<?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-8444470983209225751</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:39:13.803-08:00</updated><category term='beer'/><category term='tequila'/><category term='books'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='buck'/><category term='music'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='sf'/><category term='oprah'/><category term='travel'/><category term='john mayer'/><category term='chicago'/><category term='journal'/><category term='family'/><category term='photoshoot'/><category term='Katie Holmes'/><category term='judging'/><category term='love'/><category term='writing'/><category term='DDF'/><category term='work'/><category term='sode'/><category term='gross'/><category term='tuesdays'/><title type='text'>let.it.be.</title><subtitle type='html'>there will be an answer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-1819564970420788688</id><published>2012-01-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:00:01.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>clutch.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>Today is Clutch Day Friday because although I have seen some cute dresses lately, nothing holds a candle to this bad boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acNX7qVUjCY/Tx5CLQEVHHI/AAAAAAAACJk/OGfn72MoNMw/s1600/161566705351677341_L0hWcZdS_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acNX7qVUjCY/Tx5CLQEVHHI/AAAAAAAACJk/OGfn72MoNMw/s400/161566705351677341_L0hWcZdS_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAH!!! (&lt;a href="http://www.emily-cho.com/collections/s-s-2012/products/medium-folded-clutch-in-multi-metallic-gold" target="_blank"&gt;Emily Cho&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-1819564970420788688?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1819564970420788688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=1819564970420788688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1819564970420788688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1819564970420788688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/clutchdayfriday.html' title='clutch.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acNX7qVUjCY/Tx5CLQEVHHI/AAAAAAAACJk/OGfn72MoNMw/s72-c/161566705351677341_L0hWcZdS_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7959734788251875125</id><published>2012-01-26T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:40:19.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>books:2012.</title><content type='html'>Just so we're clear, I didn't finish one book, pick up the next and get it read in a day (though I have done that many times before, cough all four &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and all three &lt;i&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;books, cough, seriously I'm not 15, I swear). But I just wrapped up my second book of 2012, so you get two book posts in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;2012&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2em; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dance-Dragons-Song-Fire-Book/dp/0553801473/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1327511201&amp;amp;sr=8-1" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.3s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: initial; color: #009eb8; display: inline; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Game of Thones: A Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. (George R. R. Martin) Not only is the title a doozy but so is the book, at a whopping 1,040 pages. Yes, I'm a big nerd and I've read all five books in the Game of Throne series. (Yes, I've also read all of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;books.) Yes, I'm worried George R.R. Martin is going to die of a heart attack or a cholesterol overdose before he gets around to finishing books 6 and 7. But of book 5, let me just say: SO GOOD. You have to be kind of into this type of story, but if you are: SO GOOD. I like to write things like "Winter is coming" and "Hodor" on my sister's Facebook wall.&amp;nbsp;Also I have a major crush on Jon Snow. 5 nerdy stars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bossypants-Tina-Fey/dp/0316056863/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1327645860&amp;amp;sr=8-1" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank"&gt;Bossypants&lt;/a&gt;. (Tina Fey) I started out not really digging it. I love &lt;i&gt;30 Rock&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I've always found Tina Fey hilarious so I was pretty excited to read this book... it just wasn't really doing it for me. But I'm glad I kept reading because once I got to the &lt;i&gt;SNL&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and work-oriented chapters, I was mesmerized. Lots of great one liners (one of my favorite things EVER is when I literally laugh out loud in response to something funny) and actually some really smart advice about being a successful professional, manager and woman in the workplace. I've always been big on reading anything&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;SNL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;- I have a huge book waiting for me on the history of the show&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/farley.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Chris Farley Show&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;remains one of the best books I have ever read ever. This book isn't something I'm about to &lt;i&gt;insist&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;everyone I know picks up right away, but it was a good read, for sure. 3.5 stars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7959734788251875125?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7959734788251875125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7959734788251875125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7959734788251875125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7959734788251875125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/books2012_26.html' title='books:2012.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-247301212176110309</id><published>2012-01-25T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:07:10.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>books:2012.</title><content type='html'>I think I'd like to start keeping a list of the books I read. I'm hoping it feels like some kind of nice accomplishment at the end of the year. And I love to read, but I don't do it as often as I used to. Because I live literally half a block from my office, there's no more commute reading. And because I have severe issues with singular tasks, there's not a lot of sitting down and reading going on in my apartment (I'm a multitasker. I can't focus on just one thing at any given time, it's not in me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go with my list of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2012&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dance-Dragons-Song-Fire-Book/dp/0553801473/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1327511201&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Game of Thones: A Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Not only is the title a doozy but so is the book, at a whopping 1,040 pages. Yes, I'm a big nerd and I've read all five books in the Game of Throne series. (Yes, I've also read all of the &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings &lt;/i&gt;books.) Yes, I'm worried George R.R. Martin is going to die of a heart attack or a cholesterol overdose before he gets around to finishing books 6 and 7. But of book 5, let me just say: SO GOOD. You have to be kind of into this type of story, but if you are: SO GOOD. I like to write things like "Winter is coming" and "Hodor" on my sister's Facebook wall.&amp;nbsp;Also I have a major crush on Jon Snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for whatever I read next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-247301212176110309?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/247301212176110309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=247301212176110309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/247301212176110309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/247301212176110309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/books2012.html' title='books:2012.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7418784038502516441</id><published>2012-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:30:01.