tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68918929928253437622024-02-18T20:59:41.559-07:00Just KateKatelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-31065917686851303032012-11-29T13:35:00.003-07:002012-11-29T13:35:56.235-07:00Signing Off<div style="text-align: center;">
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Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-52410415102003107892012-10-10T19:25:00.000-06:002012-10-10T19:25:34.317-06:00Chaos. If you'll recall with me... the last sentence of my last post (over a month ago...) was "school starts tomorrow, let the chaos begin." and oh, has it begun.<br />
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Here's our schedules.<br />
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Monday: work until 5, get home and try to get stuff done, trace comes over at 7 after class. Try to feed him, fhe, do all of my homework due tuesday. (i could do it during the weekend.... but let's be real... procrastikate)<br />
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Tuesday: leave from work straight to school, class until 9:30, meet at Trace's, we get done about the same time with school, try to find some dinner, usually go to burger king, watch TV, do our stats assignment due @ 11 tuesday nights<br />
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Wednesday: usually I have the day off! I schedule it for all my homework then end up sleeping in, going for a brief run, getting pretty, cleaning my room, and then i feel lazy so doing homework is difficult. Make or buy Trace some lunch for when he gets home from work at 2, do some homework before we leave for school at 4. class until 7:30 for me, 9:30 for Trace. I stay and do homework (or blog). We go get a late dinner and do our homework due Thursday. Usually at my house, depends.<br />
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Thursday: leave from work straight to school, class until 7:30, Trace is done at 9:30 so I spend that time cleaning my room which has somehow gotten messy again, go for a run, or just sit with my family. I usually head up to his house so I can be there when he gets home so I can find something for him to eat. We are usually pretty burned out by Thursday nights... which means redbox usually. (after our stats assignment due @ 11)<br />
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Friday: I usually work until about 12:30 and he works till 1:30. So we usually get to have lunch together then do more homework. Then we alternate planning date night. This weekend is mine, we are going to a Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit.<br />
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Saturday: usually family time. up for debate.<br />
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Sunday: family time!<br />
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Okay. so I spend a lot of time with Trace... but guess what. I think that means I like him a lot. And good news, he likes me too. He is the type of person that would tell me if he didn't want to hang out. He was with some friends on Saturday and texted me "is it bad that I don't want to hang out with anyone but you?" haha he's just too cute. gross. sappy. anyway! I love being with someone that I can say anything to. I love being with someone I don't have to say anything to. We pray together every night. We read our scriptures <i>almost</i> every night. :) He is my perfect match. He keeps me going and makes me want to work harder. He calms me down, and makes my life better. I've never been happier.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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<br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-25206918953932278342012-08-23T09:06:00.001-06:002012-08-24T09:23:16.377-06:00Unreal<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Wellp. He has almost been home a week. We still keep laughing because we feel like he never left. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But he definitely left. The little things that are so different prove it. I never have to open my own car door. He is always on time. He is asking me what the plan is instead of complaining because I made a plan. And we read scriptures and say our prayers. Every day. Together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">We have spent a lot of time together in the last week. But I see no problem with that. We are trying to spend equal time at each of our homes. But it's hard when mine doesn't have a kitchen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">On Friday, I gave him his birthday present. We are going to Denver to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers [and his grandparents]. But We are so excited. He told me yesterday that he had just accepted the fact that he would never see them in concert. He is convinced this will be the best concert he has ever been to. I'm thrilled. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Then we spent the afternoon putting a cheap stereo in his lovely high school car. His brother went two years without one. I was sort of sad because we used to have such great talks because there was no radio. But I'm over it. We still talk. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">We went to like eight stores to get the right stuff... His cousin thought we were cute in our colors pants so he took a picture. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Oh yeah! My best friends got married to each other! That was Friday as well. They were one of the first Sealings which was nice. Everything was amazing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Trace was a gem and came to the reception with me. We actually went to my childhood best friend's reception as well. He was such a champ about me dragging him around and showing him off. Then he would hold my bridesmaid bouquet while I had to attend to bridesmaid duties. He wasn't even embarrassed when I climbed out of the pool... Fully clothed. With the rest of the bridal party. He is a keeper. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He is getting his guitar skill back. It's amazing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">His sister and mom and I took him shopping and got him some cute clothes. He finally agrees to wear clothes that fit. Thank you mission. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">His homecoming was so great. His talk was amazing. And I loved catching up with his family and neighbors. The thing I missed most over the last two years was spending Sundays with this kid. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He helped my dad and Tyson tear down the kitchen. He's such a good boy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">And we started a colored pants club. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">School starts Monday. Let the chaos begin. </span></div>
