxkG8GgolDRzfTYhJzom7WgjeTeC09JRqdSRqJ1KWbBoJOWJTa8pVJb83jkxsCqUpjQxa-vL5KQhtimc_CrP84FMDyUdH0M1XO8j8vdhpV7U3/s320/P1000872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529584156320590050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLS74NS-6xyav_YFFXHIvi_roJU8kHBs6EV8JpVxaJ5BPmd2s2gtTn6xtU79XgI1wu23QAhxfipDHaW_18vb7Y-PRL6voxm1Ddpu7LCeMAcwjv4ci26g5oCvyZQTC8u1G6BDhdLVkgH9h/s1600/P1000870.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLS74NS-6xyav_YFFXHIvi_roJU8kHBs6EV8JpVxaJ5BPmd2s2gtTn6xtU79XgI1wu23QAhxfipDHaW_18vb7Y-PRL6voxm1Ddpu7LCeMAcwjv4ci26g5oCvyZQTC8u1G6BDhdLVkgH9h/s320/P1000870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529584148123358466" /></a><br /><br />We traveled north to Freeport to do a little shopping and guess who decided he would come watch us run our Marathon...PATRICK DEMSEY! Yea he came to LLBean to see us! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUEZF8LGujT_cs8iUbBzVYWNgV8iOZXDl2AKFZenfwvY8NJ_iLwy9kqeDVgtQO1VQPrDvwYLtkc11TECZ8cX9D60tz4GGbEncNMqCb50CkPhf4Dqp85UrzIT12ImFmSnuh3IKoaJmANiM/s1600/DSC03819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUEZF8LGujT_cs8iUbBzVYWNgV8iOZXDl2AKFZenfwvY8NJ_iLwy9kqeDVgtQO1VQPrDvwYLtkc11TECZ8cX9D60tz4GGbEncNMqCb50CkPhf4Dqp85UrzIT12ImFmSnuh3IKoaJmANiM/s320/DSC03819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954207826193762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6NvchBIsJ1WwIw59oyhg2aCmnz7_hqUt-7qqhrT5AmVe5JB-S3K0poCCX2OlL2Lyk_gbZSqf2gYjch8kITrvqTuTKOM6xvQp8XguSQFErQJxgY2b4e2PbLif_6QYwBDMeMGvC8BV-Joa/s1600/DSC03821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6NvchBIsJ1WwIw59oyhg2aCmnz7_hqUt-7qqhrT5AmVe5JB-S3K0poCCX2OlL2Lyk_gbZSqf2gYjch8kITrvqTuTKOM6xvQp8XguSQFErQJxgY2b4e2PbLif_6QYwBDMeMGvC8BV-Joa/s320/DSC03821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954201820892642" /></a><br />So then full of anxiety and excitement we filled our bellies....<br />had chugging contests....<br />and put ourselves to bed for the next day would be a big day for us! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZkvbswxY9bUMpmoKfA4MJ_j7XZlnTmRdJA0rfuoW76u1PSg0OjdLqdQQygjuxi98Tem8FQqCMPDzMG53LFBsT3YWoRWdVi7swopnb_Zz05HyY-uuU23oGQNmH3B311A4S3BKcL7PHSgv/s1600/DSC03836.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZkvbswxY9bUMpmoKfA4MJ_j7XZlnTmRdJA0rfuoW76u1PSg0OjdLqdQQygjuxi98Tem8FQqCMPDzMG53LFBsT3YWoRWdVi7swopnb_Zz05HyY-uuU23oGQNmH3B311A4S3BKcL7PHSgv/s320/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529955962049037330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0EBSROFDo1nvis8ANgNuSwBJQDEtcEa5ujJCkYjkn9OPITdK08Pl5tNGq4iUJe-CJd3Ond_ixWYm4OAG9bHC1faKKqo9jZQmxH55aR0eL2wznm3gkZlywXFmgBegv95Uwxl6hlhcodOp/s1600/DSC03833.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0EBSROFDo1nvis8ANgNuSwBJQDEtcEa5ujJCkYjkn9OPITdK08Pl5tNGq4iUJe-CJd3Ond_ixWYm4OAG9bHC1faKKqo9jZQmxH55aR0eL2wznm3gkZlywXFmgBegv95Uwxl6hlhcodOp/s320/DSC03833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529955958446464354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3iaDoc6R706ix2bmoLYSBlGYm-gDRvci1KQaHmalwN7Zqe5N91tTx1ExD8pw7tQ5-rv17OldWWj8DCke8oTQdr221VtTcD95lerIJScD2cB10pexuYUQUi8F5v8bvMohSOzTKz2T3j1V/s1600/DSC03832.