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesdays'/><title type='text'>tuesday.inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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and then we spent the afternoon catching up on some of our favorite shows together at my apartment. It might sound lame - watching TV while she's in town visiting - but Kat and I love to watch our shows together and judge and generally give a running commentary. Is anyone else watching &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/revenge#linkId-Hashtags-#Revenge;#revengeabc" target="_blank"&gt;Revenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? Because it's basically our favorite new show - a total guilty pleasure and so much fun to watch. There are a lot of "OMG!" moments - hence, it's fun watching with your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our TV time, we headed over to &lt;a href="http://dobbsferrysf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dobb's Ferry&lt;/a&gt; and then &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/louies-bar-and-grill-san-francisco" target="_blank"&gt;Louie's&lt;/a&gt; to meet some friends for drinks, then it was off to &lt;a href="http://umamisf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Umami&lt;/a&gt; for our all time favorite sushi and mixed drinks. If you are anywhere near SF, get yourself to Umami, order a Faded Crane for your beverage and then promptly ask for a Buttercup roll and a Hot Sui roll. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cUzWXbvkLY/TxnjSfMnLAI/AAAAAAAACF8/KWMyGTOoRkg/s1600/20120113_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cUzWXbvkLY/TxnjSfMnLAI/AAAAAAAACF8/KWMyGTOoRkg/s400/20120113_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't hear it, but angels are singing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our wine tasting day. Kat had never been to Sonoma and wanted to go... twist my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYaOHnYknmk/TxnjxeWPSPI/AAAAAAAACGE/IG0W8dVxgdw/s1600/20120114_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYaOHnYknmk/TxnjxeWPSPI/AAAAAAAACGE/IG0W8dVxgdw/s400/20120114_01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although it's somewhat expensive, we always get a car. Put half a glass of wine in either of us and no one is fit to drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Our first stop of the day was &lt;a href="http://www.gloriaferrer.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gloria Ferrer&lt;/a&gt; - one of my favorites for sparkling wine. Their Blanc de Noirs is probably my favorite bubbly ever... so good! At each winery we took a photo together and then "across the table" photos - this concept originated when Kat went to Argentina with our friend, Anthony - he likes to do across the table photos at good meals. So we instituted this tradition over glasses of wine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6rtTHdcH0U/Txnkq9aW9UI/AAAAAAAACGM/12_x9FH4emI/s1600/20120114_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6rtTHdcH0U/Txnkq9aW9UI/AAAAAAAACGM/12_x9FH4emI/s400/20120114_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsRkLu5uPl0/Txnkrp_Hh-I/AAAAAAAACGU/eZM3JdC2OD4/s1600/20120114_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsRkLu5uPl0/Txnkrp_Hh-I/AAAAAAAACGU/eZM3JdC2OD4/s400/20120114_03.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CGGJLOHJmI/Txnkr1aYHDI/AAAAAAAACGc/myXtBrU51LE/s1600/20120114_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CGGJLOHJmI/Txnkr1aYHDI/AAAAAAAACGc/myXtBrU51LE/s400/20120114_04.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next we headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/carneros-deli-sonoma" target="_blank"&gt;Carneros Deli&lt;/a&gt; to pick up sandwiches to eat later. Although this place doesn't look like much from the outside, it's well worth the trip. A lot of bang for your buck - seriously good sandwiches! (I do not have pictures of the&amp;nbsp;sandwiches... we were really focused on the wine...). Then it was off to &lt;a href="http://www.gunbun.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gundlach Bundschu&lt;/a&gt;, another one of my staples when visiting wineries in Sonoma. They always have a great selection - I've never left without buying at least one bottle. This time around I nabbed two, one of them being a really great bottle that I'm saving for a special occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XbSIZm6GtF8/Txnl08c73wI/AAAAAAAACGo/CBRuKitW-q0/s1600/20120114_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XbSIZm6GtF8/Txnl08c73wI/AAAAAAAACGo/CBRuKitW-q0/s400/20120114_05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR-f5j4a88E/Txnl1UlmuJI/AAAAAAAACGw/p3Fna7rf7vk/s1600/20120114_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR-f5j4a88E/Txnl1UlmuJI/AAAAAAAACGw/p3Fna7rf7vk/s400/20120114_06.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYbR52yw7tY/Txnl2PnhrhI/AAAAAAAACG4/KuGqlWY-lbs/s1600/20120114_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYbR52yw7tY/Txnl2PnhrhI/AAAAAAAACG4/KuGqlWY-lbs/s400/20120114_07.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEOO7OFBWLY/Txnl2pAatHI/AAAAAAAACHA/-f7WJb8Rzqg/s1600/20120114_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEOO7OFBWLY/Txnl2pAatHI/AAAAAAAACHA/-f7WJb8Rzqg/s400/20120114_08.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At Gundlach our wine pourer was a super nice guy who recommended we head over to their sister winery, &lt;a href="http://www.bartpark.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bartholomew Park&lt;/a&gt;. I had never been there before but now it's definitely on my list of must-visit wineries. The wine was fantastic and the winery itself used to be a hospital for wayward women. It definitely has an old horror movie feel to it, and the guy pouring our wine was all, "Do you want to see the morgue? Grab your glasses!" So over a delicious zin we got special access to the morgue - it was creepy, but pretty cool at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeqI_JU9GhM/TxnnaO7Dn2I/AAAAAAAACHg/3J6X5vtHSa4/s1600/20120114_8.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeqI_JU9GhM/TxnnaO7Dn2I/AAAAAAAACHg/3J6X5vtHSa4/s400/20120114_8.5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s03ge3Tpzp4/Txnm3A-WwFI/AAAAAAAACHI/uWIpytv1org/s1600/20120114_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s03ge3Tpzp4/Txnm3A-WwFI/AAAAAAAACHI/uWIpytv1org/s400/20120114_09.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Sxarpa3E4/Txnm3U-3_6I/AAAAAAAACHQ/2OFxRurxzX8/s1600/20120114_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Sxarpa3E4/Txnm3U-3_6I/AAAAAAAACHQ/2OFxRurxzX8/s400/20120114_10.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbd1XuzheMc/Txnm4NOqk_I/AAAAAAAACHY/zP8o6viMa9w/s1600/20120114_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbd1XuzheMc/Txnm4NOqk_I/AAAAAAAACHY/zP8o6viMa9w/s400/20120114_11.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After Bartholomew Park we were feeling pretty buzzed so we ate our delicious sandwiches. Then it was on to &lt;a href="http://www.littlevineyards.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Little Vineyards&lt;/a&gt;, a small reds-only winery where, if you're lucky, you can find a dog or two hanging out on the front porch (yay!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6rk1jJXBfk/Txnoaq7FSkI/AAAAAAAACHo/HGOuUnxAKls/s1600/20120114_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6rk1jJXBfk/Txnoaq7FSkI/AAAAAAAACHo/HGOuUnxAKls/s400/20120114_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R02ke4jtceY/Txnoay4kBMI/AAAAAAAACHw/Gc-UEARkYbM/s1600/20120114_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R02ke4jtceY/Txnoay4kBMI/AAAAAAAACHw/Gc-UEARkYbM/s400/20120114_13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E1tt3njtNTA/TxnobnayPmI/AAAAAAAACH4/OpPCUcF0MQM/s1600/20120114_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E1tt3njtNTA/TxnobnayPmI/AAAAAAAACH4/OpPCUcF0MQM/s400/20120114_14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEtAtc9pEoU/TxnocXHl5AI/AAAAAAAACIA/YTeODwmBU_k/s1600/20120114_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEtAtc9pEoU/TxnocXHl5AI/AAAAAAAACIA/YTeODwmBU_k/s400/20120114_15.