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Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-74153169737690945922012-08-17T02:15:00.001-06:002012-08-17T02:16:08.820-06:00730Seven hundred and thirty days. That's how many I went without seeing him. <br />And it feels like he never left. <br /><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5777550692848393906'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_A-pAMhaLR3LfQgbEaQPDkYt_4laltbXGgS0BuHMRwUrQkVpnYzNr4Ovw8qk95QqCkY6M-iEtuNYVrxn-Go43T61NxnEQYdRHdkyxJ1vRIaxM5HlcLQVqo8tdLgJFGDybldDrygU5HwQ/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5777552724377185682'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_-rZ99Avx9TMREWYsYa4m6s0iPwd077V0MEVcb8cV9bFib5cpkEct7SRaKwVbSKIanbpBpGrMm90ncIDOFrZVDUvUpgw_Qas3ZZzTspIAu5SppH13_l_EYf6CEPRedoFaF7fPbe3yIw/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5777552859972485058'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5FbLS66CGNeA2Fw_5o5RjIr0Qx9M6-VXVk7k24aMr0bNWB-ihRMwTL48MTb_bcGMGLFOHHH86jNQfa9o1j6JhVcu7RpeAXS7w4m5xBrWeLKzozxTR_HCgv92xHql3kAoRi1EGSDbYsw/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a><br />I have no other words. <br /><br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-38410228665983558912012-08-16T08:06:00.001-06:002012-08-16T08:06:42.672-06:00Tonight. Tracer used to use a really funny voice to sing TONIIIIGHT TONIGHT I'LL SEE MY LOVE TONIGHT! From west side story. <br /><br />I can picture it perfectly. <br /><br />So... Yeah. I slept more than I thought I would. I took my CTR ring off in my sleep which is super weird cuz I never take it off. Nervous ticks in my sleep? It's fine. <br /><br />Pray for me. And him. Mostly him. <br /><br /><br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-50166040408659002722012-08-13T22:23:00.001-06:002012-08-13T22:23:35.691-06:00Expectations. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dear Readers. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There is nothing I can say that will convince you that I have no expectations. I wish somehow you could read my mind and look into my heart to see that I'm prepared for the worst. I'm hoping for the best. I'm a positive person, therefore I'm not going to go around telling people that it probably won't work out. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I know how I need to behave. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I KNOW HE WILL BE WEIRD. STOP TELLING ME THAT. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This is not going to be a fairytale right off the bat. I'm prepared for that. But, I think that this will be a great experience for me. Sure there's been hype about it for what... two years? give or take? And sure, it would be easier if no one else was aware of what was happening. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I will not do anything because someone expects it. I will behave how I feel like I need to behave. I will be as mature as I can be. I will be as in tune with the spirit as I can be. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Please support me in this. And stop asking me when I'm getting married. I will punch you. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Cordially, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Kate</span>Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-36625648681956830692012-08-05T13:43:00.002-06:002012-08-05T13:43:48.869-06:00Livin it up.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I had a small anxiety attack. Okay a large one. I called Lexi to talk it out and she told me to just stop running and talk to her... I wasn't running. I was driving. I think I was just at my nerves end. I have been so high strung about t coming home, not really in a bad way. But I just wasn't even having fun. Just felt like I needed to always be reading my scriptures and always be preparing. But hey guess what. He isnt gonna want to listen to only church music in the car. His idea of fun might include something other than only going to the temple. There is a happy medium that must be found. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I only have 12 days left. So I'm gonna have as much fun as I want. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We went downtown for Lexi's bachelorette party. Cyndi Mel and I wanted to try something new so we walked till we found somewhere we could eat. I had a caprese panini and it was so yummy! Very proud of myself. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Disney day was a success. I'm only a few votes ahead. I need as many as possible! See my Facebook for the link :)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And to celebrate, I ran six miles. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the morning we went over for breakfast and helped watch the nieces and nephew. Then we had to leave her brother all alone with them while we got ready then we came back while he got ready. We were a great team. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And had a grand ole time. What a beautiful wedding it was. Such a fun day! Oh and I caught myself a bouquet. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tonight I sat down to write Trace back. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Then I fell asleep for almost two hours instead. I told my mom it's so hard to find motivation to write him when I could just say it to his face in 3 1/2 weeks! So she told me to let him sweat a little. And that is my plan. Sure I'll shoot him an email on p-day. but I'm so done writing letters. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I've had this plan for about a year, thanks to a good friend's husband who showed me this scripture. This is all I sent...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> It's more fun if you look it up... I'm not gonna tell you what it says. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> This is monumental. so we took pictures. I know it's gay. but maybe I'll be grateful one day. </span></div>
