<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:10:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bird's Eye View</title><subtitle type='html'>The world viewed from 5,000 ft is breathtaking.  This is the kind of view you get to enjoy when your husband is a pilot.  However, most of my time is spent with both feet on the ground.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4095481039195633268</id><published>2009-05-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:00:00.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other night A. was outside working on the car while I was inside getting dinner ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey babe...you want to see something really cool?", he said, coming quietly through the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure", I say, as I follow him outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shhhhhhh, be quiet.", said hubs bringing his finger to his lips, "Look." He points up at the street light at the end of our driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look. There it is...a gorgeous hawk enjoying a freshly caught meal on the top of the street light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow", I breathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we stood. A. and I, together, quietly and peacefully enjoying watching nature and the circle of life take place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761841323886914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sf45JVMXyUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ff85FHjyV8c/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My pathetic zoom showing off in all it's glory...sigh, where is an SLR when a girl needs one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4095481039195633268?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4095481039195633268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4095481039195633268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4095481039195633268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4095481039195633268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/05/neighborhood-friend.html' title='Neighborhood Friend'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sf45JVMXyUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ff85FHjyV8c/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4387725616811050952</id><published>2009-05-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:56:00.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Get By With A Little Help From Your Friends</title><content type='html'>...or in this case fun tokens of appreciation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend C. came to visit bearing sweet gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand-picked flowers for moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sft-9hD0KlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mmKyQ_GvAWs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sft-9hD0KlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mmKyQ_GvAWs/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330994179234605650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a police K-9 card for Hubs.  C. is a parking officer, so this gift was very much from the heart, hilarious, and appropriate.  On the back there is a message from "Martie" that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If anyone make you feel afraid or uncomfortable, always tell a responsible adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This struck me as funny when given to a 36 year old man:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sft-96BheOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DqB3gHMWy0M/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sft-96BheOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DqB3gHMWy0M/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330994185935878370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4387725616811050952?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4387725616811050952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4387725616811050952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4387725616811050952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4387725616811050952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-get-by-with-little-help-from-your.html' title='You Get By With A Little Help From Your Friends'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sft-9hD0KlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mmKyQ_GvAWs/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2284962536035369237</id><published>2009-05-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:07:31.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>As I post this, there is a march happening outside of my office.  It is the annual “A Day Without Latinos” march.  Thousands of Latinos are skipping work to march down the streets of Milwaukee for immigration rights.  Fine, whatever, they are marching for something that they believe in supporting.  Nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, something wrong with people and their ever growing ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue a comment I just overheard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Why are the Mexicans out there marching in this state of epidemic (referencing the swine flu)?  Don’t they realize that their culture is a carrier for the swine flu?!?!?!  Now they are just spreading it around and infecting us!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hello?  Now, I am not a medical professional, however, I am confident in saying that just because someone is Latino, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t make them a swine flu carrier.  A “culture” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t catch and spread a virus, infected people do.  Furthermore, the swine flu, like any flu, is spread from human to human regardless of race, religious belief, age, or social status.  You might even say that the flu virus is an “equal opportunity” virus.  So unless all of the people marching outside of my window right now were recently in Mexico visiting with an infected individual (which I doubt) or sharing a water glass with the now two cases that have been positively ID as of Wednesday here in Milwaukee (which I also doubt), I think that we can put this ignorant and lame accusation to rest. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  please don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that the swine flu epidemic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t freaky (actually, as I am partly a hypochondriac, I find it very freaky and am looking for budding symptoms in myself and hubby constantly).  What I am saying is that some people are very ignorant and deserve to be called out on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2284962536035369237?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2284962536035369237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2284962536035369237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2284962536035369237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2284962536035369237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-love-of-ignorance.html' title='For The Love of Ignorance'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1673829399799324123</id><published>2009-04-30T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:52:24.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy as 1-2-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sfnj_Kx4DgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XtLZ4M8wD3M/s1600-h/Tunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330542308334505474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sfnj_Kx4DgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XtLZ4M8wD3M/s400/Tunic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23317440"&gt;Promenade Olive Tunic&lt;/a&gt;; tortillagirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sfnj-8LJe8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/7Gpdehl0CMQ/s1600-h/Cluctch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330542304413973442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sfnj-8LJe8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/7Gpdehl0CMQ/s400/Cluctch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24225385"&gt;Bird Sanctuary Clutch&lt;/a&gt;; ClutchThat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330542609070215074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SfnkQrG2z6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/0aTdCHk4L-s/s400/Olive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;amp;listing_id=21356411"&gt;Olive with A Twist&lt;/a&gt;; Rock Paper Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1673829399799324123?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1673829399799324123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1673829399799324123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1673829399799324123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1673829399799324123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/etsy-as-1-2-3.html' title='Etsy as 1-2-3'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sfnj_Kx4DgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XtLZ4M8wD3M/s72-c/Tunic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7240542585989164309</id><published>2009-04-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:53:30.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww, Shucks</title><content type='html'>My very dear friend J. came to visit this weekend. Guess what she had as a little surprise birthday gift for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pure delicousness&lt;/strike&gt; Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is now in my house (stored on a shelf in DVD form but still)... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329785618517034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SfczyBixhwI/AAAAAAAAAao/UFYJUagBZvw/s400/6a00d83451e0fc69e2010536b12b8c970b-320wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7240542585989164309?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7240542585989164309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7240542585989164309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7240542585989164309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7240542585989164309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/awwww-shucks.html' title='Awwww, Shucks'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SfczyBixhwI/AAAAAAAAAao/UFYJUagBZvw/s72-c/6a00d83451e0fc69e2010536b12b8c970b-320wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2016881386571521484</id><published>2009-04-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:15:04.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of "Those People"</title><content type='html'>You know who I am talking about. “Those people” are the people who hold up check out lines because they insist on paying for their $20 purchase in change. “Those people” are also the ones who insist on always using the Express Lane (aka: 20 items or less) even though their cart is heaping with groceries. Oh, and “those people” is the couple who has a cart FULL of groceries rang up and when the clerk tells them their total, they look at each other in shock and sheepishly say, “we don’t have that much cash, we are going to have to return some items” while a mile long line is forming behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder where this is going? Can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I was half of the couple with the cart full of groceries and not enough funds to pay for the bounty of food amassed during a "we only need a couple of things" grocery store run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding, ding, ding...you got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, while checking out at the grocery store, the typically very conscientious and courteous hubs and I quickly became “one of those people”, taking items out of our already bagged groceries to be returned so that we could pay our grocery bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2016881386571521484?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2016881386571521484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2016881386571521484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2016881386571521484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2016881386571521484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-those-people.html' title='One of &quot;Those People&quot;'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4137933759151405823</id><published>2009-04-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:21:30.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Married a Mathlete</title><content type='html'>An actual conversation between me and hubs this weekend while on an early Sunday morning drive heading for my Grandpa's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs: [out of the blue] &lt;em&gt;So, can you believe I used to get up this early on the weekends for fun to attend competitions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Oh? I didn't know that you played any sports?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs: &lt;em&gt;Yep. I spent my weekends attending mathematics competitions. What, you didn't know that math was a sport?&lt;/em&gt; [chest puffs out] &lt;em&gt;I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mathlete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;A what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true. No matter how well you think you know your husband, there may still be skeletons in his closet. One of those skeletons came out of my husbands closet this weekend. Who would have thunk that there was such a thing as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mathletics&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Smartee&lt;/span&gt; pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4137933759151405823?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4137933759151405823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4137933759151405823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4137933759151405823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4137933759151405823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-married-mathlete.html' title='I Married a Mathlete'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1669742439424045425</id><published>2009-04-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:40:58.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Space Lives On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SfHNo1mw9MI/AAAAAAAAAag/hoUpR5xc2YQ/s1600-h/hawaiian-shirt-friday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328265935624139970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SfHNo1mw9MI/AAAAAAAAAag/hoUpR5xc2YQ/s400/hawaiian-shirt-friday-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You remember the scene in Office Space where Bill Lumbergh announces that it is Hawaiian shirt day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, and remember: next Friday... is Hawaiian shirt day. So, you know, if you want to, go ahead and wear a Hawaiian shirt and jeans."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, hubs is living this reality as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actual email from hubs work (modified slightly to protect identities):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To: Undisclosed Recipients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After consulting many colleges, we have decided that between Memorial Day and Labor every Friday will be Hawaiian shirt day. We decided to try to cheer up what has been a gloomy forecast for the year. Tomorrow it is going to be 81 degrees outside and a perfect day to wear a Hawaiian shirt but because not everyone has a Hawaiian shirt they will be optional until Memorial Day. We will not be ridiculing anyone for not participating but if you wear the same [type of shirt like you wear everyother workday] (like some people we know do, not to mention any names), do not be surprised to get a little hazing that of course is all in fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a cheerful happy Hawaiian shirt day Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Unlike Office Space, Hawaiian shirt day at hubs office is is meant to be fun and lift moral. Personally, I think it is a fantastic idea but, I will admit, I still giggled a little when hubs got dressed this morning in shirt that depicts an ocean scene complete with sail boats AND genuine shell buttons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; shirt day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1669742439424045425?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1669742439424045425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1669742439424045425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1669742439424045425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1669742439424045425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/office-space-lives-on.html' title='Office Space Lives On'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SfHNo1mw9MI/AAAAAAAAAag/hoUpR5xc2YQ/s72-c/hawaiian-shirt-friday-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5082950843726700641</id><published>2009-04-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:48:14.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story</title><content type='html'>I am in love with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se9XsgbdtbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UUbaMGUguoA/s1600-h/love+story+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327573306333574578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se9XsgbdtbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UUbaMGUguoA/s400/love+story+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327573310201460306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se9Xsu1o9lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NRw-0vpGcR0/s400/Love+story+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"A Love Story", a Fine Art Photograph by Kelly Vanderslice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase it &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23680629"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5082950843726700641?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5082950843726700641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5082950843726700641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5082950843726700641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5082950843726700641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story.html' title='A Love Story'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se9XsgbdtbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UUbaMGUguoA/s72-c/love+story+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-569223427502642354</id><published>2009-04-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:20:46.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when...