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After Little, it was on to &lt;a href="http://www.robledofamilywinery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Robledo&lt;/a&gt;, another recommendation from our friends at Gundlach Bundschu. The wine there was good, but not as memorable as the other places we stopped - it's not top of my list, but it was fun to try something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e65esFdDTFk/Txno9RonRQI/AAAAAAAACII/I_XddeCgwec/s1600/20120114_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e65esFdDTFk/Txno9RonRQI/AAAAAAAACII/I_XddeCgwec/s400/20120114_16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our drive, TG - pretty much the coolest guy ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svPccrhcINE/Txno9-FUedI/AAAAAAAACIQ/hfmFU_yEjAQ/s1600/20120114_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svPccrhcINE/Txno9-FUedI/AAAAAAAACIQ/hfmFU_yEjAQ/s400/20120114_17.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkUYePPo_6I/Txno-jgddYI/AAAAAAAACIY/RDuIk6fbAlY/s1600/20120114_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkUYePPo_6I/Txno-jgddYI/AAAAAAAACIY/RDuIk6fbAlY/s400/20120114_18.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKbI8w_HSuc/Txno_BIyDPI/AAAAAAAACIg/UIPO3NDEAT4/s1600/20120114_19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKbI8w_HSuc/Txno_BIyDPI/AAAAAAAACIg/UIPO3NDEAT4/s400/20120114_19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We headed back to SF after Robledo, full of wine and happy memories of a great afternoon. On our way back, TG took us to the overlook spot right before the Golden Gate Bridge so Kat could get some great shots of the bridge and the city. Pretty gorgeous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgLPqCOA-3c/TxnphDxHUCI/AAAAAAAACIs/uvorrxgQM4M/s1600/20120114_20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgLPqCOA-3c/TxnphDxHUCI/AAAAAAAACIs/uvorrxgQM4M/s400/20120114_20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once back in the city, we had TG drop us off by &lt;a href="http://nopasf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nopa&lt;/a&gt; so we could have an early dinner (and then go home and pass out, due to all the wine). We stopped at a nearby bar to catch the end of the Saints/Niners game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbaMFxLceNA/TxrvfTqDKII/AAAAAAAACI0/iT9uUnAC9eU/s1600/20120114_21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbaMFxLceNA/TxrvfTqDKII/AAAAAAAACI0/iT9uUnAC9eU/s400/20120114_21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinner at Nopa was wonderful, as always. Kat and I split the trout and the crab pasta - and had a few more drinks, if you can believe it. Dinner was accompanied by a solid heart-to-heart. Having a great meal and a great talk is basically our favorite thing to do together. We're pretty good at it, not gonna lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZScUm6A0zno/TxrxCAFWRyI/AAAAAAAACI8/3ZRJNLT2Te8/s1600/20120114_22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZScUm6A0zno/TxrxCAFWRyI/AAAAAAAACI8/3ZRJNLT2Te8/s400/20120114_22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Post-dinner we headed back to my apartment and were out cold by about 9:30. Hardcore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday started with brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.barjules.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bar Jules&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;one of my very favorite spots for brunch, then shopping around Hayes Valley and in the Fillmore neighborhood, where I picked up a great top by one of my favorites, Isabel Marant. We then watched the very depressing Packers/Giants game and then poured ourselves a couple of glasses of bubbly and settled in for more judging and running commentary during the Golden Globes. It's the little, mundane things I miss the most, living so far away from Katherine. A thing as easy as calling up your best friend and making plans to watch E's red carpet special together is something I don't take for granted anymore. We sat on my fold out couch drinking bubbles, discussing fashion and laughing at Ricky Gervais and I couldn't have been happier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, it was off to &lt;a href="http://www.barcrudo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bar Crudo&lt;/a&gt; for dinner with Shannon and Terry - one of my favorite spots with some of my favorite people! And despite the restaurant being out of 90% of what we tried to order (out of Prosecco, out of crab, out of shrimp, out of butterfish, out of ono), it was still a FANTASTIC meal. Oysters, clams, lobster, arctic char, oh my! Yes please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcxPFUYq9fc/Tx5AjAS-9kI/AAAAAAAACJE/XrLHT1lsx_0/s1600/20120115_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcxPFUYq9fc/Tx5AjAS-9kI/AAAAAAAACJE/XrLHT1lsx_0/s400/20120115_01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That night we went to bed full and happy. Really, what a perfect weekend with my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-292902340235412507?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/292902340235412507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=292902340235412507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/292902340235412507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/292902340235412507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/myweekendwithkatpart2.html' title='my.weekend.with.kat.part.2.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cUzWXbvkLY/TxnjSfMnLAI/AAAAAAAACF8/KWMyGTOoRkg/s72-c/20120113_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-770361332489931255</id><published>2012-01-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:00:00.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>Oh this dress... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't rock the green shoes - I'd want all the focus on the dress. Oh this dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DarBbGerRM/Txg8EjN75HI/AAAAAAAACF0/OANM8Vgs9ao/s1600/161566705351665607_4AT1XK4l_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DarBbGerRM/Txg8EjN75HI/AAAAAAAACF0/OANM8Vgs9ao/s640/161566705351665607_4AT1XK4l_c.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via Vogue.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher Kane Resort 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-770361332489931255?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/770361332489931255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=770361332489931255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/770361332489931255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/770361332489931255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/dressdayfriday_20.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DarBbGerRM/Txg8EjN75HI/AAAAAAAACF0/OANM8Vgs9ao/s72-c/161566705351665607_4AT1XK4l_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6792656582675822838</id><published>2012-01-19T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:37:32.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my.weekend.with.kat.</title><content type='html'>This is the only photo I have from my perfect weekend with Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZFsJBfxo0/Txg3HvqpcVI/AAAAAAAACFs/PVIcyzfWjjw/s1600/20120113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZFsJBfxo0/Txg3HvqpcVI/AAAAAAAACFs/PVIcyzfWjjw/s400/20120113.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afternoon lunch @ Zuni Cafe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the start of our weekend - I picked her up at the airport and we headed over to Zuni for a late lunch. The weather was perfect and we sat outside with our drinks, sharing oysters and a meal. It was the perfect way to start her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Kat took plenty of photos Friday night and all day wine tasting Saturday, so those are soon to follow once I get them from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like having my best friend in town - someone to laugh with and lean on. I love our time together and I'm so lucky to call her my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6792656582675822838?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6792656582675822838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6792656582675822838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6792656582675822838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6792656582675822838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/myweekendwithkat.html' title='my.weekend.with.kat.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZFsJBfxo0/Txg3HvqpcVI/AAAAAAAACFs/PVIcyzfWjjw/s72-c/20120113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-1759432330230148027</id><published>2012-01-17T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:27:21.