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Here's some thoughts I've been having. As exciting as it is, it's terrifying. I am terrified for that moment. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Mostly because when I get nervous I start talking in a British accent. Awkard meets irony. </span>There's a lot of pressure here, on both ends.<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I don't <i>need</i> Trace to survive. If this blows up in my face, I <b>know</b> that I will be okay. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">stop rolling your eyes. I'm serious. </span>I really know how to be happy all on my own, without depending on anyone.</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'd like to publicly apologize to Mom for telling her I didn't want any more advice. Hers just happened to come after everyone who is trying to tell me how Trace is going to act... when they've never even met him. I was very frustrated. If you know me, and you know Trace, advice is welcome. If not, I will smile and nod and then disregard everything you say. And mother, I love your advice. And I love you. </span></div>
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Today was the greatest day of my life. Okay maybe not. But BOY Do I feel good. It all started this morning... The end is the best part. don't skip all the words... courtney...</div>
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One day a month, at work, we start late and work late. However, on that day, I am supposed to go in and answer the phone. My good friend Brittany at work has to take her daughter to daycare that early anyway so offered to take the phones whenever I wanted to sleep in instead. So yesterday I was feeling lazy and told her she could have them! Today instead of sleeping in, I got up and went for a little run. (really little) at my mile mark I got a phone call from Lexi. She figured I was working but thought she'd try anyway... well I wasn't working and it's a good thing. Her mom was unavailable to go with her to see her wedding dress for the first time with the alterations. Best friends are there for a reason! </div>
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So I met her at the alterations place and her aunt couldn't make it at that point either. She yelled from the dressing room that she needed help with the zipper... I opened the door and lost it. She looked amazing and it all just hit me that we are growing up and this is real! I don't know why I cried... it's really embarrassing actually. But it was really great for us to have that together. :) </div>
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Charity NEVER faileth. </div>Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-66347433825781464722012-05-31T07:25:00.001-06:002012-05-31T07:25:11.680-06:00SometimesThe only thing that gets me out of bed is knowing that I get to sleep in the next day. <br /><br />Here's to late nights and early mornings. <br /><br />Oh the life I lead. <br /><br /><br /><br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-77908642332576098552012-05-28T16:42:00.000-06:002012-05-28T16:42:33.316-06:00Is that allowed?Today I got an email from Trace...<br />
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80 days ya'll.Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-70185709247172518522012-05-09T17:30:00.001-06:002012-05-09T17:30:04.310-06:00The Waiting GameIf you are sick of me talking about trace, you're in the wrong place. Because for the next 99 days, this blog will not be without a trace! (eh? eh?)<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5740679755607752274'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPejGg3YQNH_ojjhRJuoqkzugegzkc2LWe9KNLwKa8aQ84mqkamkye3ED7cYk-PSkatDcVXxIjj-boeJIYc8-H5EdiU0pZXUhFzPFZ53-c1zxGAi5v1-iHaF8w2i3K-mzpFX3M4uw5QHA/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I mean look at that face!! Why would I not wait for that face!! <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5740679841114473490'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TP0n6OgwplnKTPVPVdC28AbHCS9uelXgXm6eS-P3pHfMPKas5QO7whNs0GW9ePvApuB_2VXHrnfq0wq1_peCIbmgCRQBV4tlF9M9IyBfIASHE9zF_5JR1ERUODv9bgKlqcIpfYWUEIc/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I literally cannot wait. Hopefully school will keep me busy until June 13, then cyndi gets home from china on June 27, then I just get to enjoy summer with her and I'm home free! <br /><br />Also my dear roommate Emily is marrying her missionary Soren on August 3. So that's something to look forward to. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5740679921693242994'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkZ8RLDbPnNBNAsl4UnkvWvVmp8CCIr50El7RGS6Da3EZoqlsAQcntadWatssUzgGIPXps7cN920vF_RNXXTZyrwQes3XBfcz8uviT4xI_JH-GXqnYcCWPhCvMj77zoVRNvirVmppuWA/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />And much preparation will be given to lex and Caleb's wedding which is the day after trace gets home! <br /><br />Oh yeah. I can do this. <br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-17999056289364546612012-05-02T22:29:00.000-06:002012-05-02T22:33:51.581-06:00It is enough, I will.I'd like to journal an experience I had this evening and I really don't feel like writing. (lazy)<br />
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Tonight in my church history class (it's church history and the worldwide growth/impact of the church since 1901) we discussed the persecution of the LDS church. We saw some examples of anti-mormon literature. We discussed in detail how and why former members of the church try to bash it and use small flaws in its history against it.<br />
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During our discussion I began to feel like the weakest person in the room. The only one who hadn't been on a mission or been through the temple. However, I felt a strange strength. I didn't enjoy reading any of the anti-mormon things, and I could feel my heart tighten as to not let Satan take control in any way.<br />
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The point of the discussion was to determine what we can do as members of the church to combat such accusations. My professor shared a story, and I apologize I don't remember which general authority's father it was about. But he was on his mission in Scotland. As he tried to share the gospel, doors were slammed, names were called, he was spat upon and yelled at. He and his companions began to get discouraged, so they changed their approach. They started just making nice with the people. Helping out, avoiding pushy discussions, and doing service. They were making many friends, but no one was joining the church. Slowly, a darkness came over this missionary and he began to realize it. So one morning he went down to the beach, alone (apparently that was allowed then) and prayed to Heavenly Father, asking how this darkness could be removed from him. In a very distinct voice, he was told to proclaim Joseph Smith and the restoration of the gospel. Immediately he knew that was what needed to be done. He responded "It is enough, I will." He and his companion began to do just that. Again, doors were slammed, names were called, he was spat upon and yelled at, and many joined the church.<br />