</title><content type='html'>...the temps reach 70 degrees, it is a gorgeous sunny day, AND it's Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was exactly the scenario that hubs and I were faced with this Saturday. Being the good, responsible homeowners we &lt;strike&gt;pretend to be&lt;/strike&gt; are, we first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gridded out our backyard for a big re-landscaping project scheduled for later this summer. Well, actually Hubs did this solo while I caught up on a little extra zzzzz's. Have I mentioned that I could be a professional sleeper? Seriously, I am THAT good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaned out and organized the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Washed and detailed BOTH cars...and let me tell you, they look way sexy with out their winter salt coating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. De-winterized the bikes and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. took them for their very first 2009 "spin"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE: The bike pictures you are about to view are not actually hub's and my bikes but our bikes do look just like these. These images were carefully selected and "borrowed" from the world wide web for your viewing pleasure. I say this because the last image, particularly, is pretty cheesy. It reminds me of a picture you would take on a vacation but instead of a smiling "vacationer" enjoying the breath taking scenery, the bike is? Ummmm, whatever ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs rides this sweet machine (and let me tell you...he looks H O T on that this baby!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327178015329644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se3wLir-blI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/juj8MTkTSmg/s400/1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "current" sweet ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327178015529343634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se3wLjblmpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/w_CK_94v21g/s400/Ninja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is until I upgrade to this later this summer!!!!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327178020813679794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se3wL3HeLLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GQwmB3cfbPY/s400/600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-569223427502642354?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/569223427502642354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=569223427502642354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/569223427502642354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/569223427502642354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-to-do-when.html' title='What to do when...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Se3wLir-blI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/juj8MTkTSmg/s72-c/1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-3131309668377897548</id><published>2009-04-20T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:37:39.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just How Bad is the Economy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SeyWSGtwvDI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N5CvJhTJLXc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326797697056816178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SeyWSGtwvDI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N5CvJhTJLXc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, cats are SO dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-3131309668377897548?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3131309668377897548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=3131309668377897548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3131309668377897548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3131309668377897548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-how-bad-is-economy.html' title='Just How Bad is the Economy?'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SeyWSGtwvDI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N5CvJhTJLXc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7379889672446213900</id><published>2009-04-16T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:13:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass-Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot of the design desk...NEW brass necklaces featuring bold creatures that may be scary in real-life but look so cute when hanging around your neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a big, warm, hand-made welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23752954"&gt;Batty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=23752655"&gt;Octy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338163963583346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sedm2GPhW3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FEOx4xncTro/s400/batty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338165728634898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sedm2M0V6BI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-Y77xiCajZw/s400/Octy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7379889672446213900?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7379889672446213900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7379889672446213900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7379889672446213900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7379889672446213900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/brass-style.html' title='Brass-Style'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sedm2GPhW3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FEOx4xncTro/s72-c/batty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-130548652348790520</id><published>2009-04-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:49:30.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun...Bracelets</title><content type='html'>I love holidays, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time off from work, clocking some QT with the fam, and homemade food (usually consumed in large, gut-busting quantities), just to name a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However one thing that I have always hated about holidays is the boredom that seems to seep in. Sorry, but I am an active person and not one to "enjoy" parking it in front of the TV to watch a show or, worse, SPORTS (I am allergic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliantly (patting myself on the back here), I came up with a game plan. I would teach a bracelet class to interested members of my family. We could sit around and chat while creating something delish to take home and wear. Let me tell you, it was a BLAST. It is also an idea I would encourage you to steal should you suffer from boredom during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So myself, my mom, my sister-in-law, and a transplant (my dear friend joined my family for Easter as she doesn't have family herself in the area) talked and laughed up a storm while making these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324589066384750578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SeS9i4TKt_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/git9manXOfw/s400/After.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one (shown above) is metal-free...perfect for anyone who suffers from metal allergies and cannot (gasp) wear most jewelry. As someone who has a slight nickel allergy, I am pretty excited about this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324589061377950226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SeS9ilpdAhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2kHAxsh8LTQ/s400/Date+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-130548652348790520?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/130548652348790520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=130548652348790520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/130548652348790520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/130548652348790520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-funbracelets.html' title='Easter Fun...Bracelets'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SeS9i4TKt_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/git9manXOfw/s72-c/After.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1397850322923822392</id><published>2009-04-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:22:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop, Hop, Hop</title><content type='html'>I really needed to get the post office today.  Usually, I quick dart in before work, used the automated postage center (which ROCKS) and off go my creations to their new owners and homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I had an international order (Canada) and you cannot ship internationally from the automated postage center so I had to wait until after 9 and walk on over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a slightly embarrassing mishap on this 3 block walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after crossing a street, I stepped up onto the curb and somehow my right shoe FLEW off my foot and landing about 4 squares of sidewalk ahead of me.  So, I did what anyone would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped nonchalantly ahead to put it back on...of course in front of a bus-stop and bus, both of which were full of staring people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1397850322923822392?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1397850322923822392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1397850322923822392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1397850322923822392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1397850322923822392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/hop-hop-hop.html' title='Hop, Hop, Hop'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2626265326423163134</id><published>2009-04-10T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:56:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Email an Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>My creative techniques stay with in the realms of designing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "typing" emotional icons use extends all the way to the errant ":)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received an email today with a bunny made from computer characters I was so impressed by the creativity I just had to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;( )     ( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   @ @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     uu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a bunny, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2626265326423163134?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2626265326423163134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2626265326423163134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2626265326423163134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2626265326423163134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-email-easter-bunny.html' title='How to Email an Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2436108539144170960</id><published>2009-04-10T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:16:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so technically it is Sunday (yes, Easter Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not a "birthday" person so to speak, as I am not one to relish being the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I came into work this morning, I had a card sitting on my chair signed by all of my coworkers and a box of KrispyKreme Doughnuts sitting on my desk.  Wow, for me?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 9:15 am, I was called to a meeting, which turned out to be a little surprise b-day bash for me...complete with Panera bagels and homemade cupcakes (with white frosting...be still my heart!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am sitting here, with a sugar high (understandable when you have downed a KrispyCreme and a cupcake before 10am :)) perfectly content and extremely flattered that my coworkers are so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help yourself to a birthday donut...it's on me (they are good for you...0 grams of trans fat):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323096700793092002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sd9wPxPTd6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/HDt4xte4K08/s400/donutbattle_krispy%2520kreme%252012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2436108539144170960?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2436108539144170960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2436108539144170960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2436108539144170960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2436108539144170960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my Birthday...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sd9wPxPTd6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/HDt4xte4K08/s72-c/donutbattle_krispy%2520kreme%252012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5263790807721976544</id><published>2009-04-08T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:16:23.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A romantic inspiration from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PillowHappy&lt;/span&gt;. Le sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23367333"&gt;Red Rose Pillow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322370198649433954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sdzbfx2f72I/AAAAAAAAAY4/14_Iew98DKk/s400/Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=22721945"&gt;LOVE Scrabble Tile Pillows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322370201604127538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sdzbf828-zI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VEqNcNX-zNw/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5263790807721976544?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5263790807721976544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5263790807721976544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5263790807721976544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5263790807721976544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sdzbfx2f72I/AAAAAAAAAY4/14_Iew98DKk/s72-c/Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2080286754065033088</id><published>2009-04-07T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:41:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there was ONE</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have been off the blog wagon for almost a month now.  Actually, I am not sure if I was ever totally "on" the blog wagon since I just started blogging the first of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, anyways, I have learned from lurking on many other blogs that when you have taken an "unannounced" blogging break, you need to provide an excuse of why you have neglected your blog for a period of time.  So, here is my excuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I had to let go my entire office due to the economic downturn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the year with 4 people in my office (including me).  One left on her own free will to pursue her dreams.  Her position was never filled so I was down to 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am down to just me and trying to juggle to work of 3 other people plus my own.  My work life in one word: BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I still have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my first "excuse" for not blogging as regularly as I would have hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back on the wagon now, so to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2080286754065033088?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2080286754065033088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2080286754065033088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2080286754065033088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2080286754065033088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-then-there-was-one.html' title='And then there was ONE'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5937557242721976737</id><published>2009-03-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:29:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Musings</title><content type='html'>1. Rediscovered my "creative side" at Artist &amp;amp; Display (a fantastic art store in Milwaukee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Randomly mused on the kiss-ability of the Friend's lead actors. If I had to pick one Friends lead male to kiss it would be the "non-puffy" Chandler...who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cooked up a BAH (Big Ass Ham).  Served it with &lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1850,144168-239193,00.html"&gt;Roasted Garlic Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Attended a sex-ed class including a full lesson in edible lotions, lube, and toys this weekend (via a Pure Romance party). We are not in 8th grade sex-ed any more Toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoyed spending time with the girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched our backyard turn into a "seasonal swimming pool" courtesy of Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Remembered that we still need to regrade our property so that said "pool" no longer forms (this needs to be done this year as standing water up against the house is not cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Had a blast playing cards and gorging on pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5937557242721976737?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5937557242721976737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5937557242721976737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5937557242721976737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5937557242721976737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-musings.html' title='Weekend Musings'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6943290346739274316</id><published>2009-03-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:38:01.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Ahead...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning we were forced to bump our clocks 1 hour ahead due to a little thing called Day Light Savings Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are getting longer....and...WARMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Jack Frost, hello Springtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6943290346739274316?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6943290346739274316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6943290346739274316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6943290346739274316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6943290346739274316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-ahead.html' title='Spring Ahead...