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3iaDoc6R706ix2bmoLYSBlGYm-gDRvci1KQaHmalwN7Zqe5N91tTx1ExD8pw7tQ5-rv17OldWWj8DCke8oTQdr221VtTcD95lerIJScD2cB10pexuYUQUi8F5v8bvMohSOzTKz2T3j1V/s320/DSC03832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529955953790887570" /></a><br /><br />The next morning we rose early, ate our breakfast, got out running gear on, and headed out the door....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tLiB1HP06KZzVhONBggWU8FP1X3iVor-Z-SX_muCVE-kwtnsCv9uPmDYmvzmBbv6FqUZ6JX4bIBLPkBGi13UUVjmk2xrV1baix2vTK4oBU9uqIXX7piGDy2xFDNCp2_ZU_7UW3JYMu05/s1600/DSC03847.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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Best thing ever! Definitely gave me a boost of energy to make it around Princess Point. Our Family is amazing. Eileen and I had about the same reaction... :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKtDTKEa9T_gIS1YjQ67GVp4VjA1K60vAnW0Uhx3NKFTtdfHNkZQyhwZwH5NnYRWo89Ldg206Ghee8vyR1Qs-2BktvE9su-UzDv8QP0MyaPRTJYbxLn4argwvrtB3XXPwA_GeaG07MdYu/s1600/P1000895.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKtDTKEa9T_gIS1YjQ67GVp4VjA1K60vAnW0Uhx3NKFTtdfHNkZQyhwZwH5NnYRWo89Ldg206Ghee8vyR1Qs-2BktvE9su-UzDv8QP0MyaPRTJYbxLn4argwvrtB3XXPwA_GeaG07MdYu/s320/P1000895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529961036794861506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7tE6jbObwmuo5NslibyE04laTZLkUAdQRESFy6GG2fF1XiJkaVWbaqMqlnPl6jcs72C0ViZvDTGwJaILd7axvOGhoHQxstyuBVAIMoyrLgjocm3LGIILCqdT__B-Enl2NLz9SGtGhc9b/s1600/P1000889.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7tE6jbObwmuo5NslibyE04laTZLkUAdQRESFy6GG2fF1XiJkaVWbaqMqlnPl6jcs72C0ViZvDTGwJaILd7axvOGhoHQxstyuBVAIMoyrLgjocm3LGIILCqdT__B-Enl2NLz9SGtGhc9b/s320/P1000889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529961031810277554" /></a><br /><br /><br />Into the home Stretch!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzh9imN5m1Ox5tcJVKuM_je_lsqzeVifMnRaN0nzE7IgooDME30jHelqQk1ux7dzWtH_JubqV4EwycFBZYCgr072unnlQ-snU49ip_TBNSVKh67jH2P4YeJelGaGvM3ZpI0P90Jpd-XsAC/s1600/P1000899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzh9imN5m1Ox5tcJVKuM_je_lsqzeVifMnRaN0nzE7IgooDME30jHelqQk1ux7dzWtH_JubqV4EwycFBZYCgr072unnlQ-snU49ip_TBNSVKh67jH2P4YeJelGaGvM3ZpI0P90Jpd-XsAC/s320/P1000899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529962476345851138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuK8-qzCHOMJfCf9zAGPiiZixBomEJrV5O-oQMcksI4ue3aXXKkhTXKOy_nkaVkiByq6DjunyBlaPA7w_YsG3S5qqqDtMKtkbWNMs5X6w7z0qPCOe4qCWqGHO_r7W4jmYaLw5SwHzColUy/s1600/P1000900.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuK8-qzCHOMJfCf9zAGPiiZixBomEJrV5O-oQMcksI4ue3aXXKkhTXKOy_nkaVkiByq6DjunyBlaPA7w_YsG3S5qqqDtMKtkbWNMs5X6w7z0qPCOe4qCWqGHO_r7W4jmYaLw5SwHzColUy/s320/P1000900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529962466963895106" /></a><br /><br /><br />And the finish line!!!! WE DID IT!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPIi_hFFDNFjwfXvLYDl8wR4uKR7YAop9fTt7DZAqJFg3ebvCEipJxkgIQ4hSbwNq4_4tGhvaUIr2_1fM9oCOG6L5vmwl4D8lHjppCt2_2b1GKeQYjnHznBNDWT9OlxfqMCbM6B8eZTOGR/s1600/P1000909.