tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194595031212754072024-03-20T20:23:56.456-06:00Katy HallKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-22999548102750417672013-10-10T13:41:00.001-06:002013-10-10T13:42:37.808-06:00Where is the Magic?I don't have a good intro into this so I'll just say it right out. Pixar movies suck! With the exception of maybe two or three (UP), I am annoyed whenever I watch one. They usually just have stupid plots, slap happy obnoxious not funny humor, and a rap at the end. GAG ME! So what the heck happened to the magic of childhood. What happened to the magic of Disney? What happened to Peter Pan, and Cinderella, and Prince Charming. What would those movies be like if they were made in our day? Cinderella making stupid jokes and Peter Pan and Captain Hook sharing in a rap duet at the end! They would be awful! So why do they think the movies they have today are any good? Cause I guess that is where we have come to as a society. The magic of childhood is fading away, and stupid humor and dumb raps are taking their place. So where is the magic? Peter Pan knows. "The second star to the right and straight on till morning."<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, san-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">"So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!"</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-44211813061473556522013-06-22T08:46:00.001-06:002013-06-22T08:46:12.933-06:00ZUMBA!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok! Recently I have fallen in love with Zumba. Literally I think I am in love with it. My friend Dayna from work introduced me to it, and now I can't get enough. I don't even know what to do with myself on the days I don't have Zumba. It's like my life isn't complete without it.<br />
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On another note, I have come to the conclusion that I man is not worth dating unless I am willing to miss my Zumba class for him. So far I haven't found anyone even close to worthy! I LOVE Zumba.<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-34689882400829420822013-03-07T17:49:00.000-07:002013-03-07T17:49:16.602-07:00Conquer and ChangeSometimes I often wonder why some people always have to learn the hard way. Or they tend to run away from their problems instead of facing them. I know that when you constantly run away from trials and problems and never really figure out what you're supposed to learn, the Lord will keep giving you trials like that until you learn and change what you need to. So in reality you are not really running away from them.....you are really just prolonging it in some shape or form. Just something I have been thinking about. So important to always step back and ask yourself what the Lord could possibly want me to learn, and conquer it and become a better person. :) Just a random thought of mine....you know.... to keep my blog going.....Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-30834550166149872322013-02-20T14:04:00.000-07:002013-02-20T14:04:17.878-07:00CrowsI HATE crows!!! They have physically attacked me twice in my life and I think it has left me scarred for life. They aren't just birds that hop around and mind their own business. When you get close to one they look at you as if to challenge you. If you move an inch closer they ruffle up their feathers and start cawing! They are scary! So why in the heck did these pictures start popping up all over Pinterest?<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-54375036103373179242013-02-14T21:09:00.000-07:002013-02-14T21:09:52.001-07:00Only Very FewCan I just say that in all seriousness there are probably numerous reasons as to why I am single. However, we all have faults, even the married friends. But at age 28 it's hard not feeling like the leftovers of the leftovers.....and we all know what happens to those! Dipping into my somewhat irrational feelings now and again, it is nice when a boy comes along that sees me as much more than that. A boy who is able to look through my outer outgoing, bubbly, funny self and sees my heart. Someone who recognizes the gifts I have that are unique to me and truly sees the depth of my heart. I am grateful that once in a blue moon, there are those that come, and see me as so much more. To them I am grateful. To my Heavenly Father I am grateful for sending them to me! Please bless that maybe you can send them more often???Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-15358542366224607382013-02-07T12:40:00.001-07:002013-02-07T12:56:59.442-07:00Tutti Frutti!So one of my brothers (name has been witheld) REALLY likes the Little Richie song Tutti Frutti! Since Reese and I have totally different taste in music than him, we often ask him about the songs he likes and how he could possibly like this particular song. (He doesn't like our music either, so it's fair) So we asked him what that song even means. It sounds like ridiculous gibberish. I like songs that stir emotions in me.....how can that happen when it makes utterly no sense at all. So one night I thought I would Google the meaning of the song. Maybe some wise person out in the cyber world could make some sense of such nonsense. Well after a little research I came upon this take on it. Maybe it's not really that funny, but for some reason it had us 3 rolling and crying for the rest of the night. Well....just read it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"Tutti frutti" is the American name for Neopolitan icecream.<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />"Oh rutti" is a corruption of the French "en route" which means "on the way".<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />So the first verse sings like so,<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />Neopolitan icecream, on the way,<br style="font-size: 14px;" />Neopolitan icecream, on the way,<br style="font-size: 14px;" />Neopolitan icecream, on the way,<br style="font-size: 14px;" />Neopolitan icecream, on the way,<br style="font-size: 14px;" />Neopolitan icecream, on the way,<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />Then we get to the line,<br style="font-size: 14px;" />"A wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boo"<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />A "wop bop" is obviously an Italian dance.<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />"A loo bop" is a dance in the toilet.<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />So Little Richard is singing about an Italian dance in the toilet.<br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" />"A lop bam boom" is obviously complete gibberish.<span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><br />