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As we face the opposition of the world and try to find that common ground on which no personal boundaries are crossed, we often fail to represent ourselves and members of the true Church of Jesus Christ. Boyd K. Packer said, "It is not common ground we seek, it is holy ground we seek." Tonight I learned that even though things may get uncomfortable, I need to be bold, and share what I believe. When someone claims I am not a Christian, not only do I need to correct them, but I need to share the message of the restoration.<br />
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People can leave the church, but they can't leave the church alone. They will always be there, trying to defy everything I hold dear. But, my testimony will remain unshaken.<br />
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After my class, which happens to be two minutes from temple square, I went to clear my head. I sat in front of the temple for some time reading the Book of Mormon. I went into the visitors center and looked at the Christus statue. Then I went downstairs to look at the display about Joseph Smith. I said a quiet prayer since no one was around. I told my Heavenly Father that I needed some help, immediately a feeling of love and appreciation came over me and then the tears came.<br />
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Joseph Smith Jun. did see God the Father and His beloved, only begotten son. Joseph received revelation after that in order to attain the gold plates when the time was right. Then he translated the plates, by the power of God. And those plates became the Book of Mormon. Which book is the truest of any book in existence. I know that because I have asked my Heavenly Father. I know all of this because I have asked.<br />
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The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints contains the fullness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. It is the only way to true, real, happiness. It is the reason I will be with my family for time as well as all eternity.<br />
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I went to Rexburg to see Kelly (right) in her play at BYU-I, she was fantastic. I spent the weekend with these two and it was so much fun. Rexburg is super dreary, but I loved being with my Florida mates. </div>
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Easter came and went. we got new outfits...</div>
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2 of my best friends in the world got ENGAGED! and I got to watch the whole thing behind bushes. AND I have a date to their reception! (if he isn't jet lagged...)</div>
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I can't even express in words how marvelous it was to actually watch him talk and not read about it a week later... :) It was just what I needed to push through the next four months. He is looking great, sounding great, and just being great! I don't think August 16th can come fast enough. </div>
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Alas, I will be keeping busy. I started school this week and will have to start getting used to homework again... It will be very interesting, but I'm hoping it makes at least 2 months go quickly. I have my life planned until December. We'll see what happens after that!!! :)</div>
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Happy National Princess Week. </div>
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I hope you celebrate. </div>Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-59718759822316000372012-04-01T21:33:00.002-06:002012-04-01T21:33:32.434-06:00a happy thought.<div style="text-align: center;">
I don't feel like blogging about my weekend yet. </div>
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here's to 5 short months. </div>Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-50839728258709653082012-03-24T18:38:00.001-06:002012-03-24T18:38:13.756-06:00A Nose Job, a Homecoming, a Blonde, and a Present<div style="text-align: center;">
Well... it's been a while since I posted an update on my boring life. Let's go back a while... </div>
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I didn't really get a nose job, but it got you to click on this huh! I'm so clever. This will be a long post, but don't give up! if anything, skip to the end about my present from Trace. Anyway! </div>
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As many of you know, I have a hard time breathing through my nose... I've suffered much turmoil because of this in my life. "I can hear you breathing upstairs!" "What's up Darth?" anyway, something had to be done. Well good news, there's a surgery for that. I don't even know what they did, but suposedly I"m supposed to be breathing like never before in 3 more weeks. (Ish)</div>
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So I spent one week on Lortab, and the next week with my head spinning. But now I'm doing much better. Hoping to see results and start exercising again in a few weeks. </div>
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Next! My best friend since 7th grade is HOME! It's so nice. Lexi is very blessed, because he sure did grow up over the last 2 years. It's very impressive. (and makes me so excited to see what's gonna happen to a certain someone) Caleb was such a trooper, he has a back disease called Scheurermann's disease, so his bones are softish. He had fractured 3 vertebra in his spine and finished his mission strong, only seeing a doctor about it 3 months before his release date. He's doing alright with that. But prayers for him would be great. </div>
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Next! I'm me again! In case (for some weird reason...) you missed it, I'm a blonde. Mom paid for it and I'm used to it again. Sometimes I still wish it was brown but I can deal with looking younger again. </div>
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Last but not least, I finally got my Christmas present from Elder Rodgerson. (give the kid a break, he's focusing on the work! Thank heavens)</div>