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7916751311519475273</id><published>2009-03-06T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:54:54.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Lovely Weeknd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SbFmXx1jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/1Ue8t0WEUXo/s1600-h/acrylics1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310137994347496338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SbFmXx1jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/1Ue8t0WEUXo/s400/acrylics1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend brings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scones, eggs, and sausage breakfast (homemade by Mr. Bird)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An art demo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A "girlie's night"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A card party with Mr. Bird and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you up to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7916751311519475273?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7916751311519475273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7916751311519475273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7916751311519475273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7916751311519475273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-lovely-weeknd.html' title='Have a Lovely Weeknd'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SbFmXx1jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/1Ue8t0WEUXo/s72-c/acrylics1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-8319441592211920934</id><published>2009-03-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:03:23.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{YOUR NAME HERE}'s Closet Boutique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SbFk5c01_EI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Yg3RET856zo/s1600-h/Closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310136373799681090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SbFk5c01_EI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Yg3RET856zo/s400/Closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there very well might be a new shop in your town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to make a little extra cash, women across the nation are turning their closets into "boutiques" and inviting strangers over (via Craig's List) to "shop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it like a glorified garage sale. I am not sure how I would feel about having strangers in my home (my mom always taught me not to talk with strangers and I am pretty sure that this rule implies don't invite them into your house, either), But, aside from the whole "strangers" thing, it could be fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, be forewarned. If you are thinking of setting up your own "shop" you can't forget about setting up store policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports one "Closet Shop" owner, "My first customer browsed for about an hour, enjoying the bottled water I provided and ended up purchasing $180 worth of items, all for her adult daughter. Well, she called the next day wanting to return the items because her daughter wasn't interested in wearing used clothing. Luckily, I had clearly stated in the ad, cash sales only, all sale final."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-8319441592211920934?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8319441592211920934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=8319441592211920934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8319441592211920934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8319441592211920934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-name-heres-closet-boutique.html' title='{YOUR NAME HERE}&apos;s Closet Boutique'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SbFk5c01_EI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Yg3RET856zo/s72-c/Closet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6371854666877275759</id><published>2009-03-04T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:03:33.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raptor Obsession</title><content type='html'>I am probably one of the few people over the age of 12 who still jumps up and down with glee pointing excitedly when I spot a hawk on a telephone pole on the side of the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, the thing is, I have always had a fascination with raptors (aka Birds of Prey...falcons, hawks, eagles, owls). I am intrigued by their beauty and grace which directly contrasts their impeccable and deadly hunting skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are equipped with such advanced aviation and predatory skills that even the most advanced human produced technologies look primitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is no wonder that I jumped up and down with similar "raptor spotting" glee when I stumbled across these today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Newton the Barn Owl&lt;/em&gt;, 5x5 fine art print by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5069166"&gt;Rock Top Studio&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309399669789282514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa7G3ohd0NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LmdA_TSTJ2Q/s400/Barn+Owl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owl&lt;/em&gt;, 7 x 8 fine art print by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6390564"&gt;Sharon Montrose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309399679518575602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa7G4MxHC_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/REA-g9ZQyHw/s400/Owl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great Horned Owl - 5x7 Photograph by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5513972"&gt;McGuinness Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309403671291608082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa7KgjR9vBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VM6g6GJKv8s/s400/Great+Horned.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dreaming Owl...original 5x7 black and white photograph by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5805037"&gt;allieart4children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309403666136305170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa7KgQE2DhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Xzxh-9zBKVk/s400/Dreaming+Owl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6371854666877275759?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6371854666877275759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6371854666877275759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6371854666877275759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6371854666877275759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/raptor-obsession.html' title='Raptor Obsession'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa7G3ohd0NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LmdA_TSTJ2Q/s72-c/Barn+Owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4437776792589328385</id><published>2009-03-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:35:24.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Date Night at the Boo-Jay</title><content type='html'>Last night Mr. Bird (AKA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hubsters&lt;/span&gt; :)) and I saw the movie &lt;a href="http://valkyrie.unitedartists.com/"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valkyrie is a historical film set in Nazi Germany during WWII and documents the July 20, 1944 plot by German officers to remove Adolf Hitler from power.  The July 1944 plot was the last of the 15 attempts to assassinate Adolf Hitler…9 months later he would commit suicide with the Soviet forces at his back door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film was very moving.  The perspective of documenting the internal politics and workings of the German army during Hitlers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regime&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;.  Furthermore the costuming was stunning and the actors were wonderfully and appropriately cast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love history and documentary type films (based on a real story?...sweet!) and this movie did not disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4437776792589328385?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4437776792589328385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4437776792589328385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4437776792589328385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4437776792589328385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-date-night-at-boo-jay.html' title='Tuesday Date Night at the Boo-Jay'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-300596784684183702</id><published>2009-03-03T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:44:32.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Less Traveled</title><content type='html'>The photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5222970"&gt;Courage My Love &lt;/a&gt;are so lovely. The epitome of serene, peaceful, yet a little quirky and mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first fell in love with Madelyn's photography when I stumbled on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21756928"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempest in a Teacup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The colors of the teacups and the movement in this photograph is thrilling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309026657993572786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa1znfTJQbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/zcMVKENLKwA/s400/tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after perusing through her lovely Etsy shop I came across this serene image, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21622418"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Path That is The Endless Mystery of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Loving the camera angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309026654172224082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa1znREEGlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9gYvgO0MO8g/s400/Courage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally, I adore, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19953123"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I Said Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Not only is the shot hopelessly romantic but it features one of my all time favorite "non-mind rotting" gamesn (sorry Apples to Apples lovers)...SCRABBLE. Hubsters and I play this game all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309026658332447330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa1zngj8EmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ylfdW1J7YbI/s400/yes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-300596784684183702?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/300596784684183702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=300596784684183702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/300596784684183702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/300596784684183702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/path-less-traveled.html' title='The Path Less Traveled'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sa1znfTJQbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/zcMVKENLKwA/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4776490847827324726</id><published>2009-03-03T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:30:53.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow By Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;  As in inches of snow dumped on our lovely little street yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;  As in the number of times we had to shovel (once in the morning and again in the evening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;  As in the number of times I asked myself yesterday:  "Why, again, do I live in Wisconsin?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;  As in the number of daydreams I had dreaming of living someplace less snowy and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a weather pattern divided Milwaukee, WI.  For those by the lake (me) we got hammered with snow due to a phenomenon called "lake effect snow".  For those inland, they got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nadda&lt;/span&gt;, nothing, zip...in fact I heard rumours of blue clear skies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4776490847827324726?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4776490847827324726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4776490847827324726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4776490847827324726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4776490847827324726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-by-numbers.html' title='Snow By Numbers'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5422175063344142687</id><published>2009-03-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:18:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a fun weekend creating two starBURST Pendant Necklaces inspired by the Twilight books (I just finished the last book, &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt; this weekend...sigh...what a fantabulous story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21691686&amp;amp;ref=em"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21691960&amp;amp;ref=em"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308655598291911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SawiI-MUAYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5I30NiHJ80o/s400/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308655596894630770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SawiI4_LM3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/S_b2n6Gco74/s400/Break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5422175063344142687?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5422175063344142687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5422175063344142687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5422175063344142687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5422175063344142687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-weekend.html' title='Inspiration Weekend'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SawiI-MUAYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5I30NiHJ80o/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6597090952130933841</id><published>2009-02-27T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:19:05.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Life In Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sags_1bDCEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/A_qvwI854k8/s1600-h/sutton-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307541636040034370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sags_1bDCEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/A_qvwI854k8/s400/sutton-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the weekend forecast of a 25 degree high, I can relate Sutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note:  It is not my intention to poke fun of nor discredited the cause and effect of global warming, which is a very REAL issue. This cartoon is for humour purposes only regarding how freakin &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; it gets in Wisconsin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6597090952130933841?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6597090952130933841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6597090952130933841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6597090952130933841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6597090952130933841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-life-in-wisconsin.html' title='Weekend Life In Wisconsin'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sags_1bDCEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/A_qvwI854k8/s72-c/sutton-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6160264003129599298</id><published>2009-02-27T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:13:14.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers on Film</title><content type='html'>Have you stopped by the blog, &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt;? If you haven't you should. I am just warning you once you are there, you are sure to become a follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly adore this blog and find it so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appropriately&lt;/span&gt; titled because just as sure as I have a cup of coffee every day, stop by Joanna's blog for a lovely dose of fashion, photography and other random musings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's "dose" brought a wonderful fun-filled story that lead to images such as this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307508653921763602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SagPABdRgRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/n4RD1Xe5CUo/s400/Tounges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disposable cameras were left out on random park benches in NY with a note attached: "Good afternoon, I attached this camera to the bench so you could take pictures. Seriously. So have fun. I'll be back later this evening to pick it up." You can read the full article and see more pictures &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/smitten/2009/02/we-left-two-cameras-on-new-yor.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the "realness" of these photos. In the age of technology, it seems so much of life is lived through a computer leaving less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; for "in-person" interaction. This disposable camera project is proof that there are people out there interacting and living life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6160264003129599298?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6160264003129599298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6160264003129599298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6160264003129599298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6160264003129599298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/strangers-on-film.html' title='Strangers on Film'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SagPABdRgRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/n4RD1Xe5CUo/s72-c/Tounges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5053672903781107838</id><published>2009-02-26T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:31:08.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermodelquins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SabDQxrtizI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xb8NZWqXfeA/s1600-h/Supermodelquin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307143903884708658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SabDQxrtizI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xb8NZWqXfeA/s400/Supermodelquin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy just launched a new advertising campaign - a jest on celebrity magazine featuring celebrity mannequins.  