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesdays'/><title type='text'>tuesday.inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axu2y7DFCEo/TxT00Pz6g3I/AAAAAAAACFQ/wpBZVT3XuPs/s1600/6070766897_f1569db09f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axu2y7DFCEo/TxT00Pz6g3I/AAAAAAAACFQ/wpBZVT3XuPs/s400/6070766897_f1569db09f_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngYyVg8MrYg/TxT00u1kHnI/AAAAAAAACFY/pNjJDrruQHg/s1600/170855379582951282_TIczEW5S_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngYyVg8MrYg/TxT00u1kHnI/AAAAAAAACFY/pNjJDrruQHg/s400/170855379582951282_TIczEW5S_c.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoA-giX2jvA/TxT00_tNlHI/AAAAAAAACFg/NRhLCkUlglA/s1600/new+years+Kate+Moss+via+TFS+and+Flora%2527s+Box%257D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoA-giX2jvA/TxT00_tNlHI/AAAAAAAACFg/NRhLCkUlglA/s400/new+years+Kate+Moss+via+TFS+and+Flora%2527s+Box%257D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-1759432330230148027?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1759432330230148027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=1759432330230148027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1759432330230148027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1759432330230148027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuesdayinspiration.html' title='tuesday.inspiration.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axu2y7DFCEo/TxT00Pz6g3I/AAAAAAAACFQ/wpBZVT3XuPs/s72-c/6070766897_f1569db09f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-1338666350765977284</id><published>2012-01-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:00:00.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>Today Kat gets into town (weather permitting... come on Mother Nature, don't fuck with me) and it will be glorious... much like this dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Rachel Zoe: BANANAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdkdPb9AIIs/Tw-2uG6TFSI/AAAAAAAACFE/FSltGHeOIWo/s1600/PKER-WD163_V2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdkdPb9AIIs/Tw-2uG6TFSI/AAAAAAAACFE/FSltGHeOIWo/s400/PKER-WD163_V2.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revolveclothing.com/DisplayProduct.jsp?product=PKER-WD163&amp;amp;c=2012-01-12&amp;amp;n=n" target="_blank"&gt;Image via Revolve Clothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-1338666350765977284?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1338666350765977284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=1338666350765977284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1338666350765977284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1338666350765977284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/dressdayfriday_13.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdkdPb9AIIs/Tw-2uG6TFSI/AAAAAAAACFE/FSltGHeOIWo/s72-c/PKER-WD163_V2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4767890820912023344</id><published>2012-01-12T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:00:00.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>girl.with.the.dragon.read.the.book.</title><content type='html'>Last week Alisha and I caught the late showing of &lt;i&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/i&gt;. It was a great night - we had a couple of drinks with friends after work, then picked up a to go pizza at Delfina and grabbed a glass of wine at a wine bar near the movie theater. The movie itself was... GO READ THE BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Roony Mara did a great job. Also she's naked a lot. You get to see Daniel Craig's butt crack, but he's never naked (thanks for the sexism, Hollywood, rock on). I'm super upset with David Fincher for changing the ending (completely unnecessary, in case you were wondering), but I admire his ambition for taking on such a complex, intriguing story, and doing a semi-decent job of culling it down into a 2 hour and 40 minute film. But seriously, please please please read the book. It's amazing. It's involved. It's fascinating. It's can't put it down. And it's so much more than the movie could ever be. You just can't condense a story like that. You lose the finesse. You lose the essence. They tried and they got close, but it's not quite right. And the book is perfect. It's exactly what it should be. (And isn't that always the case when they make a movie based on a book?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3mLG6aezMc/Tw8C-nHkJAI/AAAAAAAACE0/7_vixXFZxxg/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3mLG6aezMc/Tw8C-nHkJAI/AAAAAAAACE0/7_vixXFZxxg/s400/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only photo I have from that night... we tried to stop at a liquor store so we could bring a bottle of wine into the movie, but it was closed... at 8pm (what?).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4767890820912023344?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4767890820912023344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4767890820912023344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4767890820912023344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4767890820912023344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/girlwiththedragonreadthebook.html' title='girl.with.the.dragon.read.the.book.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3mLG6aezMc/Tw8C-nHkJAI/AAAAAAAACE0/7_vixXFZxxg/s72-c/photo+%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-9053167316152211061</id><published>2012-01-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:25:20.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>tonight.</title><content type='html'>After a LONG day at work, Alisha and I had an&amp;nbsp;impromptu&amp;nbsp;heart to heart at Absinthe over martinis and popcorn. I really love that girl - she is a true friend in the most real sense of that concept. I'm lucky to have her - you know that person you can just say anything to? And it's always okay? Yeah, she's kind of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9hqaJJ8cVE/Tw5urrj66DI/AAAAAAAACEs/WjLuEsLMUUg/s1600/1013-PM_2_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9hqaJJ8cVE/Tw5urrj66DI/AAAAAAAACEs/WjLuEsLMUUg/s400/1013-PM_2_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-9053167316152211061?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/9053167316152211061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=9053167316152211061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/9053167316152211061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/9053167316152211061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight.html' title='tonight.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9hqaJJ8cVE/Tw5urrj66DI/AAAAAAAACEs/WjLuEsLMUUg/s72-c/1013-PM_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5740432515117843612</id><published>2012-01-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:50:34.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>hey.saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Monday evening and somehow by the end of the work day today my brain and body were convinced it was at least midday Wednesday. On the one hand it feels so great to accomplish so much in one day that you feel like it's been 2 1/2 days. On the other hand... why does it already feel like forever since the weekend?? I was hoping that weekend glow would last a bit longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of that weekend glow... wow, glow it did. Saturday was straight up perfect. Shannon, Terry and I left the city at 8am for a Mt. Tam hike. We found a new trail that is now our go-to. It was perfect - challenging (but not miserable), scenic, variable length... and what a gorgeous day! We really are blessed to live here - to be able to take a quick drive outside the city and have nature just waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9HJH9RTtA/TwvnQmTvWSI/AAAAAAAACD0/AgXcKbSsZJ8/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9HJH9RTtA/TwvnQmTvWSI/AAAAAAAACD0/AgXcKbSsZJ8/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eaENkLxG21A/TwvnXw8iYvI/AAAAAAAACD8/XoYcG6f_rUE/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eaENkLxG21A/TwvnXw8iYvI/AAAAAAAACD8/XoYcG6f_rUE/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7P8zLsG4JGc/TwvnY6HLEFI/AAAAAAAACEE/3DrjAiiQhsI/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7P8zLsG4JGc/TwvnY6HLEFI/AAAAAAAACEE/3DrjAiiQhsI/s400/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After an amazing hike, we headed to the &lt;a href="http://thefremontdiner.