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So I open t the package and first get very excited about some English Chocolate :)</div>
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Trace's mini book of mormon that he's been marking for a year. he marked all the verses that taught him something about Christ. Then he wrote them ALL down in the back in the tiniest little writing I've ever seen. (not surprising coming from him) Anyway, I can't wait to study it. He included his testimony on the inside of the cover...</div>
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Thank you for instilling in me a love for the Book of Mormon. Your example has led me to understand that scripture study in a patterned way, opens the doors of revelation. My life has been changed by these Scriptures and I wanted you to have this special copy i have prepared. I'm sad to give it up! I have read from its pages to gain a deeper understanding of Jesus Christ. No where else is his mission so well understood and recorded than by the writings of the prophets of the Book of Mormon. I have questioned the origin of this book and can find no other explanation than the one given by Joseph Smith in the precursor to the translation. He truly is a prophet of the Lord, with all the same powers and keys as the man found in this book. By his translation, I have been convinced that "Jesus is the Christ, the eternal God, manifesting himself unto all nations." In this book I have read the expectation of me as a child of God: perfection. A standard that I cannot amount to on my own, but the Book of Mormon has taught me "that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ." I have come to understand that his grace is sufficient for my weaknesses. Because he was "wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastenment of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." I, like a sheep, have gone astray. I have turned to my own way and God has laid on Him my iniquities. Daily I strengthen my faith in Christ so that I might obtain a brighter hope of rest to my soul in his kingdom eternally. To be found one day holy and without spot. The Book of Mormon is true. I know it by the power of the HOly Ghost. These things happened. These are real men who gave everything for this great cause, I am in debt for the sacrifices they have made. Right now I feel my Saviour near.</div>
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I love having good relationships with people, and because of this, I have a lot of best friends. Some would say, oh so you just have a lot of friends? No, when I talk about them, there is no other way to refer to them. They are each my best friend. Let me take a moment to introduce them.<br />
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Let's start with someone you all know...<br />
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Ah yes, the love of my life. Mr. Trace Ashton Elder Rodgerson. You all know our story, so I won't bore you. But he is my best friend. I have no reservations around him. I can be me and that's it. And belive it or not, he likes that!<br />
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My other boy best friend...<br />
Caleb George Elder Bills<br />
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Oh boy. Let me just start with... HE GETS HOME IN 8 DAYS!!!!!! I can absolutely not contain my excitement. Kee-ub and I go way back. We were madly in love in the seventh grade. ;) Our relationship consisted of msn messenger mostly. But, that sure brought us together later. We have been through it all, middle school, high school, some college before he ditched me for Brazil. He has always been strong in the gospel and the greatest example to me. </div>
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Next, Miss Cyndi Anne Crawford.<br />
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Cyndi and I became friends through Caleb actually. He knew her from school or something... so she hung out in "the circle" with us. Literally, we would all hang out in Caleb and Ashley and Ty's circle, all the time. Cynd has been with me through those wonderfully awful high school years, we were roommates our first year of college, and now she's off teaching English in China!!</div>
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Through Cyndi, I had the blessing of meeting Emelia Karina Sines (soon to be Mrs. Brent Erickson)</div>
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Mills and I have a really great relationship. We have always just clicked. We didn't have a lot in common at first except dance company, but we can just talk. Or we can be silent. And it's perfect. We understand each other really well and she always gives the greatest advice. I'm so happy that she has found the man of her dreams and that she gets to be with him for eternity. He is truly a blessing in her life and mine!<br />
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Meet Jonny. He doesn't get a full name cuz he's just Jonny to everyone. :)</div>
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Jonny was my first date to a dance and he looks like Johnny Depp now which is cool... ha anyway. Jonny and I go back to middle school as well! We have always just been in the same group of friends. But, that means we know EVERYTHING about each other. We have grown closer and closer and I am very grateful to have him around. Luckily, we both live at home so I always know he's there if I need someone. Also, he was my date to The Vow on Valentine's day, so thanks for that bud. </div>
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Almost last, but not least... Thanks to Caleb I met this gem. </div>
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Lexi Marie Childs is my rock. She's younger than me, but I swear she is older sometimes... :) She just glows with the light of Christ. Even though she lives in Logan, our daily phone calls are what keep me going sometimes. We look out for each other and we just get each other. We are VERY similar (sometimes it's freaky) and I can't wait for her to be able to be with her lover in 8 days!!! </div>
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I miss Kelly Joy and Emily Sue (Soon to be Mrs. Soren Barker) SO MUCH! They were just the roommates I needed when I lived in Florida. At first we all thought there was no way we would be friends. But, our constant communication now, being a home a year, definitely proves that wrong. These girls are the most optimistic and brilliant girls I know. They act, they sing, they cook, they clean! They truly are amazing, and Emily Sue is going to make one amazing wife. </div>