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPIi_hFFDNFjwfXvLYDl8wR4uKR7YAop9fTt7DZAqJFg3ebvCEipJxkgIQ4hSbwNq4_4tGhvaUIr2_1fM9oCOG6L5vmwl4D8lHjppCt2_2b1GKeQYjnHznBNDWT9OlxfqMCbM6B8eZTOGR/s320/P1000909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529963691780206962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsyJfRdY9ZSGfMaem_0SpG_gEKvWyYHNhBXDazm8MlLYhodH_dHDHcu_MNIUoKgplAi9xtCjjodC_MlPjOmXDwRBTwLJ-JbHN9PTe68J6qfedYfMN38k8SVplPZEVJFXe7xszYknyH4SH/s1600/P1000908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsyJfRdY9ZSGfMaem_0SpG_gEKvWyYHNhBXDazm8MlLYhodH_dHDHcu_MNIUoKgplAi9xtCjjodC_MlPjOmXDwRBTwLJ-JbHN9PTe68J6qfedYfMN38k8SVplPZEVJFXe7xszYknyH4SH/s320/P1000908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529963682573056370" /></a><br /><br /><br />When we finished it was incredible! Aunt Kelly did not feel so hot and Eileen and I just ate all the food! :) We made it home, showered, napped, and laid around. Matt was our personal trainer and he stretched us all out. Mary gave foot massages, and Joe ate box after box of cheese its. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8803Yy7PHhgiDXJ9iq8A_waJT3hXLnuH2AOjXyNz3Al5NHihTt4NMUEfSVCjeoHqRamEX9qvHNcWjiKQxs0Qp2VWhPgU3KfeJAipqnUbkit2wgUzeJQbSnnP7rWxWxYwQaJxLMAYnBXyR/s1600/DSC03885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8803Yy7PHhgiDXJ9iq8A_waJT3hXLnuH2AOjXyNz3Al5NHihTt4NMUEfSVCjeoHqRamEX9qvHNcWjiKQxs0Qp2VWhPgU3KfeJAipqnUbkit2wgUzeJQbSnnP7rWxWxYwQaJxLMAYnBXyR/s320/DSC03885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227524441614002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02ENdtDOuj-wsZo0m-qP0z48lRp7SBzPgGzIdcihwxvu-pYyq34u7ZCKAzko4wUvp9fHOw3-yevt-jb7xICp0tRPqYPVW1NLt-0Kae8-Dpe48pfvLQvPS4-MPCOyQEFWYWTKclPsFRlZ0/s1600/DSC03881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02ENdtDOuj-wsZo0m-qP0z48lRp7SBzPgGzIdcihwxvu-pYyq34u7ZCKAzko4wUvp9fHOw3-yevt-jb7xICp0tRPqYPVW1NLt-0Kae8-Dpe48pfvLQvPS4-MPCOyQEFWYWTKclPsFRlZ0/s320/DSC03881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227519732681586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbFHGEk10UUTYfutf5BYPE4gIa9eVYh7Cqut9pOUnAZVX1zNUqqRVIi4TWC9DxITav5axzzpsJ24FO8WPkD8iCflraSBR4KwjGknPK1chMnWbaKFoGYPp0X0pVpy8QbpyMAwKg39Rs70X/s1600/DSC03876.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbFHGEk10UUTYfutf5BYPE4gIa9eVYh7Cqut9pOUnAZVX1zNUqqRVIi4TWC9DxITav5axzzpsJ24FO8WPkD8iCflraSBR4KwjGknPK1chMnWbaKFoGYPp0X0pVpy8QbpyMAwKg39Rs70X/s320/DSC03876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227516332917522" /></a><br /><br />So now that it is all over...I can't explain how it feels to have run a marathon. I have lots of extra time in my week and I feel purposeless! Now that I've run the marathon...what is next? Crazy I know but now I need a new goal! I wish I could go back and do the weekend again!<br />Next time though...I want to do it with ALL the sisters....<br /><br />Lisa that is a challenge... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0c_VgLUNkz_c6HRrFvLq6iIBaEQQBhErdmL1mCXLcaKy1JrzDHlfk-LJkTdu3n3jYXXYB-RijqVG8nSWM5Nv-XPxuytkX0qkL7qzEvEj0a2TFha37LFv8_fY4m2aPBii6ARhTnZOzsRv/s1600/DSC03905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0c_VgLUNkz_c6HRrFvLq6iIBaEQQBhErdmL1mCXLcaKy1JrzDHlfk-LJkTdu3n3jYXXYB-RijqVG8nSWM5Nv-XPxuytkX0qkL7qzEvEj0a2TFha37LFv8_fY4m2aPBii6ARhTnZOzsRv/s400/DSC03905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531229828369841250" /></a>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-48422657636744383512010-10-07T17:39:00.000-07:002010-10-07T20:16:52.099-07:00My