Fun, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5053672903781107838?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5053672903781107838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5053672903781107838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5053672903781107838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5053672903781107838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/supermodelquins.html' title='Supermodelquins'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SabDQxrtizI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xb8NZWqXfeA/s72-c/Supermodelquin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2136200792856244405</id><published>2009-02-26T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:13:09.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometown Headline</title><content type='html'>I have to say, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not proud of my hometown this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fdlreporter.com/article/20090226/FON0101/902260372/1985"&gt;Fond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; Lac Couple Accused of Making Children Live in Feces-Filled Rooms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it goes without saying but this is just sick, wrong, and heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is the first question comes to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were these children living in crap filled rooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to the husband, his wife has always had a problem with keeping the house clean so to help "encourage" her he decided to "simply stop cleaning to see if his wife would get the message and start taking more responsibility for the house". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, okay, this might explain the 2" of dust build up and the dirty dishes but this doesn't  explain the feces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked children who are 7, 8, 10, and 12 use a bathroom instead of their bed  or bedroom floor as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receptacle&lt;/span&gt; for eliminating waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something doesn't smell right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2136200792856244405?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2136200792856244405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2136200792856244405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2136200792856244405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2136200792856244405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/hometown-headline.html' title='Hometown Headline'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1988933250896444018</id><published>2009-02-25T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:01:07.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say YES</title><content type='html'>So, an update on Tuesday's Date Night.  I did opt to stay with the "date" concept and see &lt;em&gt;Yes Man&lt;/em&gt; with hubsters.  Somehow it just felt wrong to hang out with Edward in a theatre while my husband was watching a movie in a different theatre on date night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Man&lt;/em&gt;, was, in fact, a surprisingly GREAT movie.  The perfect mix of comedy plus a darn good message.  Jim Carey was perfectly cast as the lead and Zoey Deschanel was simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the movie is simple.  Carl (Jim Carey) is stuck in a life rut including a non-existent love life and a stale career when he gets drags to a convention called "Yes is the New No".  At the convention, Carl takes an oath to say Yes to EVERYTHING for a whole year which paves the way for a plethora of opportunities (some good, some bad).  His new mantra, Yes, forces him to start experiencing life instead of just watching it pass him by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a self-proclaimed homebody and not-one-to-attack-social-activities-with-gusto (though when I do...I have a blast!), the message of "Yes is the New No" resonated quite strongly with me.  So much so that I plan to use the word YES much more often to make sure I am taking advantage of every opportunity in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I leave you with one of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but rather by the moments that take your breath away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1988933250896444018?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1988933250896444018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1988933250896444018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1988933250896444018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1988933250896444018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-yes.html' title='Say YES'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6892018189029410518</id><published>2009-02-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:30:03.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Economy Stimulus Plan</title><content type='html'>I purchased this lovely &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21485810"&gt;wrap style top &lt;/a&gt;yesterday from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6481504"&gt;Chicffon Intimate&lt;/a&gt;. As a jewelry designer "quit-my-day-job-hopeful" myself, it feels good to give back to the "homemade" community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306760351089045090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaVmbELKLmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/vtYujdZr8Eg/s320/wrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just so we are all clear...I do plan on wearing this over pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6892018189029410518?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6892018189029410518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6892018189029410518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6892018189029410518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6892018189029410518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-economy-stimulus-plan.html' title='My Economy Stimulus Plan'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaVmbELKLmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/vtYujdZr8Eg/s72-c/wrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5756787323517715088</id><published>2009-02-25T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:21:31.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Think On?</title><content type='html'>On my walk into to work, a gentleman held the door for me while commenting…”Wow, you have a lot of stuff in your hands” – I was carry my typical “work” load which includes my coffee, car keys, lunch bag, tote bag (holding a book and a change of shoes), and my purse (which is oversized leaving enough room for my water, planner, and coffee thermos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know bring a lot of baggage into work…literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I smiled and responded jokingly, “Believe it or not, I only plan on staying the day”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as if the amount of stuff I bring it to work everyday could appear to be enough for a mini-trip.  Ba-dum-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to do my part by bringing a little humor in to brighten the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”, the gentleman replied, clearly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh…some people just don’t get me and my sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5756787323517715088?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5756787323517715088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5756787323517715088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5756787323517715088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5756787323517715088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-think-on.html' title='Is This Think On?'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-8756708267929477078</id><published>2009-02-24T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:00:01.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday Date Night at the Boo-jay Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubsters just called and dangled this little carrot in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306433471642103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaQ9ILV4b5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gjXGaA7OYAQ/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right, &lt;strike&gt;my Edward&lt;/strike&gt; Twilight has made it to the boo-jay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hem-haw...what to do. Do I go with hubsters to see &lt;a href="http://yesisthenewno.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Yes Man &lt;/a&gt;or spend an hour and a half drooling over this fine specimen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306431706983266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaQ7hdebeNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pzwYHcx8A-8/s400/Edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The jury is still out...stay tuned until tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-8756708267929477078?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8756708267929477078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=8756708267929477078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8756708267929477078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8756708267929477078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaQ9ILV4b5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gjXGaA7OYAQ/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1892682325421201790</id><published>2009-02-24T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:35:08.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock, Paper, Silver Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Feedback like this makes my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This was my first purchase using Etsy. I was very pleased with RockPaperSilver during the entire transaction. There was excellent communication throughout and the item was received three days earlier than promised. The necklace was beautiful and I was especially delighted with the packaging."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306378673435371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaQLSgHS6OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R0wdxQ6iFmE/s400/Name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21221403"&gt;Name Game Necklace &lt;/a&gt;tmize!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1892682325421201790?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1892682325421201790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1892682325421201790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1892682325421201790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1892682325421201790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-paper-silver-shout-out.html' title='Rock, Paper, Silver Shout Out'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaQLSgHS6OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R0wdxQ6iFmE/s72-c/Name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6789358753109005158</id><published>2009-02-24T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:00:08.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Musings</title><content type='html'>1.  The Lord of the Rings Movies are just as good the 3rd time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am officially over snow and definitely could have done without the 5-7" I had to watch come down on Saturday morning/ early afternoon (though the snow made #1 possible...what else are you going to do during a blizzard?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The snow day on Saturday also made &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21356726"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=21356411"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Shoveling is good exercise but I am still so over it (see number 2). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hubster's got his "game on" and took 3rd place in a poker tourney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I honed my card shuffling skills (I love poker but the buy-in was $25 bucks so just one of us played).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Lake Winnebago is breathtakingly beautiful when it is frozen over...particularly when seen from 200 feet off the deck (due to a sight seeing flight compliments of hubster's and my dear pilot friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Nothing beats warm home-made apple cranberry pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6789358753109005158?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6789358753109005158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6789358753109005158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6789358753109005158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6789358753109005158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-musings_24.html' title='Weekend Musings'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2813391219777381896</id><published>2009-02-23T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:19:49.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping IS a Science</title><content type='html'>I came across a very interesting book today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306053414016564306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaLjd6W0vFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SyIMTEzkZTI/s400/Why+We+Buy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I love clothes, make-up, shoes, housewares, books, and DVDs...I do, at times, feel ashamed for being so "consumerized" and definitely have felt the pull of guilt of spending money on "WANTS" instead of "NEEDS". Especially now. I just read today that up to 1/3 of Americans are in immediate danger of loosing their job...GULP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I really NEED &lt;a href="http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-am-loving-now.html"&gt;another sweater&lt;/a&gt;? Do I really NEED fantastic smelling &lt;a href="http://www.ulta.com/ulta/browse/productDetail.jsp?skuId=2154730&amp;amp;productId=xlsImpprod481550&amp;amp;navAction=push&amp;amp;navCount=3&amp;amp;categoryId=cat110002&amp;amp;title=Pink+Grapefruit+Nourishing+Body+Cream"&gt;vegan lotion&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This book breaks down why we spend and how we spend. Leaving no stone unturned, the book explains even the craziest of shopping habits (including the psychology behind them). I love the title of the third section of this book:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men are from Sears Hardware, Women are from Bloomingdale's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, my shopping habits can now be deciphered but I am still trying to figure out how it is possible to have a closet full of clothes but still have nothing to wear...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2813391219777381896?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2813391219777381896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2813391219777381896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2813391219777381896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2813391219777381896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-is-science.html' title='Shopping IS a Science'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaLjd6W0vFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SyIMTEzkZTI/s72-c/Why+We+Buy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4535559400931887305</id><published>2009-02-23T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:05:25.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility</title><content type='html'>The color blue is often associated with tranquility and calmness. These rooms look so peaceful...a perfect place to escape on a Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306023789634270082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaLIhi7sM4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/09zaLOMSzTs/s400/Blue+Room+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306023799787704002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaLIiIwdTsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/POTBKwHPSqE/s400/Blue+Room+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4535559400931887305?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4535559400931887305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4535559400931887305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4535559400931887305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4535559400931887305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/tranquility.html' title='Tranquility'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SaLIhi7sM4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/09zaLOMSzTs/s72-c/Blue+Room+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4746113200182163837</id><published>2009-02-20T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:55:52.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up, and Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304985187357112370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZ8X678hODI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jWmW6Z9Jum4/s400/ballons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weekend approaches...I start feeling like a colorful floating balloon...2 days of freedom from the 9-5 grind.  Days that start with "S" are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fab weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4746113200182163837?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4746113200182163837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4746113200182163837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4746113200182163837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4746113200182163837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up, Up, and Away'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZ8X678hODI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jWmW6Z9Jum4/s72-c/ballons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2244600428973871839</id><published>2009-02-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:00:00.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays Now Equal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZyND1RFgfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XxPZkYD8DH4/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304269558113468914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZyND1RFgfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XxPZkYD8DH4/s400/jeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just announced by the company I work for today...starting this Friday, every Friday is a Jeans Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow wearing jeans makes a work day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinitely&lt;/span&gt; more palatable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2244600428973871839?