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So! Last weekend... I was so depressed because none of my Best Friends were available to talk to me. Then something hit me like a ton of bricks. I have 2 best friends that will ALWAYS be available. Rain or Shine, no matter where on the earth I am, no matter what. </div>
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It literally knocked me to my knees and I apologized for not coming to my Father in Heaven first! I'm so grateful that I can have a relationship with them. I'm grateful for all my relationships, but I know that no matter what happens, no matter who enters or exits my life, I will always have my Heavenly Father and my Brother, Jesus Christ. </div>
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<br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-128788385797289002012-01-26T22:03:00.001-07:002012-01-26T22:03:38.214-07:00Sometimes I'm funny.Doesn't this look like something viral? Nope. I made it. I've always seen it and I found the perfect picture. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5702172798862960962'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA1E5cNFQQ5DpbqWDxZMgX87MRn0J83xJBFU-bjDMcFbTvDCsWjg3khCmqOOSzu6XpjsozLCWaUGvwFWIVQ2FKihwvCh48OjqNqbHW5NhnN2Sf6L-cO03Ji1YxKgMo9ADODwaHthtkZM/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br />This however is viral and I love it...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5702172874338019218'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghO0b9r0lCp09yJloC32sxK039g_wvJNibB655Vd5e4J0Rj2fouZ3fY4IKjaYVpsRPGidpgJY3-Ff3cW_tzOLOtidE40OJiWwQauahyrZITdQLfuO-T7b_SF0t-OYWQEZ-KBQ8sfjk7Ls/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Also this kid is doing better than ever. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5702172946388576658'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBkAe8o-ajWIO8i6vs41uVcCHAmWXrfhZ0uOrZrCQ3P49ZcINUifNh3shisJgEPGVbP5Feisyil7G8EFINp0C-Y0k6Cj5fWm-dHDLN5NKN-C1DbvF_qN5Gcx5BP_DcwjyZ9x_saduvco/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5702173023142240114'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtCrOGhSJIGGfpJsj1We3MdLNfYML3dhY1xIXSWfLk-mGAjG3cRT28iTskmAZ00C8Qozi1rTWZTMR3rQKL1B0WlhuDG9GX8l4fZHifdGuhAWWDZpzn_i1HbJgS4P9AaI5W2saJuwcfdo/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"I don't know what has happened to me but I feel like someone has lit a fire under me. It's the funniest thing, I have been praying and praying for strength and help and one day i wake up and i have this fresh view about everything. I feel an even stronger desire to be the best servant I can and it's not even difficult I feel as though I have found these rough spots that I didn't know were there and have just done away with them. What an incredible thing it has been. I feel so invigorated and urgent. I feel as though the conduit with heaven has been opened wider and is without restraint as it has been before with me. "<br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-68134774495599618552012-01-15T19:32:00.001-07:002012-01-15T19:32:00.808-07:00Sunday Night BluesTrace and I used to always joke about the Sunday night blues. Sunday nights were our thing! We would play games, watch movies, have really good talks, etc.. Then I moved to Provo and thus began 3 long years of Sunday night blues. I think that's why Sunday is usually the day I visit his family. Anyway, it's been easier lately. Probably because Sunday's are super busy. Anyway! Here's what I've been up to. <br /><br />This is Elder Tony Holman. He and trace are the best of friends. They were each other's favorite companion. Very bromantic. (see what I did there??) anyway. He is home! And from pleasant grove. So of course we had him over to dinner! (@ Rodgersons) it was so fun to hear all his stories! <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051351792359234'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Xd7X12I3oJFEXeeGvOAW3BWqNgXz79Q7mmvkJCX78RtD3qPpKhwNdgWJz0hgKs10dCVS_DD7QBnp_V6O1HRc0k-ibxu0-P-BQbxte7PXDScR2AbCUOYWe26xwOX8JFRDXWH6ZrU0aXo/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I tried to think of a late Christmas present for trace that wouldn't be too lovey dovey or distracting. So! I just finished the Book of Mormon on Christmas day and the whole time I was reading, I was keeping a study journal. Well this journal became the evidence of much spiritual growth happenin up in herr. So I copied the whole thing and shipped it off to Angland. Cute right?<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051431970989730'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCpUHASXwKU1aE_TsVf7oOqwi5kYUuRH0bOVdUEoSlF9OU5a76be3giRD0E-ASgF7FWAAUM5Vmjx5cb-J1NxNdUYezAEnhZsmCGEWiD2fMMUTxcBrqDBNLrIfYLD_hn6r2alEUlJZqi8/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />For work, if we reach our monthly production goal, we get to go out and do a "team-building activity". For December, we went up to Park City and went tubing! It was really nice weather which allowed for a good time to be had by all. Then we went to a yummy Mexican restaurant and, get this, I ate food. Like a normal person. Salsa, peppers, sour cream, the works! I'm so proud. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051510842785138'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJ3uojSe8em6QSzS-SBlvGKN75Pl1KzQn71k6ONP3WmwfSpLdKXXVR9WzfzD3lioLqElYMJe3Evt2_x1V0JMYCTyxSGESVdZkCtuPCNHW45gB873nccs2gtyEkco_mYsB728hQ6R6mnI/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Cute Eastie got to come to my work. He literally has perfect teeth. So that was fun. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051572904000050'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjyiPPPzrVstc6ImNafUd5XNlQ3FYzI4yvKmRG5BVqNTDZ_v-pdNgX8VmCSUbFuT4X5Q7BAN-MpC_jVzmmI62uP9pm3_piTWt78g4gNlC0FFr8bhkALRn3xJWIzGa3_6rnLRqEoJzkFg/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Then I road tripped with these grumps. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051641098662274'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVd-poWhFcCSsZBCJa3IBU8247d7gNCWnggmSGGyC3gO2R81d0Y1n1sm3qygJl058LSrjc4ZadVCnEXFUbvHdH_JevNRRlluLWz6Boyyixuo8z6v3NYOBrrXRAHBl3OsuKFUUc7i-96Y/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />So we could wrap Collette up and drop her off on the doorstep at shaylee's party. So worth it. So cute. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051737131630210'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_N7OjYkqcb65jwpSe3Kltkm5FZe9KWo5ykJOLTwXfQFirZr_YxaUkNIoz3LmXZuJrp0CnH5hGvl9hKRwOg24kvYK0AYgRD4FU_7y47gnZvB69rMWVZmGyv5nnizMGDG5mVftFnmhwGk/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Then I colored this picture. Sometimes you just gotta color. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051805118775058'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBybRVxax2bNjn00_STn9stYoOpvcuMYF8eZYbc0kMlq8fo0lZNF2OWD_7tnwJwYkEX_ky_en4wcBTE91aTbXvROteA0p_BeW4TUHeBYbOoIMJwW4H61HchdkQde9Jhk1yen1hnZe-_w8/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Then we came home and Lexi and I saw Beauty and the Beast in 3D! It was so magical. Highly recommend it. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051864495678242'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjmXSF-vOHBV-o_iVbMZcqSv6N3tUpHSVSibxHScySLjCMPGqcAO4MRL_CiZCIWNleJjotF5r1_1b98qWl9wLIMb6R0uJ4IUqRi4Z6VBU1T2FPrcFeYcl9xZMZRpc7TgEZHDA1LYL4qg/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Today Emelia's little bro, Noble, gave his farewell talk. It was an amazing talk on the atonement. He talked about how the lord was always willing. Some of the only recorded words in the premortal existence were "here I am, send me" then on earth, he was found "doing his father's business" and among his last words, "thy will be done". Makes ya think... How willing am I?<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698051937934802434'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHN12Dq8JaJXrl1ALRweDxvu_CzprN_bI0aWSfzPgDZArfbOqOfkUKWuRX0QHyg7fJv848g9jXftRNXagB6m9g_qOSPokxW2593GxoCNkAgp9FN4O6su86l18DNfnOepmj0fccYXLNPs/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Last, but not least. I'm stayin up on my mission prep. I'm taking 2 mission prep classes and 1 book of mormon institute class. trace gets home the day after my birthday... Hmmm. I will just keep prayin. <br /><br />2 lines from hymns that keep me going:<br />Keep thou my feet, I do not ask to see the distant scene, one step enough for me.<br /><br />In every change, he faithful will remain. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Until next time. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110428795116964091646/JustKate?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3w2bChjujvaw#5698052007156937922'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYorqXHPd8AQUBdXq7MnRW5nHRKWoh12XF02GF-qdrVe95Gpe1tt1BxznoKSj3XwU_kgplE6PrKMjIAv9qmyWDv04Gk9mZLL4S-Wv7yVj1JyTZtk1AP68rr_VrikFC51qJ47-7XsHpXE/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-89511975056300999502012-01-04T22:00:00.000-07:002012-01-04T22:03:33.056-07:00I could use a GPS right about now...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You know on your GPS when you're headed in the right direction and all of a sudden you miss a turn, or something changes and for a minute or two it just says "recalculating..."? If I wanted to follow the metaphorical formatting style of my sister, I'd just leave it at that. But, I love to explain myself.<br />
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So! A year ago... I had a very cool experience leaving me sure that I was supposed to serve a mission. (I had to write a paper... yada yada yada... <a href="http://katelinjoany.blogspot.com/2011/03/listen-listen.html">long story</a>) Since then I've been trying to make a choice. You know, because choices have to be made a year in advance these days! NOT! Just in my world. I like to know what I'm doing a year from now. Wellp. Turns out no one gets that kind of luxury. So I was set on going on a mission. I took Trace out of the picture (in my head... for a month or so) and that made my choice easy! But then I realized, he's totally in the picture. However he's not so much in the picture that I can plan on marrying him or anything. So it's all come down to this...<br />
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I can't make a choice right now. But, I can prepare. And I can prepare myself to receive guidance and revelation. That means I have be on my A game! All the time. I've shaped up my music choices. I've upped my scripture intake. And I've most definitely increased communication with my Heavenly Father.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like I'm living in limbo... and when people ask about a mission or about Trace I can honestly say "I don't know..." It's bizarre. I'm not used to it. I'm used to telling people exactly what I'm doing and what my plan is. But for the first time, I don't have one.<br />
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So here are my resolutions:<br />
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1. Don't Freak Out Over The Little Things<br />
2. Be Supportive Not Distracting To Elder Rodgerson<br />
3. Study My Scriptures. Don't Just Read.<br />
4. Don't Get Fat.<br />
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Happy New Year. I promise to post more as well.Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891892992825343762.post-79751470180050346382011-12-26T16:06:00.002-07:002011-12-26T16:06:36.795-07:00Chapter 10: See ya in 2?<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">Eventually I got
used to her being in Florida, we were in contact pretty much all the time and
that meant lots of phone calls with Katelin telling me absolutely everything
about everything and of course, more Skype dates. My day to leave for my
mission was the 9<sup>th</sup> of September and the day drew nigh. Even up
until the day I left she was my support. The night before I left on my mission,
we had a final phone call. It wasn’t a Skype date because I don’t think I could
have handled that. It was a pretty good call, relatively normal, considering
the circumstances. I don’t remember much of the conversation but I said goodbye
to her and went to sleep. I believe the next morning I may have sent her a text
message or two but after that, I turned off my phone and I was on my way to the
airport. I did surprisingly well for the coming days. I powered through the
homesickness I felt and I moved on past the first bit of my missionary service
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">This is our
history as I can remember up to now. Excuse me if I have left out any
significant details or events. As you can see, this woman had an extremely
profound affect on me. Even to this day, I communicate with her often and think
about her daily. Even to this day, I still look up to her example. The first
time I met Katelin I had no idea it would turn into such a life changing
relationship, but here I am now, looking back, and I stand in amazement and