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Fremont Diner&lt;/a&gt; (probably the only diner I've ever been to that has the freshest ingredients and most amazing dishes), then over to &lt;a href="http://www.artesawinery.com/index1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artesa&lt;/a&gt; (wouldn't you know, we all belong to the same winery) to pick up our winter shipments. Members get free wine tastings, which was a perfect way to spend our afternoon. And finally we stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.ramsgatewinery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ram's Gate&lt;/a&gt;, a relatively new winery in Sonoma that, while pricey, is freaking gorgeous. And their Estate Pinot Noir is so incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xua9xQyEykE/Twvozn2YznI/AAAAAAAACEM/XtEF4bG7m_E/s1600/road-food-fremont-diner-front-sonoma-0711-l.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xua9xQyEykE/Twvozn2YznI/AAAAAAAACEM/XtEF4bG7m_E/s400/road-food-fremont-diner-front-sonoma-0711-l.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fremont Diner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2GaYxHPXWA/Twvo4-in-1I/AAAAAAAACEU/cZd_1DahxHg/s1600/Artesa-Fountain.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2GaYxHPXWA/Twvo4-in-1I/AAAAAAAACEU/cZd_1DahxHg/s400/Artesa-Fountain.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoji5fXMmE/TwvpBmk2RvI/AAAAAAAACEc/1hLZmxuaxsg/s1600/RAMS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoji5fXMmE/TwvpBmk2RvI/AAAAAAAACEc/1hLZmxuaxsg/s400/RAMS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ram's Gate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some solid wine purchases later we headed home before the traffic got crazy. I had a quick respite at home and then headed back out to meet Mike and Laura for dinner and a concert. Laura is super into the up and coming music scene, which is great because I absolutely am not. I love music so much - I love live music SO much... but I just don't have time to weed through all the emerging bands and somehow find the good stuff. Do you know what's on my Spotify playlist? Disney music. Yes, you read that right. Yes, I'm 29. You know what else is on my Spotify playlist? Old school Whitney Houston. Hall and Oates. Glee. More Glee. Crappy pop music (I LOVE YOU, KATY PERRY). Rod Stewart (Downtown Train = one of the best songs &amp;nbsp;e v e r). And a &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;lotta&lt;/b&gt; country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's a good thing that I have people in my life who can introduce me to new music. Because I love music! Last year Laura had Mike and me buy tickets to see a band called &lt;a href="http://www.theheadandtheheart.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;The Head and the Heart&lt;/a&gt;. Hands down one of the best concerts I have ever been to. I listened to their album nonstop for weeks after that show. I've sent the tracks to half the people I know (exaggerating for emphasis). I HIGHLY recommend them, and if you can see them live make it happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night was another concert night - Laura had us get tickets for a group called &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Starfucker" target="_blank"&gt;Starfucker&lt;/a&gt;. (Cut to me in the VIP area at Artesa - Shannon says, oh who are you seeing tonight? I'm all, Star&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;fucker&lt;/span&gt;, glancing around self consciously.) SUPER appropriate band name, yes. It was a great show - not my usual type of music, but I totally dig where they're coming from and I will definitely add them to my Spotify playlist. I also really wanted to buy a tshirt, just to have a tshirt that says "Starfucker." They were only $15 and now I'm kicking myself for not buying one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uTsDAND-bA/Twvrkj0SE3I/AAAAAAAACEk/tYkjhR4fKCU/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uTsDAND-bA/Twvrkj0SE3I/AAAAAAAACEk/tYkjhR4fKCU/s400/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it was a perfect day. This is what I want 2012 to be... rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5740432515117843612?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5740432515117843612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5740432515117843612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5740432515117843612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5740432515117843612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/heysaturday.html' title='hey.saturday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9HJH9RTtA/TwvnQmTvWSI/AAAAAAAACD0/AgXcKbSsZJ8/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4269260879412687797</id><published>2012-01-06T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:00:08.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>1. Is it summer yet so I can wear this dress?&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe this dress will be on sale by the time it's summer?&lt;br /&gt;3. This dress is a no bra/no back fat situation... resolutions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLfiHiT9VnE/TwY0TgFiifI/AAAAAAAACDk/zXSDJXLOxyY/s1600/marah4010812867_p1_1-0_347x683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLfiHiT9VnE/TwY0TgFiifI/AAAAAAAACDk/zXSDJXLOxyY/s400/marah4010812867_p1_1-0_347x683.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvTMNtsf1OE/TwY0UAdmgzI/AAAAAAAACDs/LZgsSvAx6Mc/s1600/marah4010812867_p2_1-0_347x683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvTMNtsf1OE/TwY0UAdmgzI/AAAAAAAACDs/LZgsSvAx6Mc/s400/marah4010812867_p2_1-0_347x683.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/beaded-ray-back-maxi-dress/vp/v=1/845524441928151.htm?folderID=2534374302029428&amp;amp;fm=whatsnew-shopbysize-viewall&amp;amp;colorId=12867&amp;amp;extid=affprg" target="_blank"&gt;Images via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4269260879412687797?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4269260879412687797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4269260879412687797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4269260879412687797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4269260879412687797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLfiHiT9VnE/TwY0TgFiifI/AAAAAAAACDk/zXSDJXLOxyY/s72-c/marah4010812867_p1_1-0_347x683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8506993152925529550</id><published>2012-01-04T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:00:00.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>sweet.home.</title><content type='html'>After five days in Madison, I spent five more in Chicago and I fell in love with that city all over again. Great food, football, that chill in the air, walking everywhere... and most of all, the people. On my last night in town, Fisher and I walked home together from my sister's apartment - 1.7 miles with snow falling softly all around us, just talking and laughing and living in that small, amazing, best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stopped looking at the pictures from my trip since I've been back - I love happy memories. Some of the best moments of the trip I don't even have pictures of: that walk home with Fisher, my downtown lunch with Kat, watching movies with the girls - giggling endlessly over Justin Timberlake jokes, drooling over Ryan Gosling and sobbing uncontrollably during &lt;i&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/i&gt;, our simple lunch with John, the crazy run-in at Piece, singing at the top of our lungs to Whitney Houston at the bar, getting ready with my sister in her bathroom while we talk about EVERYTHING. It's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbeXBq82ws8/TwPfIMK0vVI/AAAAAAAACCs/FP7Z82RF-xo/s1600/20111228a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbeXBq82ws8/TwPfIMK0vVI/AAAAAAAACCs/FP7Z82RF-xo/s400/20111228a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katherine &amp;amp; me @ Burwood for Trivia, my favorite standing tradition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKJDdWPUTpc/TwPfcRrzb8I/AAAAAAAACC4/6r3NGopalOk/s1600/20111228b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKJDdWPUTpc/TwPfcRrzb8I/AAAAAAAACC4/6r3NGopalOk/s400/20111228b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Action shot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCcKdDsTrIs/TwPfdhcJIYI/AAAAAAAACDA/r2LhsipiXFg/s1600/20111229a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCcKdDsTrIs/TwPfdhcJIYI/AAAAAAAACDA/r2LhsipiXFg/s400/20111229a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony, Katherine and Bryan @ Nick's Beer Garden&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lcdOR3ePHA/TwPfe5F-_xI/AAAAAAAACDI/Jyyfz4u5KNo/s1600/20111229b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lcdOR3ePHA/TwPfe5F-_xI/AAAAAAAACDI/Jyyfz4u5KNo/s400/20111229b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Kels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GM_thVNa-CU/TwPfhVY1vbI/AAAAAAAACDQ/eTcdp6DC3HQ/s1600/20111230c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GM_thVNa-CU/TwPfhVY1vbI/AAAAAAAACDQ/eTcdp6DC3HQ/s400/20111230c.