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2244600428973871839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2244600428973871839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2244600428973871839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2244600428973871839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/fridays-now-equal.html' title='Fridays Now Equal...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZyND1RFgfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XxPZkYD8DH4/s72-c/jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6000703267150446776</id><published>2009-02-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:49:42.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Coorporate America Has Forced Us To Embraced...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZwtfTHGfkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LNEQ0PcvLjI/s1600-h/Coffe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304164476864855618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZwtfTHGfkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LNEQ0PcvLjI/s400/Coffe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mornings I feel like this is my motto...not by choice but by the realities of being a working gal in Corporate America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those mornings. Bring on the caffeine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6000703267150446776?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6000703267150446776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6000703267150446776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6000703267150446776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6000703267150446776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-coorporate-america-has-forced-us.html' title='What Coorporate America Has Forced Us To Embraced...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZwtfTHGfkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LNEQ0PcvLjI/s72-c/Coffe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-415807731170760275</id><published>2009-02-18T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:00:00.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chic Idea - Non-Model Models</title><content type='html'>I love the concept in the new Liz Claiborne ad campaign thought up by none other than fashion powerhouse Isaac Mizrahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does the new ad campaign feature women with ages spanning across five decades -- it is time people realize that beauty is not defined by age -- but only one of the women in the ad is a professional model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real women and real beauty is a winning combination. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303902685243012418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZs_ZBUmdUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CsM6TWfYXdc/s320/Liz+Ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-415807731170760275?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/415807731170760275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=415807731170760275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/415807731170760275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/415807731170760275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/chic-idea-non-model-models.html' title='Chic Idea - Non-Model Models'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZs_ZBUmdUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CsM6TWfYXdc/s72-c/Liz+Ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1170191322952431598</id><published>2009-02-17T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:02:16.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Am Loving Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZsGb6eTffI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PJoZefin-Jo/s1600-h/Flyaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fly-away cardigan, the epitome of blissfully fabulous easy carefree style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular &lt;a href="http://www.express.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=5214&amp;amp;showBreadcrumb=false&amp;amp;relatedItem=true"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; from Express is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meets my criteria of warmth and comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is work appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is brilliantly bright cobalt blue (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubster's&lt;/span&gt; favorite color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It is on sale for $19.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Express has a "save an additional 20%" when you use coupon code 6386 through February 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The total price after discount and shipping and handling was $24.92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303840308466612786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZsGqNuM-jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q9O_fpEPpT0/s400/Flyaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1170191322952431598?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1170191322952431598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1170191322952431598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1170191322952431598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1170191322952431598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-am-loving-now.html' title='What I Am Loving Now'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZsGqNuM-jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q9O_fpEPpT0/s72-c/Flyaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1935019924206740727</id><published>2009-02-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:57:05.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings Are Just WRONG</title><content type='html'>Bringing a whole new dimension to &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29222844/?GT1=43001"&gt;baby daddy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1935019924206740727?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1935019924206740727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1935019924206740727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1935019924206740727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1935019924206740727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/somethings-are-just-wrong.html' title='Somethings Are Just WRONG'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6073512249535245194</id><published>2009-02-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:38:03.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Hubster’s makes the best scrambled eggs and sausage breakfast EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thoroughly enjoyed a impromptu deep discussion with friends regarding the complex inner workings of relationships. If I could “do it all over again” I would seriously consider becoming a Psychiatrist. Human emotions, behaviors, and interaction simply fasinate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;He’s Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt; was a great Valentines day movie. I so know people like almost every single one of those characters. On a side note: I would love to have Jennifer Aniston’s wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Crock Pot came through for me again and yielded a delicious meal: Garlic Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;American Pie&lt;/em&gt; is a hilarious movie even if you are watching it for the 7th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shopping at Costco can save you serious amounts of money as long as you don’t mind stocking “army-sized” portions. Plus the pizza in their food court is just plain yummy and at only $2 for a mother-load-slice it makes for an extremely budget friendly lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Indoor soccer games are a blast!!!! I went to my first Wave game on Sunday and will definitely be back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eating almost a whole bag of Conversations Hearts will leave you feeling a little sickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6073512249535245194?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6073512249535245194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6073512249535245194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6073512249535245194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6073512249535245194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-musings.html' title='Weekend Musings'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-2180818433799366241</id><published>2009-02-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:40:16.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Treasure</title><content type='html'>...to be featured in a Treasury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie from KtMotif convo'd me to let me know that my White Lightning danglers are featured in her recently snagged treasury:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list_west.php?room_id=43576"&gt;Posh Meaning....Elegant and Fashion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-2180818433799366241?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2180818433799366241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=2180818433799366241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2180818433799366241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/2180818433799366241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-treasure.html' title='What A Treasure'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1107968409534335120</id><published>2009-02-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:00:00.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZIe_DevzeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bRhTmLGaTXs/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301333779983355362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZIe_DevzeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bRhTmLGaTXs/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;/em&gt; by Chistina Velina Ion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1107968409534335120?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1107968409534335120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1107968409534335120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1107968409534335120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1107968409534335120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZIe_DevzeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bRhTmLGaTXs/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7566077222491244007</id><published>2009-02-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:22:54.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Things in Life are FREE, Literally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In times of a tough economy, a girl has to get thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I got yesterday…for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302301627151111250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZWPPLJRVFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kIy09pU7Ufg/s400/Garnier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you my friend, Walgreen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EasySaver&lt;/span&gt; Catalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not familiar with the EasySaver Catalog, it is a monthly catalog exclusive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; full of coupons and rebates. The best thing? Every month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; offers a handful of items that are FREE after rebate. Most months there are some very nice items like makeup, shampoo, and vitamins. Plus, the rebate is super easy to redeem…basically you just have to create an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EasySaver&lt;/span&gt; account and upload your receipt reference number online. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bada&lt;/span&gt; boom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bing&lt;/span&gt;…a few weeks later you get your rebate in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out February’s Easy Saver Catalog by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.walgreens.com/store/rebateclub.jsp"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. You will be glad you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7566077222491244007?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7566077222491244007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7566077222491244007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7566077222491244007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7566077222491244007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-things-in-life-are-free.html' title='Sometimes Things in Life are FREE, Literally!'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZWPPLJRVFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kIy09pU7Ufg/s72-c/Garnier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6624973004622033384</id><published>2009-02-12T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:01:38.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Christmases</title><content type='html'>Hubsters and I saw Four Christmases last night at the Boo-jay Theatre (Budget Theater).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it. Absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese and Vince were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content was so relatable. Reese and Vince play a very well-matched, happy, adjusted couple who are just enjoying the relationship they are in. A big tribute to their happiness is the reality that they avoid their families and the drama associated with them. So, every Christmas, they plan a trip -- Fiji, Hawaii, the Bahamas – which forces them to "miss" all the family holiday gatherings. Well, one Christmas their flight gets cancelled so they end up visiting their families...all four of them. Drama ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mistletoe&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You can't have families without lies&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie got hubsters and I thinking: planning a vacation right over the Holiday season, especially some place tropical is a fantastic, very appealing idea and could very well become a tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6624973004622033384?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6624973004622033384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6624973004622033384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6624973004622033384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6624973004622033384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-christmases.html' title='Four Christmases'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4543659828790367752</id><published>2009-02-12T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:42:32.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Is That What Those Lines Are For</title><content type='html'>Every morning I park my car in the company's parking garage...typically without issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit in the parking garage the spots are a little more narrow than your typically parking lot space.  I am sure this allows the parking garage to maximize the number of spaces available therefore maximize their revenue.  Still, while the spots are narrow, there is plenty of space to "fit". I see it happen all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make it happen all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, the responsibility of lining up one's car BETWEEN the lines is too much responsibility for some people. I saw two cars parked like, well, crap this morning.  This is is so annoying to me.  Can't people put a little effort into life anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301920222367739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZQ0WfmwbQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6qFRElwQI5c/s400/Bad+Park+Job.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4543659828790367752?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4543659828790367752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4543659828790367752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4543659828790367752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4543659828790367752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-is-that-what-those-lines-are-for.html' title='Oh, Is That What Those Lines Are For'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZQ0WfmwbQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6qFRElwQI5c/s72-c/Bad+Park+Job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7889030596340725216</id><published>2009-02-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:00:01.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'll Pass</title><content type='html'>Hubsters ran to the grocery store for us the other night to get a couple of things, including a bag of pork rinds as an "impulse buy". Generously, he offered me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299750523743103426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYx_BaXl6cI/AAAAAAAAATo/k9UrYwABYiM/s320/Pork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech...fried pork skins?!?!?! I will definitely pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech (definition) - to find something wholly offensive as to want to throw up to purge the sensation from the mind and/or body; often used as a response by someone when offered a pork rind...hmmmmmm, interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7889030596340725216?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7889030596340725216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7889030596340725216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7889030596340725216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7889030596340725216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-ill-pass.html' title='I Think I&apos;ll Pass'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYx_BaXl6cI/AAAAAAAAATo/k9UrYwABYiM/s72-c/Pork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-922407215763642369</id><published>2009-02-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:30:00.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Hubster's Away...