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On to my original thoughts... I love to see how people react to my comments when they don't really know me. So last night our ward ate at the temple cafeteria. As I was walking to the registers the two workers that were tallying up the meals were sitting there and asked me if I was one of the "singles" from the singles group. My response, "Don't I look single?" They both chuckled and said yes. Then I said, "Oh you CAN see that desperate look in my eyes?" They were both laughing so hard as I walked off. Sometimes I am unsure if I am too inappropriate for the temple, or whether it was just good that I brought a smile to their faces.</div>
Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-83208660217203238952013-02-03T17:15:00.001-07:002013-02-03T17:15:28.562-07:00Ta Da!!!Ok so I think that if I actually announce this that maybe I will actually try and follow through on this. Not that I wouldn't. I almost always achieve what I set my mind to. But this one is going to take a lot of time and energy. Here we go!!! Are you ready for the big announcement!!!!<br />
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I want to train to run a half marathon by the end of the summer.<br />
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I am thinking I want to run the Bear Lake Half. It's a big commitment. I have only ever run about 5 miles at any given time. But it is my goal for this year. So we shall see how it goes!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-7247301412139935862012-11-14T18:20:00.000-07:002012-11-14T18:21:39.566-07:00Rule of Life<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Rule of life:</span></b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If a guy tells you he is applying to medical school </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and you still aren't attracted to him, let's face it, cross him off the list cause you're NEVER going to be. </span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-18961867262415846522012-11-14T18:15:00.001-07:002012-11-14T18:15:27.860-07:00MultiplyinOk so here is one of those oddities about life. So at work I am all over the place! Office, car, client home, library, park, office again... so amongst all the running around I would ALWAYS lose my pen. So I would get another one.....then lose that one. Then I would get another one.....and lose that one. Amongst all the losing of pens, I NEVER found one. So I got frustrated. I grabbed like 20 pens from work one day and stuffed them in my bag. Now there are pens everywhere, and not just a few. I mean I swear they were breeding in my bag because I swear they have multiplies in there by at least a dozen. Now I couldn't lose a pen if I wanted to. Everywhere I turn there is a pen, even some that I swear I have never even seen before. My car, my bag, my satchel, my computer desk, my clients houses. EVERYWHERE!!! I guess I can't complain! The problem has been fixed, but good grief!!!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-35047837414685300132012-10-07T20:52:00.000-06:002012-10-07T20:52:03.083-06:00Free StuffSo I decided to accompany Marci to "Ladies Night" at Deseret Book on Saturday night. For the first 100 customers they gave out a paper to receive a free gift. This year it was a couple small picture frames next to the word FAMILY. Ok so Marci and I were running after the ladies with the voucher for the free gifts like they were give away a million dollars. But we weren't the only ones. There were lots of older ladies there stampeding around the store trying to get the free gift. Well Marci and I got the last two vouchers. As we were heading out to the car I thought. Why on earth was aI stampeding around the store for this free gift when I don't even want it. There were lots of cute old ladies there who would love to put it next to their "live laugh love" picture (which makes me want to puke every time I see those ones, SO cliche) Anyway, bottom line, I think that we can do a lot of crazy things just because something is free. Now I have to find someone who doesn't read my blog to regift this to. ;)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-59575812425576484212012-09-23T21:25:00.000-06:002012-09-23T21:25:12.494-06:00InconsistencyIn my job and at church and things there are a lot of times that I talk to men on the phone before I meet them in person. There have been a few times, when I have been talking with them on the phone and I can hardly remember what my business was in talking to them because their voice is soooo hot! I get goosebumps and can only think about the hot body and cute face that would have to match his super sexy phone voice. Well I have to say that it REALLY throws me for a loop when I meet them and they are not so much attractive at all. I mean how terrible is that. I feel as though I have got shafted. Like I was led to believe in this great product that has been advertised only to find out that I have been deceived, and the product was not at all what it was advertised to be. How disappointing. I think I just need to stick with talking with them on the phone in the future.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-19683467591187390852012-07-14T15:51:00.000-06:002012-07-14T15:51:19.624-06:00Garage SalesSo to make a long story short I have never been to a garage sale. I don't know why. I just have always felt like maybe I was too snotty and could never bring myself to go. Well today my neighborhood was having garage sales so I decided to get up and just walk around and peruse the sales. As I was walking around I saw people driving away with trucks and vans FULL of stuff. I was wondering where in the world they were finding all of it cause I had only seen a bunch of dumb stuff. There was even a house that had tons of boxes just full of junk that they were selling for $2 each.<br />