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group shot @ The Other Side after a loooong day of drinking (sorry for partying)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8OtfJtsZcM/TwPfiSp0MHI/AAAAAAAACDY/6FRRwLvwrVc/s1600/20111230d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8OtfJtsZcM/TwPfiSp0MHI/AAAAAAAACDY/6FRRwLvwrVc/s400/20111230d.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Per usual, silly faces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-8506993152925529550?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8506993152925529550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8506993152925529550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8506993152925529550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8506993152925529550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweethome.html' title='sweet.home.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbeXBq82ws8/TwPfIMK0vVI/AAAAAAAACCs/FP7Z82RF-xo/s72-c/20111228a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-664718733229277027</id><published>2012-01-02T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:43:21.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>check.me.out.</title><content type='html'>For the first time in most likely my entire life, I have just willingly unpacked the same day I arrived home from traveling. It's a (belated) Christmas miracle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3-T_mBb_s0/TwKxfk94sKI/AAAAAAAACCg/g_XLRH4eXOs/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3-T_mBb_s0/TwKxfk94sKI/AAAAAAAACCg/g_XLRH4eXOs/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;witness my success&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I really need to do laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-664718733229277027?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/664718733229277027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=664718733229277027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/664718733229277027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/664718733229277027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/checkmeout.html' title='check.me.out.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3-T_mBb_s0/TwKxfk94sKI/AAAAAAAACCg/g_XLRH4eXOs/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4389648703969285870</id><published>2012-01-02T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:01:04.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>holly.jolly.</title><content type='html'>Well the holidays pretty much flew by. On the 26th, the day before I was due to leave my parents in Madison and head down to Chicago to spend some time with my friends from home, I found myself sitting in the kitchen with my mom and the dog, just crying my eyes out because I didn't know how the days had gone by so fast. Living so far away from my family has really made me appreciate the time I get to spend with them - these days it never seems to be long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really wonderful Christmas - decorating the tree with my sister, running errands with my mom, watching &lt;i&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as a family and playing fetch for countless hours with Sadie... it was everything I wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3UYLQtNmUQ/TwI-bQA1aZI/AAAAAAAACAg/9X4atbDSW1Y/s1600/20111222b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3UYLQtNmUQ/TwI-bQA1aZI/AAAAAAAACAg/9X4atbDSW1Y/s400/20111222b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kel &amp;amp; I took time to grab a beer together - it was fun to just catch up (and drink at noon because, hey, we're on vacation)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD_RmoOKWh4/TwI-qjPkrmI/AAAAAAAACAs/cW5bT_ekFZo/s1600/20111222c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD_RmoOKWh4/TwI-qjPkrmI/AAAAAAAACAs/cW5bT_ekFZo/s400/20111222c.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hung lights on the patio of Grams &amp;amp; BooBoo's new apartment at the independent living facility&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWYZSCyomIc/TwI-05bPd5I/AAAAAAAACA4/WecPl_JKq3o/s1600/20111222g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWYZSCyomIc/TwI-05bPd5I/AAAAAAAACA4/WecPl_JKq3o/s400/20111222g.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In that pile of presents on the couch there were about six bags of toys/treats for Sadie - she's so smart, she actually recognizes the type of bags my mom uses for her every year - she wanted to open those presents early!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tavW83OimY/TwI-8VWbc-I/AAAAAAAACBE/yf_ujQIvnhQ/s1600/20111222h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tavW83OimY/TwI-8VWbc-I/AAAAAAAACBE/yf_ujQIvnhQ/s400/20111222h.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tree - mom started with the lights at the top and Kel &amp;amp; I finished it... mom is far superior at placing lights - witness our "ombre" tree :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1qlsWsp6As/TwI-9XvvzeI/AAAAAAAACBM/f9AISMN9Rjc/s1600/20111224a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1qlsWsp6As/TwI-9XvvzeI/AAAAAAAACBM/f9AISMN9Rjc/s400/20111224a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm reading and Sadie is laying in the sun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbuuhgSc6bg/TwI_G4wFEBI/AAAAAAAACBY/IyspyrxEKgU/s1600/20111224f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbuuhgSc6bg/TwI_G4wFEBI/AAAAAAAACBY/IyspyrxEKgU/s400/20111224f.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening presents!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysbb6rDGWn8/TwI_UYEuqdI/AAAAAAAACBk/OL-SombxPQY/s1600/20111226b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysbb6rDGWn8/TwI_UYEuqdI/AAAAAAAACBk/OL-SombxPQY/s400/20111226b.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadie sleeping on Daddy's lap&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-bI0H8-8lo/TwI_awB0b7I/AAAAAAAACBs/a63N5LfX7kI/s1600/20111226d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-bI0H8-8lo/TwI_awB0b7I/AAAAAAAACBs/a63N5LfX7kI/s400/20111226d.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love those Santa boots by the fire :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzTj6t4jZI0/TwI_b2SvMtI/AAAAAAAACB0/N_DjD4BOItw/s1600/20111226e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzTj6t4jZI0/TwI_b2SvMtI/AAAAAAAACB0/N_DjD4BOItw/s400/20111226e.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought flamingo lights to go over the bar in the basement - basically the coolest thing ever&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51QJG3A8UQY/TwI_dFw0OfI/AAAAAAAACB8/DQDTFtJlOiE/s1600/20111226f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51QJG3A8UQY/TwI_dFw0OfI/AAAAAAAACB8/DQDTFtJlOiE/s400/20111226f.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing tug with a relentless Sadie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEdW4hPLR_k/TwI_eB4BERI/AAAAAAAACCE/b0qT_6hv9mQ/s1600/20111226g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEdW4hPLR_k/TwI_eB4BERI/AAAAAAAACCE/b0qT_6hv9mQ/s400/20111226g.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad + Sadie + Mom = LOVE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8444470983209225751-4389648703969285870?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4389648703969285870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4389648703969285870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4389648703969285870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4389648703969285870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2012/01/hollyjolly.html' title='holly.jolly.