</title><content type='html'>1. Set up my checking account in a software program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted my nails "Steady Ready" (a mauvish pink) last night and got to thinking...who comes up with nail polish color names? A side note: Sally Hansen's NO CHIP 10-day Nail Color RULES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Surfed Etsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fell in LOVE with The &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=20782312"&gt;Patricia Top &lt;/a&gt;by Ureshii. The swoop of the neck, the slight romantic poof of the sleeves, the soft dove grey color...swoon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975940716325650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZDZiEVJ6xI/AAAAAAAAATw/e_BrBl3hmsM/s320/patricia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Watched the "extras" on Sex in the City The Movie. I am so ready for the next one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Read &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;. Count me as the 6,566,998 female who is head over heals with Edward. OMG...drool, drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-922407215763642369?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/922407215763642369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=922407215763642369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/922407215763642369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/922407215763642369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-hubsters-away.html' title='When Hubster&apos;s Away...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SZDZiEVJ6xI/AAAAAAAAATw/e_BrBl3hmsM/s72-c/patricia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6669971752185595085</id><published>2009-02-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:51:42.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the Doghouse</title><content type='html'>With Valentine's Day looming it is officially, "Doghouse Prevention Week".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interactive website allows you to put someone "in the dog house" (virtually speaking of course), browse who is in the dog house, or watch a video of what it's like in the doghouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bewareofthedoghouse.com/"&gt;The video is hilarious&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go.  Watch it now and have a smile or an all out roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are there…check out some men that have been sent to the doghouse.  Like Max who is now in the doghouse because he gave his girl a toothbrush or Jimmy who was admitted for being a lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice break from the Monday blues…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6669971752185595085?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6669971752185595085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6669971752185595085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6669971752185595085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6669971752185595085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/beware-of-doghouse.html' title='Beware of the Doghouse'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6909320946904500755</id><published>2009-02-09T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:00:02.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><content type='html'>Hubsters found a life expectancy calculator online and promptly called me at work to let me know the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubsters (in a sarcastic, teasing tone):  "&lt;em&gt;I found a life expectancy calculator online, I just wanted to let you know what you signed up for...I am estimated to live to 90.  Guess your stuck with me for a while, huh?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had him send me the link so I could try it out for myself.  The results are in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the year 2077 at my 97th birthday party.  It will be one heck of a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out the link yourself &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/investor/calcs/n_expect/main.asp"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6909320946904500755?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6909320946904500755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6909320946904500755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6909320946904500755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6909320946904500755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-of-life.html' title='The Game of Life'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4374060252848697187</id><published>2009-02-09T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:00:01.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Have Thought?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I came across an article today titled "28 Uses for Everyday Items".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the alternate uses for Post-It Notes turned out to be solid take-aways (or entertaining at the very least):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean a keyboard by running the sticky side between the keys to collect crumbs and bits of lint. Sounds like a fun sort of "dirt" treasure hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Navigate the roads. Write directions on a note and stick it to the center of your steering wheel for quick reference. Ummm, Does this sound questionably safe to anyone else?  I think I will stick with my GPS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play tic-tac-toe. Use a sheet for each X and O. Peel them up and play again until they lose their stickiness. Or you lose interest..whichever comes first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299386126465629010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYszmsud-1I/AAAAAAAAATg/xTC7Wgt1qMU/s320/Post+its.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4374060252848697187?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4374060252848697187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4374060252848697187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4374060252848697187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4374060252848697187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who Would Have Thought?'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYszmsud-1I/AAAAAAAAATg/xTC7Wgt1qMU/s72-c/Post+its.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-8008974240540760093</id><published>2009-02-06T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:00:00.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb and Dumber</title><content type='html'>The hubsters and I watched this classic again last night. I had forgotten how funny this movie is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of hilarious, dumb witted dialogue sure to split one's sides. One of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: &lt;em&gt;I can't believe we drove around all day, and there's not a single job in this town. There is nothing, nada, zip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd: &lt;em&gt;Yeah! Unless you wanna work forty hours a week&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Lloyd form the perfect dysfunctional friendship and their fashion sense just adds fuel to the "comedy fire":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299377233476132674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYsrhDwjH0I/AAAAAAAAATY/3irIB4CXLwY/s320/Dumb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could forget the orange and powder blue tuxedos? I can't even tell you how many times I heard a request for these tuxedos while working in the tuxedo industry for 5 years of my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a fabulous, laughter-filled weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-8008974240540760093?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8008974240540760093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=8008974240540760093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8008974240540760093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8008974240540760093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/dumb-and-dumber.html' title='Dumb and Dumber'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYsrhDwjH0I/AAAAAAAAATY/3irIB4CXLwY/s72-c/Dumb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5900524438535735620</id><published>2009-02-05T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:07:46.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Wits...and Dumb-Wits</title><content type='html'>Last night we played a game called Wits and Wagers with some friends. The concept of the game is quite simple. A player reads a question with a numerical answer – a percentage, year, number. All players record their guess on miniature dry erase cards. The cards are then laid out lowest to highest on the board and each player bets on the “right” answer, or the closest with out going over (kind of like the Price is Right). It was a blast and extremely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maine is known as the “Pine Tree State” – 90% of Maine’s land is covered in forest. Not surprisingly, at one time 95% of all wooden toothpicks are manufactured in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Only 7 countries have won the FIFA Soccer World Cup Championship since it began in 1930: Brazil, Italy, Germany, Uruguay, Argentine, France, and England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walmart’s record single day sales tops off at $1.52 billion (cha-ching!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In 1800, only 16 states were established: the thirteen original colonies plus Tennessee, Kentucky and Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…because I sure didn’t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5900524438535735620?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5900524438535735620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5900524438535735620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5900524438535735620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5900524438535735620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-of-witsand-dumb-wits.html' title='Battle of the Wits...and Dumb-Wits'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4663546095828990157</id><published>2009-02-04T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:08:49.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Convenient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every Tuesday, pending a half-way decent looking movie choice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubsters&lt;/span&gt; and I enjoy a movie date night at the Budget Theatre (pronounced by us as “Boo-Jay” to “class it up” a bit) where we can enjoy the big screen for a mere $3.50 (that’s for both of us). The movies that are shown are a couple of months behind the “real, $9.00 a person” theatres but it’s still a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was movie date night and we were planning on seeing Four Christmases with none other than Vince Vaughn (one of my “married woman” crushes). **Sigh** &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hubsters&lt;/span&gt; was well aware that there would be some inappropriate thoughts involving Vince running through my head at the theatre yet he was still game (I wonder if that decision had anything to do with the fact the Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt; plays the female lead?...huh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was scheduled for 7:40 p.m. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hubsters&lt;/span&gt; had checked the times himself on Monday). So, imagine my surprise when we logged in at 7:00 p.m. last night just to double check the start time…Four Christmases showing at 6:40 the schedule read. How convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, er, ah, but it was scheduled for 7:40 as of yesterday”, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hubsters&lt;/span&gt; stammered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe he tried to get between me and my Vince. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298959041108648850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYmvLDygI5I/AAAAAAAAATI/FEYN5xNzbpM/s320/alg_christmases.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there is always next Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4663546095828990157?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4663546095828990157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4663546095828990157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4663546095828990157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4663546095828990157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-convenient.html' title='How Convenient'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYmvLDygI5I/AAAAAAAAATI/FEYN5xNzbpM/s72-c/alg_christmases.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-1796816431348515130</id><published>2009-02-03T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:54:34.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Sick Days...</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Vitamin D3 is one of the most nutritional tools we have at our disposal for improving our health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't either until hubsters and I met a doctor last week over dinner (a friend of a friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how we got on the subject of vitamins and Sarah (the doctor) was sharing with the group some fascinating information on vitamin D3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adequate levels of D3 are linked to improving your immune system, reducing your risks of neurological disorders (like Alzheimer's and Parkinson's), and many forms of cancers including prostate and breast.  And, Sarah said, the list of health benefits linked directly to D3 just keeps growing and growing with every new D3 medical study she reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 is produced naturally when our bodies are exposed to sunlight.  However, the amount of sunlight exposure needed by our bodies to naturally produce optimal levels of vitamin D3 has been estimated at 25 minutes of full body exposure (obviously not a real option in Wisconsin due to weather and indecent exposure laws).   So, instead, hubsters and I have added the vitamin to our "dailies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a long and happy life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-1796816431348515130?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1796816431348515130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=1796816431348515130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1796816431348515130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/1796816431348515130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-sick-days.html' title='No More Sick Days...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-8243507770899936257</id><published>2009-02-01T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:00:02.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn</title><content type='html'>The hubsters and I splurged a little this weekend at Boston Store on some Yankee Candles to make our home smell pretty. Seriously, does any other candle smell as fantastic?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having troubles deciding on the perfect living room scent, we compromised by breaking up the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our living room during the Fall &amp;amp; Winter, Home Sweet Home. A devine blend of cinnamon and baking spices. I just LOVE this scent. If warmth, love, and family had a smell this would be it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296416085952361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYCmXlna9LI/AAAAAAAAARg/--O0Y8RTIMI/s320/Home+Sweet+Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For our living room during the Spring and Summer, MacIntosh. This candle smells just like the Mac apple tastes: crisp, clean, sweet and tart. LOVE eating MacIntoshes, LOVE the scent of this candle:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417508461474722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYCnqY4Bc6I/AAAAAAAAARo/rLJmkRJrmCA/s320/Mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For our bathroom year round we instantly fell in love with Coconut Bay. The smell of this candle takes me on a tropical vacation at the fraction of the price. However, I did remind the Hubsters that this candle does not replace actual said tropical vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417516268415506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYCnq19V6hI/AAAAAAAAARw/hrUlmNyXUEs/s320/Coconut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-8243507770899936257?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8243507770899936257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=8243507770899936257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8243507770899936257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8243507770899936257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/02/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYCmXlna9LI/AAAAAAAAARg/--O0Y8RTIMI/s72-c/Home+Sweet+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5102367173317312656</id><published>2009-01-30T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:00:01.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect (almost) Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the time I hit puberty, I have always had less-than-stellar skin. At times my acne was not only embarrassing but socially stifling acne (when I had a bad flare-up it definitely cramped my "style"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame my father's contribution to my genetic makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had tried every acne medication and creme on the market both over and behind the counter (prescribed pills and creams by my dermatologist). Proactive, Stridex, Neutrogena were in constant rotation in my routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing really worked. That is until I was introduced to &lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticscop.com/"&gt;Paula's Choice&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I hadn't heard of it either. A very dear friend, Jen, is the one who suggested it to me. One look at her dewy perfect looking skin was all it took for me to place my first order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am a believer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously...NOTHING I have ever tried before works the way Paula's line does. Since converting this past summer, I have barely seen a flare-up. This is some amazing stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296410663179410706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYChb8NmXRI/AAAAAAAAARY/WqWigZ7_UQc/s320/balancing-icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is what I use:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AM (in order): Skin Balancing Cleanser, Skin Balancing Toner, Exfoliating 1% BAH Gel, Skin Balancing Daily Mattifying Lotion SPF 15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PM (in order): Skin Balancing Cleanser, Skin Balancing Toner, Exfoliating 1% BAH Gel, Skin Balancing Super Antioxidant Mattifying Concentrate Serum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5102367173317312656?