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Uh.....No thanks! I am sorry but I am not going to pay you to haul away your crap. Thinking that I would find something great soon I trudged along. I probably hit up 15 houses, and I came away with NOTHING! So my conclusion is that I really am too snotty for garage sales, or I just am not creative enough to make the crap they were selling look good, and I think I have given up on my garage sales interest.<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-61930711768038144292012-07-08T21:32:00.002-06:002012-07-08T21:32:59.755-06:00Reasons Why I Can't Believe I'm Still Single#7 - I am an awkward person seeking a non-awkward person. Should be easy! :/Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-66107008552138516022012-06-27T11:27:00.000-06:002012-06-27T11:27:34.988-06:00I Heart ThemRecently I have started a new job where I am in two different departments. One of the jobs I do is help with case management for substance abusers who are on probation. I meet with each of them bi-weekly and sit down and I help them with things that could possibly be a stressor that could interfere with their recovery. Well as I have met with each one I have just had this overwhelming feeling of love for them. I just love them! I can't even put it into words. It is so much that I have to seriously contain myself to not just jump off my seat and give them a huge hug and say, "you're amazing, and I know you can do it!" I know that I cannot make their decisions for them but I want them so badly to let me help them, to do whatever I can to get them back on the right path. I know that they are super naughty, but many of them grew up in a family situation where they never had a chance, they were never taught how to live life. So with my heart bursting every time I meet with one, I feel like maybe in the smallest stretch of the imagination I have caught a glimpse of the way our Father feels about them too. How perfect his love is for each of his children. That it doesn't matter how far off the path we go, that he is ALWAYS there with his arms outstretched for us, for them, and He loves us so perfectly. Through this experience I am learning more about what a Christ like love is and to not pass harsh judgements. Many times I have passed judgements on people only later to hear their complete story and feeling like a huge jerk face. Our Father and Heaven loves them so much, let's help him look out for them and love them cause they are most definitely the ones who need love the most.<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-1320048294247946942012-06-22T12:50:00.000-06:002012-06-22T12:50:44.133-06:00Having Been Born of Goodly ParentsI am sure everyone has heard the recent news about the bus monitor who was cruelly bullied and it was taped and the video when viral on YouTube. Well it got me thinking today of just how wicked the world is and how horrible and cruel some people can be. And my thoughts I have to admit went to my parents and I just can't even express how thankful I am for good and righteous parents who taught me so much but most importantly they taught me how to be Christ like and treat others with respect. I can't tell you how grateful I am for my mother always telling me to "mind my manners" when I went to a friends house. I was a SUPER picky eater but I always remember choking down the food with a smile and then saying thank you. Anything less than that would have not been ok with my mother. I am grateful for the times my mom told me to support my YW leaders and not just show up to activities when there was something in it for me, (which even in the Mormon culture is something most people do not abide by) and I am glad my mother instilled that into me. I am grateful that my mother always told me to look out and love the underdogs. Both the bullies and the bullied. I am grateful that my dad taught me the joy of serving others, and to put others first. Everytime someone in our branch or ward was moving in or out we ALWAYS showed up. We were always the last family to leave an activity cause we stayed till the clean up was done, and we were always happy to serve. I love my mommy and my daddy. Truly I have been born of goodly parents.<br />
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When I was a child my sister Reese and I would always collect pictures of porcelain dolls and the collectors plates that would be advertised in mom's magazines or in the coupon section of the Sunday paper. We had TONS of them and then we would sit there and trade them like Pokemon cards. :) However as I would thumb through the magazines I spied Advil ads a lot. They looked so cool. Never ever in my household was there ever BROWN pills. They were unique .....and kinda can I say cute? Well anyway I started cutting out pictures of Advil and collecting them as well. </div>
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Whenever my mom would go to the store and purchase more pain killers she would always buy Ibruprofen or Tylenol and I would always secretly wish that she would buy Advil. But she never did. :( Kinda loony, but I really think I cannot be held accountable for crazy things I did when I was little. Maybe the brown pants and the brown pills have a direct correlation? Something to ponder upon. :)</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-2258583482044837692012-06-15T11:41:00.000-06:002012-06-15T11:41:52.676-06:00ConfessionSo me and a friend of mine started confessing our deep dark sins to each other.....well here is the first one I confessed...<br />
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CONFESSION!! I have NEVER recycled. After living at my place in Bountiful for almost a year my neighbor approached me and began to inform me about the recyclable that I "could" use and noticed that it had never made a trip to the curb since I had lived there. I confessed to her that i didn't know how to recycle and she proceeded to inform me what could go into the recyclable bin.<br />