adventures with King Khameamea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5prSzFhsFJNSZJkwLnJ_uG32nMXROWBQ0LhyZX22NC__5RyST-EJTa9rhH2VPwmPvX7M9Gq4jg98-LLqZ_0H_i2xRITKFRew0qIn_ykR_HUee9nkgX21usE1wv8-crgB2zs5SYxhFl35/s1600/DSC01475_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5prSzFhsFJNSZJkwLnJ_uG32nMXROWBQ0LhyZX22NC__5RyST-EJTa9rhH2VPwmPvX7M9Gq4jg98-LLqZ_0H_i2xRITKFRew0qIn_ykR_HUee9nkgX21usE1wv8-crgB2zs5SYxhFl35/s400/DSC01475_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525480503035689810" /></a><br /><br />Yes, blog world, there is a 4th sister...her name is Lisa. She fell off the planet because she wasn't doing anything cool. But i'm back, with one fabulously breif trip to Hawaii under my belt. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasDLeBo1C-stcBmqQeABN3zLQxGyolSfJdV8-VwujiiO9wJeyIVwJwUIg7fZstV2a37QO6VO-OAqEkM5SUj57hs4KW2IB01RStH-vQSYXpJthR0pl4Q6nw8rI-tYL6Uw_4xLHJwFzzTF9/s1600/DSC01643_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasDLeBo1C-stcBmqQeABN3zLQxGyolSfJdV8-VwujiiO9wJeyIVwJwUIg7fZstV2a37QO6VO-OAqEkM5SUj57hs4KW2IB01RStH-vQSYXpJthR0pl4Q6nw8rI-tYL6Uw_4xLHJwFzzTF9/s400/DSC01643_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525471140955872338" /></a><br /><br /><br />I learned many lessons while in Hawaii. Like how snapshots can be far superior to a posed picture, and how if you leave your beach mat by a tree...it won't be there when you come back for it 5 minutes later (in fact you'll find a homeless man sleeping on it not 5 yards from where you left it.)<br /><br />We somehow managed to pack our days completely full with seeing all the signts that Oahu had to offer. <br /> From relaxing and staying on the beach, to a PACKED full day learning about polynesian culture, to a beach front cheeseburger in paradise, we had ALL of the fun. <br /><br />Mom and Dad are the cutest, by the way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihlAq1jZRuvxmHx-KV62bOxP6EeZrkNbehxMwXEQgtMOP6PQle7jcV2y1i-i3d2pINWg9T0XT0V2u3QwNorXmOPvK5JVt1lTdGvtTSwgZJ4co0oXR-dXRG5RLrRMWpW1Uy8cf-zX7dQe3-/s1600/DSC01474_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihlAq1jZRuvxmHx-KV62bOxP6EeZrkNbehxMwXEQgtMOP6PQle7jcV2y1i-i3d2pINWg9T0XT0V2u3QwNorXmOPvK5JVt1lTdGvtTSwgZJ4co0oXR-dXRG5RLrRMWpW1Uy8cf-zX7dQe3-/s400/DSC01474_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482890585969698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRILRqFFGxRfnJZohMqQwUlcjPdrd3_-wW0RPChMUWtaF184hzcwcbTIiDfTIYyEb0kOGmiNBfUmYGMukRI_0v6dm_7rycdREWi7FfiROoCeIIYdgLTX0nt4C0bAIhqwZGZ_ud6hXzndem/s1600/DSC01532_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRILRqFFGxRfnJZohMqQwUlcjPdrd3_-wW0RPChMUWtaF184hzcwcbTIiDfTIYyEb0kOGmiNBfUmYGMukRI_0v6dm_7rycdREWi7FfiROoCeIIYdgLTX0nt4C0bAIhqwZGZ_ud6hXzndem/s400/DSC01532_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482889096299234" /></a><br /><br />oh yes, and we are all ukulele champs, now. I was going to upload a video of me singing and playing the uke....but i realize my skills aren't up to par with Don Ho. And this blog is a less than forgiving crowd...so I will restrain. For now. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvRPn1PGyzU4rotP9Ec8EDHvHyP5-B0Pqyb42k2duyho1PZc1mD5W0G_aR2QzVZ7bDtNDpSyHbLYoSCLt7o0RDWHmbtRjkIFBxeUcygxgvujBgAcmWz0-z6-nSNMp35rf3bRw9Y36zBqY/s1600/DSC01535_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvRPn1PGyzU4rotP9Ec8EDHvHyP5-B0Pqyb42k2duyho1PZc1mD5W0G_aR2QzVZ7bDtNDpSyHbLYoSCLt7o0RDWHmbtRjkIFBxeUcygxgvujBgAcmWz0-z6-nSNMp35rf3bRw9Y36zBqY/s400/DSC01535_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525497368613594946" /></a><br />But at the culture center we went to a luau...ate poi! and we had so much fun at Hale Ohana Luau!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Jxbu6xtamZN5PnXoujCoGL0pIMy5FfEJR3Y-8c8drzAQgPkOxL1z4F5V9EPrxJQJ9-H_jPCwKiwRLzUzRQwv-38eO2XrmPvTm6kI05F8gRqF2tbAPbFp7yE6yxQ_ex6nR6DAVHOEpZY5/s1600/DSC01556_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Jxbu6xtamZN5PnXoujCoGL0pIMy5FfEJR3Y-8c8drzAQgPkOxL1z4F5V9EPrxJQJ9-H_jPCwKiwRLzUzRQwv-38eO2XrmPvTm6kI05F8gRqF2tbAPbFp7yE6yxQ_ex6nR6DAVHOEpZY5/s400/DSC01556_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525507929213320130" /></a><br />We climbed Diamond head, and snorkeled...and we shopped all over Waikiki beach! Also, count the newlyweds is a really fun game. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgte_tCoiDIOUq9q7MCMq6DG5xUnuOLSluRcvus3PI3kNKdwGyZSb22b2vH1IPwPdx7c5zico-QuOxt6omPN9uSMrSht5MKe0Cej3qTHAW9dTlaXIEV1uOH9dGgkTYzS1xkKeI05_WhdzJF/s1600/DSC01541_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgte_tCoiDIOUq9q7MCMq6DG5xUnuOLSluRcvus3PI3kNKdwGyZSb22b2vH1IPwPdx7c5zico-QuOxt6omPN9uSMrSht5MKe0Cej3qTHAW9dTlaXIEV1uOH9dGgkTYzS1xkKeI05_WhdzJF/s400/DSC01541_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525498215324536690" /></a><br />Dad is oh so special!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yG8ZGzXymTcKGR7T7UcJmYzCAqsWC1fX-mYvjTgat3yGUAT1AkEB-dpj5rmvI7juSwZEUlPFn2W7Pe4N-NEwF0CVpCGRHSIpQbx2uXCApAVw8DnvkpX6WTzGARVDSxOWu3wEqF8S4h5l/s1600/DSC01577_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yG8ZGzXymTcKGR7T7UcJmYzCAqsWC1fX-mYvjTgat3yGUAT1AkEB-dpj5rmvI7juSwZEUlPFn2W7Pe4N-NEwF0CVpCGRHSIpQbx2uXCApAVw8DnvkpX6WTzGARVDSxOWu3wEqF8S4h5l/s400/DSC01577_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525498208357218962" /></a><br />Its so beautiful....I couldn't stop taking pictures!<br /><br />The USS Arizona and Pearl Habor Memorials were so moving, and an incredibly awesome way to spend our last day on the island. I just didn't want to leave...and I was so mad at Dad that he got to stay...an extra 25 days. :(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzk0Vp9trcdG1seOE37APp31Pwnfdja9QlP39fUQqOcd-g1knKgoDnDV7wnYFelbq5oseq2vyXFAhIuJGdfYt-1K0p4XLJ7DoJVl2sfpXIljRXuvSqsdwGF9Ti3FMxU0qkmynoaIfMjHw/s1600/DSC01620_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzk0Vp9trcdG1seOE37APp31Pwnfdja9QlP39fUQqOcd-g1knKgoDnDV7wnYFelbq5oseq2vyXFAhIuJGdfYt-1K0p4XLJ7DoJVl2sfpXIljRXuvSqsdwGF9Ti3FMxU0qkmynoaIfMjHw/s400/DSC01620_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525506263697918482" /></a><br /><br />And yes, awesome beach-blown hair runs in this family. Its post diamond head tresses!