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5102367173317312656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5102367173317312656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5102367173317312656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5102367173317312656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-almost-skin.html' title='Perfect (almost) Skin'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYChb8NmXRI/AAAAAAAAARY/WqWigZ7_UQc/s72-c/balancing-icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4238553556261430314</id><published>2009-01-29T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:28:25.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing...</title><content type='html'>I could go on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esty&lt;/span&gt; shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19228024"&gt;Rocks Dress &lt;/a&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lyptis&lt;/span&gt;...100% cotton in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; grey and LONG sleeved (this is a very important when you are always cold like me). So cozy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728570954611442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYHCkm9pevI/AAAAAAAAASQ/r6fKS1bnY4g/s320/Rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19558039"&gt;Denim Truffle &lt;/a&gt;bag by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Morelle&lt;/span&gt;...dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;demin&lt;/span&gt; and roomy!!!!! I can just see it full of my daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;: water bottle, coffee thermos, planner, cell phone, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wristlet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728564272876658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYHCkOEmTHI/AAAAAAAAASI/NTNAZALWQtg/s320/Denim+Truffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=15704195"&gt;Lovely Rose &lt;/a&gt;Ring by Vera Meat. A rose by any other name. So feminine and simple. I will take mine in gold, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728576346743010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYHCk7DO4OI/AAAAAAAAASY/2AMn2eH49Bo/s320/Rose+Ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind-up Toy prints by Patrick Andrew Adams. Smells (that's what I call my dad...maybe I will post the story at some point) collected wind-up toys when I was growing up...these prints are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt; for me. It takes me back to when I was a little girl picking out a wind-up toy for Smells' Christmas or Birthday present. When Smells would open the gift, the whole family would gather around and we would watch him "unveil" the "action" of the wind-up (some walked, some danced, some flipped, some scooted...you get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gist&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=11852773"&gt;Bob.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296729111164782114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYHDEDZyhiI/AAAAAAAAASg/GcQrQ5GFecg/s320/Bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=11852773"&gt;Monkey See, Monkey Do. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728561002606546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYHCkB4579I/AAAAAAAAASA/1ucFYHIYfzk/s320/Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4238553556261430314?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4238553556261430314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4238553556261430314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4238553556261430314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4238553556261430314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishing.html' title='Wishing...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SYHCkm9pevI/AAAAAAAAASQ/r6fKS1bnY4g/s72-c/Rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-3775943295346205861</id><published>2009-01-29T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:00:00.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SX9SGGxSK8I/AAAAAAAAARI/ycMsCtpF_qQ/s1600-h/Grow+Old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296041951661009858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SX9SGGxSK8I/AAAAAAAAARI/ycMsCtpF_qQ/s320/Grow+Old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was perusing Etsy (ahem, like I do EVERYDAY) and stumbled apon this absolutly adorable and handcrafted figurine made out of paper mache. What a great depiction of love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19347475"&gt;Grow Old Along With Me&lt;/a&gt;... by Dahlhart Lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-3775943295346205861?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3775943295346205861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=3775943295346205861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3775943295346205861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3775943295346205861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-valentine.html' title='Fun Valentine'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SX9SGGxSK8I/AAAAAAAAARI/ycMsCtpF_qQ/s72-c/Grow+Old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7645895100192675589</id><published>2009-01-28T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:00:00.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From the Post Office</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the Post Office last night to mail a package.  Normally, I use the “in-and-out” self-service postage machine but since I was shipping the package to Australia (which requires a customs form), I had wait in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind waiting in line.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I typically enjoy the Post Office and sometimes even daydream of becoming a Post Office employee.  A solid government job with a uniform (no hemming and hawing in the morning over what to wear) and a set job schedule (you come in, you work your shift, you go home). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also seen Men in Black, where I learned that aliens actually are living and working among us as “normal” humans.  The biggest alien employer?  You guess it: the Post Office.  Okay, I understand that this is a fictional movie but next time you are at your local Post Office…look around.  Seriously, it could be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was helped by an alien (not very well disguised, I might add).  A creepy, scary, mentally-unstable alien.  Doesn’t the government screen the postal employees anymore?  I saw him right away…behind the counter with tinted glasses (creep meter notched up) and a demeanor that was far off from “normal” (creep meter continued to notch up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two Postal workers behind the counter.  The other worker has helped me before and he is a very nice, helpful, NORMAL acting person.  Quickly, I calculated my chances: 50/50, normal/creepo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, I got creepo.  Nervously, I approached the counter and handed over my package.  He was kind of swaying slightly as he processed my package.  The effort it took to stamp the date on my package was impressive.  Then came my total:  “$2.20”, he said.  So I gave him a $20 bill and 20 cents.  A delay.  “Urgh (imagine a weird grunt/laugh combo), 20-20, Urgh”, he said.  Um, yeah dude, real funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my change and got me the heck out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7645895100192675589?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7645895100192675589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7645895100192675589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7645895100192675589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7645895100192675589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/tales-from-post-office.html' title='Tales From the Post Office'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4487174244818888353</id><published>2009-01-27T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:42:20.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Amazing Scones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you are as tired as I am of seeing overpriced scones at your local coffee shop (um, seriously...$2.50 for a fancy looking muffin?!?!?), you have to make a run to your nearest World Market store and pick up this scone mix by Sticky Fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295998051114273442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SX8qKwfTyqI/AAAAAAAAARA/hUG0LTR81Zs/s320/Scones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cost:  $3.99&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yield: 12 delicious scones.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The "recipe" is super easy...you just add water to the mix and drop in heaping tablespoons onto a grease cookie sheet and bake.  Seriously amazing and a great breakfast treat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far I have tried the Tart Cherry (highly recommended) and have the Apricot and Black Current flavors waiting in the wings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4487174244818888353?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4487174244818888353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4487174244818888353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4487174244818888353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4487174244818888353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-amazing-scones.html' title='Seriously Amazing Scones'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SX8qKwfTyqI/AAAAAAAAARA/hUG0LTR81Zs/s72-c/Scones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-8471028459383942765</id><published>2009-01-23T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:07:00.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly</title><content type='html'>I’ve been tagged with the Honest Scrap Award by &lt;a href="http://andreas-shoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;. All I have to do is list 10 honest things about myself to receive my award: this nifty icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294520745286866226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SXnqkPbClTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yh_jnRDSPSM/s320/Honest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I still love hearing my married name written or spoken. It reminds me of the new family that Andy and I created when we got hitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am convinced that I could be a professional sleeper (yes, I am THAT good). To bad I haven’t seen a job posting for this “career” yet. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Andy and I do not exchange gifts or cards with each other EVER. This includes Christmas, Birthdays, our Anniversary and Valentines Day. Some might be shocked or appalled at this reality but for Andy and I we are perfectly content. We have been very blessed and just don’t feel the need to partake in these exchanges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I obsessively check my Etsy shop, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5983529"&gt;Rock, Paper, Silver &lt;/a&gt;at least 10 times daily. I am constantly checking for hearts, conversations, and sales. Deep down, I dream that maybe Rock, Paper, Silver could, someday, be a full time job for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On the topic of “work” Andy and I will often dream of being self-employed together someday while incorporating our favorite hobby, flying. Some ideas we have kicked around: Flight Instructor (this would be more Andy but then I would just focus on Rock, Paper, Silver), Charter Service (again more Andy), or Organizing Caravan Trips for General Aviation Pilots (and of course hosting said trips).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We do not have our TV hooked up at home (no cable, no local channels, NOTHING). We do have an extensive DVD collection that keeps us completely entertained including the complete season of Frasier, Seinfeld, MASH, and Sex and the City as well as numerous documentaries and a TON of comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am obsessed with any bird of prey (hawks, eagles, osprey, owls, etc). Something about their graceful flight and how equipped they are to be effective hunters never ceases to amaze me. Of course a couple of the above mentioned documentaries are on this topic and I get chills every time I watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My closet is organized by color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I know that Andy’s family is now a part of me but I still am challenged regularly to “figure out” certain individuals and what their motives and intentions are. 4-years later and I still don’t feel super comfortable with some of them and, at times, they down right piss me off. I am not throwing Andy under the bus by saying this…he is already very aware and is supportive in my struggles to find a “fit” with his fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am not an accounting person…in fact, accounting and taxes down right stress me out. I barely passed accounting in college (in fact with out the “curve” I would have ending the class below 50%, gulp). I had my own business for 3 ½ years during which time I did ALL my own accounting. I struggled through but I hated every minute of it. To this day can not understand why they make those forms and instructions so darn confusing. Luckily, Andy doesn’t mind picking up this “area” of our life and I do help any way that I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-8471028459383942765?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8471028459383942765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=8471028459383942765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8471028459383942765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/8471028459383942765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SXnqkPbClTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yh_jnRDSPSM/s72-c/Honest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-42710763446138757</id><published>2009-01-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:50:53.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Commute</title><content type='html'>To the lady in the grossly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over-sized&lt;/span&gt; “monster-truck-wanna-be” truck this morning driving on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoan&lt;/span&gt; Bridge this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your inappropriate gestures, it seems as though you had a problem with the way I was driving. At first I thought you were waving…so I did wave back but then I realized that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t doing a “full-five finger” wave, four of the fingers were missing. I have two words for you: BITE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You might want to consider down-sizing your vehicle. Gas is expensive and no one is impressed by the size of your truck. Remember, your value as a human being is not based on the size of your vehicle but it is based on who you are as a person. Seeing you don't even know how to wave appropriately, I would have to say that you have a long journey ahead of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-42710763446138757?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/42710763446138757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=42710763446138757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/42710763446138757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/42710763446138757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-commute.html' title='Morning Commute'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-5922137159120205955</id><published>2009-01-20T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:34:26.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Speeding Ticket</title><content type='html'>So, back in November, I got a speeding ticket.  In my 12 years behind the wheel it was the first time I have been pulled over and the first time I have ever been ticketed.  I am a law abiding citizen and this includes following the “rules of the road”, including minding the speed limit—well, at least no more than 7 mph over which I have heard is the “accepted” wiggle room the iron-fist-of-the-law grants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my law abiding-self was on holiday when I was clocked 16 over in a 35 mph zone…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously, it was an honest mistake.  I was in an unfamiliar area (ahem, lost) and trying to get my bearings when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;, I saw the dreaded disco lights right behind me.  Even with my “goody-two-shoes” driving record, the cop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t let me off with a warning.  So I went, head hung low, with a $109, 4-points (GULP!) speeding ticket tucked into my glove compartment.  I felt like I was 10-years old again getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar right before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do?  Well, like all criminals, I worked the system and went to court to plead my case.  My “hearing” was last night in the postage stamp of a town, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lannon&lt;/span&gt;, WI (I said I was lost, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t kidding).  The court room was PACKED…standing room only (no joke).  For being such a small town, they sure seemed to issue more than their fair share of tickets and citations…I wonder if the police department gets a tax write off on ink?  Luckily, I had discussed my situation with some of my “lead foot” friends who have seen their fair share of the courtroom and had the insight to show up early.  So, there I sat, patiently waiting for my name to be called, reading New Moon (the second book in the Twilight series) and eavesdropping on the conversations around me.  I quickly realized that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lannon&lt;/span&gt; town is, in fact, ticket happy.  4 other people sitting around me were there with their FIRST speeding ticket which convinced me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lannon&lt;/span&gt; should add a tag-line to their “Welcome to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lannon&lt;/span&gt;” sign:  “Home of YOUR First Speeding Ticket”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name was called and I followed a police officer, who fit the stereo-type of “doughnut-lover” to a “t”, to the back hallway where I would, apparently, be pleading my case.  This was not necessary, as the women in charge of my case took a quick glance at my ticket and then at my driving record (exemplary) and extended an “offer”:  pay the $109 fine and the citation would be reduced to a faulty speedometer, a 2 point non-moving violation.  SOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise (and lead-footed):  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mapquest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lannon&lt;/span&gt;, WI.  