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3UYLQtNmUQ/TwI-bQA1aZI/AAAAAAAACAg/9X4atbDSW1Y/s72-c/20111222b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7674036768106104199</id><published>2011-12-23T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:00:00.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>i.love.ohare.</title><content type='html'>Did you know they filmed the first &lt;i&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt; at O'Hare? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGyIZjAaQgI/TvO_gDeTG0I/AAAAAAAACAM/SvWb3WAqP0U/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGyIZjAaQgI/TvO_gDeTG0I/AAAAAAAACAM/SvWb3WAqP0U/s400/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;best.airport.EVER.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7674036768106104199?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7674036768106104199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7674036768106104199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7674036768106104199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7674036768106104199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/iloveohare.html' title='i.love.ohare.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGyIZjAaQgI/TvO_gDeTG0I/AAAAAAAACAM/SvWb3WAqP0U/s72-c/photo%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7630235576296664874</id><published>2011-12-22T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:37:05.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>at.the.gate.</title><content type='html'>Spotted these two at my gate at the airport... the plane was going to Chicago... do you think I should have let them know it's cold as all getout there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIhuhk8knY/TvO-37_r54I/AAAAAAAACAA/9De1u2yP3Lw/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIhuhk8knY/TvO-37_r54I/AAAAAAAACAA/9De1u2yP3Lw/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;super cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7630235576296664874?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7630235576296664874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7630235576296664874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7630235576296664874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7630235576296664874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/atthegate.html' title='at.the.gate.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIhuhk8knY/TvO-37_r54I/AAAAAAAACAA/9De1u2yP3Lw/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3668094396067050081</id><published>2011-12-20T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:39:18.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>for.the.most.part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDMoGJVpNJ8/TvDWOI4zvtI/AAAAAAAAB_0/CHHEAPFFo1g/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDMoGJVpNJ8/TvDWOI4zvtI/AAAAAAAAB_0/CHHEAPFFo1g/s640/photo.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside the walgreens&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-3668094396067050081?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3668094396067050081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3668094396067050081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3668094396067050081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3668094396067050081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/forthemostpart.html' title='for.the.most.part.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDMoGJVpNJ8/TvDWOI4zvtI/AAAAAAAAB_0/CHHEAPFFo1g/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6017437040798483776</id><published>2011-12-19T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:06:14.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>yes.this.happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night - in all its campy glory - Shannon, Trey and I went to see &lt;i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Bring It On!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the musical. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right. Yes, it was voluntary. Yes, it was super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-My_EbBfajnM/Tu-lG63JvPI/AAAAAAAAB_c/3ZFM2v9wbuM/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-My_EbBfajnM/Tu-lG63JvPI/AAAAAAAAB_c/3ZFM2v9wbuM/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;i&gt;Bring it On!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the musical, we learned important lessons like, "How do we know who we are unless we cross the line?" (And by "line" they mean both the physical line you cannot step over during a cheer competition and the metaphorical lines we all face during key moments of our lives. This was heavy stuff. Gripping drama.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, when someone is sad, just use this handy tool for instant cheering up (it helps if you sing it):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You: Happy kitties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sad friend: Sleeping puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You: Baby duckies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Used-to-be-sad-now-happy friend: Sparkle ponies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Works like a charm. I think this is really going to give me the leg up as a manager at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iU6WlGS7eWk/Tu-lI0prWbI/AAAAAAAAB_s/XUH0B3iNbyI/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iU6WlGS7eWk/Tu-lI0prWbI/AAAAAAAAB_s/XUH0B3iNbyI/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Orpheum at night... gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57pwxKfeAd8/Tu-lIFToaEI/AAAAAAAAB_k/RnjYjKr-As8/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57pwxKfeAd8/Tu-lIFToaEI/AAAAAAAAB_k/RnjYjKr-As8/s400/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Framing this Playbill, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6017437040798483776?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6017437040798483776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6017437040798483776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6017437040798483776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6017437040798483776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesthishappened.html' title='yes.this.happened.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-My_EbBfajnM/Tu-lG63JvPI/AAAAAAAAB_c/3ZFM2v9wbuM/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6641350841923152877</id><published>2011-12-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:59:35.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>holiday.party.2011.</title><content type='html'>Despite last week's gratuitous work barfing (food poisoning? virus?) and this week's stress hives (hot), I did get a few hours of respite from all the hardcore work, in the form of our annual holiday party. And as I do &lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2009/12/theorigin.html"&gt;every&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/aspromised.html"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt;, I am here to share the photographic proof of a good time had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxwyewUWtwQ/TuwjmYoheRI/AAAAAAAAB98/vEtxs8JTJRU/s1600/1013-PM_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxwyewUWtwQ/TuwjmYoheRI/AAAAAAAAB98/vEtxs8JTJRU/s400/1013-PM_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;scared /dumb / confused / happy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6vW-j_Byfw/TuwjmrYBNQI/AAAAAAAAB-E/lUZpG2dID8Y/s1600/1029-PM_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6vW-j_Byfw/TuwjmrYBNQI/AAAAAAAAB-E/lUZpG2dID8Y/s400/1029-PM_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly faces / judging / serious / happy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrhfww8753I/TuwjnKs0rdI/AAAAAAAAB-M/N9hZSQOiVbw/s1600/10.31+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrhfww8753I/TuwjnKs0rdI/AAAAAAAAB-M/N9hZSQOiVbw/s400/10.31+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trey wouldn't let me plan this one... I think I scared her when I was so hardcore about planning for the photobooth ... sorry for partying...