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqRBiiitpQUe4CMT8UtWO3p_CIFmFVZnjT44oZzP6jNnB8iqNHPgCC5NPdiNoE23A64s_CBJuXdy4ufQ2h2FoFXt0ehvyuWr_VV7Fdd3-YMo9SfD2obOAtHV4gTxIiyf473OSY1XEGy0d/s1600/DSC01590_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqRBiiitpQUe4CMT8UtWO3p_CIFmFVZnjT44oZzP6jNnB8iqNHPgCC5NPdiNoE23A64s_CBJuXdy4ufQ2h2FoFXt0ehvyuWr_VV7Fdd3-YMo9SfD2obOAtHV4gTxIiyf473OSY1XEGy0d/s400/DSC01590_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525506258805223970" /></a><br /><br />I think the pictures speak for themselves, but I can't say enough how perfect the timing of this trip was. I really needed something that nothing could ruin....I had strep and a ridiculous fever the day before I got on that plane...and thanks to antibiotics, I was good to go! I've come back to manhattan recharged and ready for the semester....but a little dissapointed in the lack of palm trees....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8btrIvDT75EImP6b_vq8vxO8UsgRrMGou560joiXDGQMKSZKsPblslttRnqWAnfIA1_Nh9XIQvTTK2aREILw1kN3hd75NN99oNAKGcLkR-L2wS42Q5wN0bQA3uVQRMtUb9xs6k_EnRm1R/s1600/DSC01572_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8btrIvDT75EImP6b_vq8vxO8UsgRrMGou560joiXDGQMKSZKsPblslttRnqWAnfIA1_Nh9XIQvTTK2aREILw1kN3hd75NN99oNAKGcLkR-L2wS42Q5wN0bQA3uVQRMtUb9xs6k_EnRm1R/s400/DSC01572_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525507349254674594" /></a><br /><br />Besides that....theres not a whole lot I can justify complaining about...because i just spent 5 days in the most beautiful place i've ever seen. <br /><br />In the words of my wise, wise father (at a tourist complaining)..."Shut up...you're in Hawaii!"<br /><br />Life is good :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwCegTYrS3WN3BBsxWN5uWl3oF4kfJRGXuM7dB0Z3ns2vxKQa1FqPq2pPsfoVhg1FYyXXzu5EFBz4sbxrhDtJCBUoz2NfKYs0z4k0jykIcTbnWYy8T9Rnu1BihjEp_KQn_5TTSQP3xNxr/s1600/DSC01471_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwCegTYrS3WN3BBsxWN5uWl3oF4kfJRGXuM7dB0Z3ns2vxKQa1FqPq2pPsfoVhg1FYyXXzu5EFBz4sbxrhDtJCBUoz2NfKYs0z4k0jykIcTbnWYy8T9Rnu1BihjEp_KQn_5TTSQP3xNxr/s400/DSC01471_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525508650775354770" /></a>Katie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336465851607318364.post-41608608594718679852010-10-04T07:24:00.000-07:002010-10-04T08:20:54.916-07:00Meghan is KENYAN!!!Eileen and Meghan (and Aunt Kelly!!) ran their first full marathon this weekend and TOTALLY smoked it!! Meghan (our resident speed demon) finished in 4:16!!!!!!!!!! Eileen and Aunt Kelly held hands across the finish line at 4:54 (also AMAZING!!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTRlWpNnB9XTe6dqrjCop1ixRmeCAZx74Sl9Wol38Z0VGXVYKcV1D1Nyoxo-mnNU4sKzEDoMEP5J1_gkT9OwxtmJLSIgr_zcVaL6G-VUlhBFYJQbH76Mn4op84CUMyCURye0Ex5U64VgV/s1600/64824_546026901355_80400530_32114701_6144472_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTRlWpNnB9XTe6dqrjCop1ixRmeCAZx74Sl9Wol38Z0VGXVYKcV1D1Nyoxo-mnNU4sKzEDoMEP5J1_gkT9OwxtmJLSIgr_zcVaL6G-VUlhBFYJQbH76Mn4op84CUMyCURye0Ex5U64VgV/s400/64824_546026901355_80400530_32114701_6144472_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524210794977660962" /></a><br /><br />We can't wait for the Newport Pie Run this Thanksgiving - even though I will be the SLOWEST member of the family this year!!<br /><br />KateKatie Eileen Meghan and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962660245650861754noreply@blogger.com2