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Side story. Growing up my mom banned me from watching Fern Gully. So since she banned me from watching it I can't really tell you what it's about. I assume it's about animals trying to save the forest or something with a ton of environmentalist propaganda mixed in to try and brainwash little kiddies into becoming tree huggers. I remember going to a friends house and they had Fern Gully on, and I remember trying to divert my eyes and trying really hard not to watch it, cause I just knew that it would be a sin if I watched it. I was so innocent back then.<br />
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Kudos to my neighbor lady for trying to get me to recycle. But CONFESSION! Even after she told me how to recycle I still never did. I guess my lack of watching Fern Gully when I was younger really did have a greater impact on me then I had originally thought. Or maybe I am just lazy. Either way I guess after all the thoughts that have gone into this post, the main thing I have reached a conclusion on is that my neighbor lady HAS watched Fern Gully.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-34530284695303607252012-06-13T23:03:00.001-06:002012-06-13T23:03:29.863-06:00Copperhead<br />
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When I was younger I remember my dad always telling me that I didn't have red hair, but that I had copper colored hair. Which is true. I have always had kind of a unique color of "red." I remember my dad always holding up a bright new penny to my hair and comparing the colors. Yup! It was pretty dang close to copper. However with being a Copperhead I have also had to come to grips with my hair aging like copper penny as well. Just take a glance at my fancy little chart! </div>
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New people I meet started referring to me as having brown hair. That was a no go for me. So I have resorted to Henna dying it back to about the color of photo B. It's not super accurate but accurate enough that Aunt Shirley can't tell the difference. And as long as she can't tell then I think I can just about fool anyone else. :)</div>
<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-24360564263850491612012-06-10T21:55:00.001-06:002012-06-10T21:55:16.179-06:00Bad Pants Ross Man! BAD Pants!So the other day Reese and I were with my stepmom at Ross. We were waiting in a horribly huge line and so I got to people watching. (Truly one of my favorite things to do, especially at a place like Ross. :)) Well there was this manager guy standing there slightly overweight, shaved head, early 30's talking to an employee. He was just chatting away with her while our line was like 10 people deep. But something about him made it so I couldn't take my eyes off of him. No it wasn't that I was having a brown pants day and somehow found him attractive.....or maybe I did. :) It was because his pants fit him SO badly. I have never seen a person in my whole life whose pants fit them worse than this guys pants did at this moment in time. They were dress pants, but he was muffin topping out of them but so was his bum! But then they were like a inch to short but then they bunched up on the sides and rode up.....if you catch my drift. Then he started walking around like he was the big cheese! Did I take my eyes off of him? NO! I seriously could not stop staring. Then for the week or so after the siting I would think about it and just started cracking up. I know I am not the best dressed person ever. But seriously??? A little part of me enjoyed this spectacle so much I kinda want to go back and see if I can find him again. :)<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-90806477189088566052012-05-25T22:59:00.000-06:002012-05-25T23:13:30.118-06:00Reasons Why I Can't Believe I Am Still Single#6 - Today while I was taking my car into Jiffy Lube to get my oil changed, a young guy came to my assistance. He opened my door for me and as I was getting out of my car my fart pen in my bag went off with a REALLY long fart sound. Uh......what do you say to that? "Oh I am sorry my fart pen just went off!" Uh who would actually believe that? I just prayed he didn't hear it. But I am pretty sure he did the way he diverted his eyes. Conclusion, he heard!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-66689043231047082962012-05-25T13:59:00.000-06:002012-05-25T13:59:07.298-06:00Seventeen AgainI never really was a huge Twilight fan. But I am a huge Hunger Games fan! So so good! I would have to say I am a hands down, no competition Peeta fan! A lot of girls like Gayle but there is just something about this face. That is hard to say no to.<br />
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Anyone who knows my taste in men already knows that I like the boys that look young and who have baby faces. PRECIOUS! Ok so I think he is so stinkin' cute that I almost want to be seventeen again and put up a poster in my room.....maybe right next to my picture of the temple or something. Just to keep things in perspective. :)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219459503121275407.post-43783440613245359902012-05-23T23:22:00.002-06:002012-05-23T23:22:54.345-06:00I Am Single and I Don't Know WhySo tonight at the temple I went to my next station and the older lady whose station I was taking asked me if I was with the Young Single Adult group. I said yes and then she proceeded to ask me why I was still single when I am so darling. Uh...... how do you answer that? So I just said, "I dunno" thinking we would just move on. I was wrong. She then tells me in a very serious tone that she is really asking me a question and wanted to know. AWKWARD! What do you <i>really</i> say to that now..... Sometimes the worst thing about being single is having to explain to others and eventually to yourself why you are.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01647342044208521812noreply@blogger.com1