Once you know where it is, avoid it like the plague or you, too, could be posting a similar recap on your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-5922137159120205955?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5922137159120205955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=5922137159120205955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5922137159120205955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/5922137159120205955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/speeding-ticket.html' title='The Speeding Ticket'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-4061909248228706034</id><published>2009-01-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:58:15.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Bamboo</title><content type='html'>Neither Andy nor I would consider ourselves to have "green thumbs". In fact, we constantly joke that any plants that do make it into our house have their death papers "potted" and signed. That being said, while we do appreciate greenery around the house, we are not ones to purchase any greenery for ourselves. So, when I received this stalk of bamboo as a gift with this card attached, I was kind of excited...not only was the bamboo stunning to look at but it seems as though it is virtually fool proof to care for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292769453206280802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SXOxxoBmGmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Vons6DOea0I/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I hit the stores this weekend and bought the necessary supplies per the instructions including a watertight container (glass jar) and a support structure for the stalk (gorgeous glass marbles in the most stunning blue color).  I assembled our little lucky bamboo in the container with the marbles and about 2 min and a little water later, voila... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292768749420289234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SXOxIqN8HNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0cUtljOgSxs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to hoping that this baby stays green and healthy and full-fills it's "lucky you" promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, we have a little greenery around the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-4061909248228706034?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4061909248228706034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=4061909248228706034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4061909248228706034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/4061909248228706034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucky-bamboo.html' title='Lucky Bamboo'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SXOxxoBmGmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Vons6DOea0I/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-6682372439746257884</id><published>2009-01-15T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:21:24.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night Out</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I headed to Madison for a girl’s night. Normally, I am not much of a girly-girl girl’s night type of gal but I was honestly so looking forward to chillin with these cool chicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my friend Jen (who, I am convinced, is actually my sister separated from me at birth, I just love her!) at her apartment mid afternoon. The game plan was to check out the Madison Home Show first (she had free tickets) and then proceed on into Madison for drinks and appetizers followed by dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the Home Show recap is BRIEF. In summary, (Jen’s company aside) a giant yawn. I went, I tried it out, and I realized, not so much for me. Fixing up homes just doesn’t interest me…I would much rather spend my free time on my motorcycle, flying with the hubsters, or hanging out with friends. But I digress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with everyone else around 6 had a couple of cocktails and some delicious “stick-to-your-ribs” appetizers including Cheese Curds and Onion Rings…very tasty. We then dined at &lt;a href="http://www.cafeportaalba.com/index.htm"&gt;Café Porta Alba &lt;/a&gt;on North Butler Street in Madison where we devoured seriously amazing fresh salads and to-die-for authentic traditional Italian pizza. If you are ever in the Madison area, I would highly recommend this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291571211553045634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SW9v-yBNfII/AAAAAAAAAQg/DMq-zk5zkwo/s400/Girls+Night+Jan+10+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-6682372439746257884?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6682372439746257884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=6682372439746257884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6682372439746257884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/6682372439746257884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SW9v-yBNfII/AAAAAAAAAQg/DMq-zk5zkwo/s72-c/Girls+Night+Jan+10+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-3741362732090264617</id><published>2009-01-14T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:43:58.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If it is only one thing Andy’s family is notorious for, it would be frugality.  The definition of which means: the quality of being frugal; prudent economy; thrift; a sparing use; sparingness.  Yep, pretty much Andy and the rest of his clan to a tee.  Let me give you a couple of examples of how this pans out in everyday life in our household. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Andy is finished with his dinner his plate is so clean, it barely needs to be washed.  Waste not.  Meanwhile, he asks me if I want the few errant pieces of lettuce in my salad bowl “doggie bagged”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We keep our house at 60 degrees in the winter months to save on our heating bill.  However, we do raise it to 64 when we are going to be around all day (weekends) or when we have company over.  Believe it or not, this is an improvement from past years.  Last year we kept it at 55 degrees and lived under heated blankets when we were home.  Normally, I wouldn’t have stood for this, as I am convinced that I am cold-blooded, but we turned it into a contest and we were both too proud and cocky (not to mention that there was a very good chance our brain cells were too cold to function properly) to cave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our cars, our “Kleenex” is actually fast food napkins (which, of course, are FREE).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;80% of all of our grocery shopping is done at ALDI.  Hey, no complaints here as you can walk out of that store $30 later with a weeks worth of groceries!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you get the gist.  Since marriage catapulted me into the family fold, I have embraced the world of frugality as much as I can, although there are times that I feel I have much to learn.  Most of the time, however, I enjoy the challenges and rewards (extra $ for mortgage payments, being blessed with a healthy savings account, etc.) that frugality brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the 2009 New Year’s Resolutions.  Andy and I each have our weaknesses.  For me, it would have to be shopping, the “girly kind” and buying clothes I don’t need (seriously, my closet is PACKED!) and beauty products that, again, I don’t “need” but am always a sucker for.  For Andy, it is a DVD obsession.  I mean, I can understand his desire to acquire more DVDs seeing we only have about 300 currently in our collection (please note sarcastic tone:)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, beginning 2009 we are going to set monetary constraints on our “weaknesses”.  For me, that means a $500 Annual Clothing and Beauty Budget to cover haircuts, clothes, make-up, and any other “vanity” type products.  Gulp.  It is only January 14 and I already only have just over $400 left after a haircut ($50), a sweater ($20), and some Bare Essentials Blush ($18).  For Andy that means a $350 DVD/Entertainment budget.  It is only January 14 and I think Andy only has about $200 left.  Confidently, he claims that it is “all good” because starting in April we will be spending most evening building a plane so he is “front loading” his expenditures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what can we both say…we love a challenge, especially a “frugal-friendly” one!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-3741362732090264617?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3741362732090264617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=3741362732090264617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3741362732090264617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3741362732090264617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions...'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7164973767733100809</id><published>2009-01-07T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:42:57.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, What Did A Car With Over 300,000 Miles Look Like?</title><content type='html'>Voila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711797919660386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SWVHXAJrOWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/e1mypilSVIo/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are Andy and I in front of the "Squirt" (our nickname for the Escort) taken this evening at the dealership.  For having 300,000 plus miles on her she doesn't look too shabby does she?  At the same time...can you believe that the dealer gave us $100 trade-in value on this baby?  Sweet!  Oh...and a big thank you to the kind lady at the dealership who took this picture for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the moment you have all been waiting for, the visual story board of what did the Squirt in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A healthier looking shock tower on the left side of the car.  Note the visual representation of "hella rusty":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711783072166002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SWVHWI1wcHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tsYWBenMGSY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A not so healthy looking shock tower followed by a close-up of the "culprit" busted up, rusted out cushion plate that lead to the Escorts demise.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711792776351778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SWVHWs_akCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/G510ureBArM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711777588590546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SWVHV0aXt9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/CUQRrpBBDXA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Squirt" 1995-2009.  RIP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7164973767733100809?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7164973767733100809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7164973767733100809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7164973767733100809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7164973767733100809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-what-did-car-with-over-300000-miles.html' title='So, What Did A Car With Over 300,000 Miles Look Like?'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/SWVHXAJrOWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/e1mypilSVIo/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-7039353095781997331</id><published>2009-01-06T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:51:02.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Escort</title><content type='html'>Monday was a day of mixed emotions for Andy and me. Are you sitting down for this? Do you have a box of Kleenex nearby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Escort and Andy will drive their last mile together sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Madison on New Year's Eve, we both heard odd clicking noises coming from the rear on the passenger side. We pulled over (luckily only 6 miles from home) and Andy got out to look at the car. He came back to report the damage, the rear strut insulators weren't holding, a known potential risk as he did some work on the rear of the car late summer and had some issued bolting the strut insulators back on. I trusted his damage report and did not go out myself to offer a second opinion. NOTE: This is a joke...when it comes to cars I know where the gas goes in and that is about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this past weekend. Andy was jacking up the car in a typically very sturdy area of the underbody when he realized just how much the car was getting "crispy and crumbly" (this is a quote from him, translating to "hell-ah rusty and flaky") and was bowing slightly downward even on the well supported jacks. Then he started taking the rear apart and realized that the issue was not the strut insulators as he originally diagnosed but rather the whole strut towers were compromised (translation: "busted beyond logical repair").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 304,087 miles and countless memories in his 1995 Ford Escort, Andy threw in the towel, with dignity, I might add. He purchased the Escort when he was 22 years old right after he graduated from undergrad. The car has been with him through grad school, jobs in Detroit, MI and Conersville, IN. It was the car of our courtship which he drove up to Fond du Lac for dates with me (awwwwww). It was also the car that we then drove around in on our wedding day and a countless other times running errands and visiting family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sweet Escort...what great memories you hold for Andy and, in your later years, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace. &lt;pictures&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-7039353095781997331?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7039353095781997331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=7039353095781997331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7039353095781997331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/7039353095781997331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-escort.html' title='Goodbye Escort'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543652591048684670.post-3277113021802606975</id><published>2009-01-05T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:10:54.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Christmas Vaction Re-Cap</title><content type='html'>Every year Andy and I try to both take off a big chunk of time over the Holidays so that we can catch up on things to do around the house and spend some time visiting with family and friends.  This year we both had off Christmas Eve all the way through today...January 5th.  For those of you counting, that is 12 whole workless days and believe you me we enjoyed every minute of it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;The 2008 Christmas Vacation "Honey-Do" List&lt;/strong&gt;:  Andy and I have made it a tradition to sit down together and make a "honey-do" list for ourselves at the start of Holiday vacation.  Each task on the master "honey-do" list is assigned a "C" (for Catherine, my task), "A" (for Andy, his task), or a "B" (for both, something we need to do together).  We then make it a goal to complete all the tasks on the list by the end of the vacation.  This makes the vacation a little more productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;strong&gt;Cat's Family Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;:  Andy and I spent Christmas Eve at my parents house where we had an amazing ham dinner and gift exchange with my parents, aunt, bother, and sister-in-law.  Opening gifts was so much fun!!!!  Some side clutching experiences included Heather (my sister-in-law) literally cheering for the gifts she got my bother (her husband) to help "sell" him on her fashionable selected additions to his wardrobe.  Then, a few gifts later, My brother faked falling asleep when my dad opened his "History of Wisconsin Gas Stations" book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;Da' B$%*&lt;/strong&gt; (name has been changed to protect the innocent:)):  Andy and I spent a lovely evening with the B$%* family and had a blast (as usual!).  We ate and played cards while talking a lot of smack.  Basically, our ideal evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;New Friends&lt;/strong&gt;:  Andy and I were invited for pizza and cards at the home of a couple that we recently met at a work party.  They have the cutest two little boys who showed off their basketball playing skills before heading off to bed.  Then, the adults sat down and play Whist...a card game that Andy learned during his European tour (BC:  aka: Before Catherine :)).  Again, food, cards, smack talk, ahhhhhh, heaven on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;strong&gt;Cuz&lt;/strong&gt;:  Andy and I spent a couple of days with Cuz (Andy's cousin) and her family (which includes a slew of Persian cats and a handful of Pomeranians).  We aways have such a blast by them.  The first visit, Cuz made the mistake of turning on a Dirty Jobs marathon around 8 o'clock.  Andy and I love that show (and because we do not have cable at home NEVER get to watch it).  We didn't leave until almost Midnight and weren't in bed until well after 2 am.  The second visit was with Andy's parents to celebrate Andy's mom's most recent accomplishment:  GRADUATION!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;strong&gt;New Years Eve in Madison&lt;/strong&gt;:   New Years was spent in Madison with a very dear friend, Jen.  We played ate, played Scrabble, ate, played Sequence, and, ah, ate again!!!!  For the first time in my life I had homemade FRESH Baklava, seriously to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is back to work and the daily grind of the 9-5 for both Andy and I.  We were not that thrilled about getting back into the "rat race" and have both decided that after having this chunk of time off we would make excellent retirees...just saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3543652591048684670-3277113021802606975?l=catherinecopilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3277113021802606975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3543652591048684670&amp;postID=3277113021802606975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3277113021802606975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3543652591048684670/posts/default/3277113021802606975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catherinecopilot.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-christmas-vaction-re-cap.html' title='2008 Christmas Vaction Re-Cap'/><author><name>Cat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gsz57chxx98/Sl4eNU6Of8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/R5-ZnfMIjco/S220/Burst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