gratitude for what she has done for me. She pulled me out of the darkest hole
I’ve ever found myself in<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and has
shown me the way towards the light of the gospel. She has been the one I can
always rely on, always confide in, and one who will always make me smile. I
thank my father in heaven for loving me enough to send Katelin Joan Cook into
my life. I hope that by my actions, I have shown her that I do love her for who
she is. And to Katelin, I would say, thank you and I love you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">So! it's over. That was a trip right?! Well, I love this kid. I love him a lot. We've both changed a LOT in the last 16 months, but every guy I go out with still leaves me wanting that 6'5'' dream I used to date... Anyway. Now I can go back to blogging about myself... and you can all stop reading it! Haha. Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">I was going to
stay in Nebraska until the end of July, but Katelin was due to leave to Florida
for work on the 17<sup>th</sup> of August. So, that would have left us only a
little over two weeks together. I got my ticket home for the 3<sup>rd</sup> of
July and set off for Omaha from Lincoln early in the morning. I took an extremely
large amount of time that morning getting ready because I was seeing my long
lost love again. I had butterflies in my stomach from the time I woke up that
morning and the feeling only got worse when I landed in Salt Lake City after a
short plane journey. By the time I was leaving the terminal down to baggage
claim, my heart was racing. I was trying to play it cool, but I was freaking
out on the inside. Knowing Katelin, it was probably worse for her. She had
probably been at the airport since I left Nebraska. Nevertheless, she was
waiting just outside in her father’s pathfinder. I walked out the doors and saw
her a ways off. She immediately jumped out of the car, ran around the side and,
on her tippy toes as she always did, kissed me and gave me the best hug I had
in a long time. It was hard to find the words to say to her. I just loved her
so much, it didn’t help that she looked absolutely stunning as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could tell you what she was wearing
but I don’t want to seem too girly. We finally got my bags into the car and
driving way, just like Katelin would later explain, it was like I never left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">From the airport
we went straight to Sugarhouse Park for a fireworks celebration. We met my
family and my grandparents and aunt at the park. It was one of best nights of
my life. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a proper 4<sup>th</sup>
of July festival. It was so good to be in the warm night sitting on a blanket
on the grass with all of my loved ones around, I had missed them all so much.
Katelin was part of the family by this point in our relationship. She always
fit in quite nicely. The fireworks show was great but not nearly as great as
being with Katelin again. We drove home together as well. Ha, I mean I drove
her car home with her because there was so much traffic, we parked in the car
park of Shopko and it took us ages to get out of it. <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";"><br /></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He may have said I looked stunning... but he didn't mention the mustache. Quick shout out to Desi... a little waxing gone wrong left me with a scab on my lip. Yeah... welcome home dear. I have a stache. </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">Life went pretty
much back to normal after I came home. I didn’t have school or work for a few
weeks so I was really available for Katelin. I missed summers with Katelin. So
it was excellent to be back again. I think I needed to have her absent to
appreciate her even more because I wanted to be with her 24 hours a day. This
was the summer that mike came home from his mission. Katelin and I weren’t
dating when he left so I think it took a little bit of getting used to for him.
It was good to have him back though. I got to spend quite a bit of time with
her family as well that summer. Her family is so fun to be around, just because
they are all the nicest people in the world. I had the chance to go boating to
Utah Lake and learn how to water-ski, quite the triumph, I know. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeding the duckies. </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">I really loved
that summer. Katelin and I were really at a high point together. We had been
through so many things together and we were still on top. I love Katelin for
how loyal she is. It sounds funny coming from the man’s perspective but she
always made me feel so special. I always knew that she loved me and I always
came first and I really noticed it that summer. It slowly winded down and
Katelin was due to leave for work in Disney World in the middle of August. We
spent one of our last nights together driving out to the desert making a
campfire and looking at he stars. I enjoyed myself that evening, but I knew it
was almost time to say goodbye. Our final night came and Katelin went home a
bit earlier that evening to get some rest for her trip to Florida. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"> (The tears must have fogged his memory... I had a redeye flight, that's what I left for. Poor kid. haha)</span> I walked her
out to her car, kissed her goodbye for the final time and then sent her on her
way. I immediately walked into the study in the dark and I absolutely lost it.
I cried for close to a solid hour. Even Whitney was trying to calm me down but
I was inconsolable. It was so hard having someone I loved and someone who was
such a huge part of my life just leaving and knowing I would see her for two
years. She meant everything to me, she still does, she had truly changed my
life. In all honesty, I don’t’ think I could have made it though the years
previous without her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trip to Park City</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alpine Slidin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My surprise birthday/goodbye party. He is sporting his favorite shirt that I BOUGHT HIM, that my current teddy bear also sports. awww. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">missionary pictures :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and our last picture together. Thanks squints. </td></tr>
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