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLyjbm-kU2w/TuwjnomAQXI/AAAAAAAAB-U/InzT2fPvFG4/s1600/10.39+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLyjbm-kU2w/TuwjnomAQXI/AAAAAAAAB-U/InzT2fPvFG4/s400/10.39+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;shocked / elated / surprised / serious (Heather wants to cut a bitch)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OGaNQebWEI/TuwjofG23WI/AAAAAAAAB-c/6bOfRqYSC-Y/s1600/10.41+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OGaNQebWEI/TuwjofG23WI/AAAAAAAAB-c/6bOfRqYSC-Y/s400/10.41+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;scared / confused / dumb / randy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eA_qkRzYa5k/TuwjpO-bUVI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5EDfVv_YFRM/s1600/11.27+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eA_qkRzYa5k/TuwjpO-bUVI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5EDfVv_YFRM/s400/11.27+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, does it really look like we planned any of this? alcohol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgoRGY9zNbM/Tuwjp4fRjKI/AAAAAAAAB-s/AVTl9W4hE1o/s1600/11.28+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgoRGY9zNbM/Tuwjp4fRjKI/AAAAAAAAB-s/AVTl9W4hE1o/s400/11.28+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made them plan for this one: angry / open mouth smiles / pooping (maturity) / confused&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-_-OMc_Ec8/Tuwjqt-QsuI/AAAAAAAAB-0/19sepQ1Dln0/s1600/11.30+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-_-OMc_Ec8/Tuwjqt-QsuI/AAAAAAAAB-0/19sepQ1Dln0/s400/11.30+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;less planning / more alcohol&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-nKhTwo9JU/TuwjrSgkPzI/AAAAAAAAB-8/E9GNMfKUHag/s1600/11.31+pm_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-nKhTwo9JU/TuwjrSgkPzI/AAAAAAAAB-8/E9GNMfKUHag/s400/11.31+pm_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the picture of sobriety... love that double fist, Alisha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6641350841923152877?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6641350841923152877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6641350841923152877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6641350841923152877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6641350841923152877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/holidayparty2011.html' title='holiday.party.2011.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxwyewUWtwQ/TuwjmYoheRI/AAAAAAAAB98/vEtxs8JTJRU/s72-c/1013-PM_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4649545173686434756</id><published>2011-12-16T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:39:14.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>This week I broke out in stress hives - we've been working on this huge pitch (due today) and - clearly- it's been stressing me out. But rather than show you a picture of my stress hives (super hot), here's something pretty to look at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nu8ulA_D3o/TuuQFzLzBXI/AAAAAAAAB90/dywKt2GcNak/s1600/179274_in_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nu8ulA_D3o/TuuQFzLzBXI/AAAAAAAAB90/dywKt2GcNak/s400/179274_in_l.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/179274?cm_mmc=LinkshareUS-_-Custom-_-Link-_-Builder&amp;amp;siteID=je6NUbpObpQ-BgNouV867Fw2pvKz5SG8YQ"&gt;Net-A-Porter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4649545173686434756?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4649545173686434756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4649545173686434756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4649545173686434756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4649545173686434756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nu8ulA_D3o/TuuQFzLzBXI/AAAAAAAAB90/dywKt2GcNak/s72-c/179274_in_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8830053179293053417</id><published>2011-12-12T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:32:15.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>how.did.we.get.here?</title><content type='html'>Sick (food poisoning? does food poisoning last 4 days? virus?)&lt;br /&gt;+ project gone seriously awry at work&lt;br /&gt;+ biggest pitch we've ever pitched at work&lt;br /&gt;= chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it be time for the holiday break? Will I make it to next Wednesday when I fly home for Christmas? Stay tuned, it's action packed in the most boring way over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my apartment tonight, surveyed the landscape and felt a little horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y14VzDw_U_U/TubsW3cqTsI/AAAAAAAAB9k/hfsZcz8pnQQ/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y14VzDw_U_U/TubsW3cqTsI/AAAAAAAAB9k/hfsZcz8pnQQ/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not a slob. How did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find it so hard to hang up my clothes at the end of the day when I'm stressed? When did I get so many shoes and why are they ALL piled up in front of the entrance to the kitchen? Why can't I find fitted sheets with deep enough corners to stay on my mattress? These are the fascinating mysteries of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O--NURT8wI/Tubu6DpHVGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/_v1VqG9XhFU/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O--NURT8wI/Tubu6DpHVGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/_v1VqG9XhFU/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, LOVE the feeling of a clean and tidy apartment. It's so satisfying... it makes me feel like the kind of girl I want to be. The kind of girl who flosses every day and values produce over carbs and always gets up to go to the gym when the alarm goes off in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm that girl... and sometimes I'm the girl who tosses her clothes and leaves them wherever they land, all in an effort to get her sweatpants on as fast as possible at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight this girl is sitting in her freshly cleaned apartment in her super awesome sweatpants. Who's the big winner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-8830053179293053417?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8830053179293053417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8830053179293053417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8830053179293053417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8830053179293053417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/howdidwegethere.html' title='how.did.we.get.here?'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y14VzDw_U_U/TubsW3cqTsI/AAAAAAAAB9k/hfsZcz8pnQQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8181217588070452192</id><published>2011-12-07T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:00:01.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>neon.#2.</title><content type='html'>My love of all things &lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/favoritethingsneonedition.html"&gt;neon&lt;/a&gt; continues... and this is my wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D0BO16EcTg/TtqnWvHLKhI/AAAAAAAAB78/GTOalgRfsBs/s1600/comme-des-garcons-metallic-wallets-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D0BO16EcTg/TtqnWvHLKhI/AAAAAAAAB78/GTOalgRfsBs/s400/comme-des-garcons-metallic-wallets-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CRAVE this &lt;a href="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/2011/10/25/comme-des-garcons-christmas-specials-2011-metallic-wallets/comme-des-garcons-metallic-wallets-2/"&gt;Comme des Garcons metallic wallet&lt;/a&gt; - absolutely #1 on my want list!! For the life of me I can't find these online anywhere... if anyone knows where to find one, I'm desperate to find out!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zPNA08bURE/Ttqp_VlUeMI/AAAAAAAAB8E/cmS_3dALypM/s1600/zero-maria-cornejo-resort-2012-14_093929891718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zPNA08bURE/Ttqp_VlUeMI/AAAAAAAAB8E/cmS_3dALypM/s400/zero-maria-cornejo-resort-2012-14_093929891718.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This dress by &lt;a href="http://www.vogue.com/collections/resort-2012/zero-maria-cornejo/review/#/collection/runway/resort-2012/zero-maria-cornejo/14"&gt;Zero + Maria Cornejo&lt;/a&gt; is amazing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S00TEOEZHI8/TtqqhTC9DgI/AAAAAAAAB8M/fCrAkTUl08M/s1600/11fluro-yellow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S00TEOEZHI8/TtqqhTC9DgI/AAAAAAAAB8M/fCrAkTUl08M/s400/11fluro-yellow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.cambridgesatchel.co.uk/shop/collections/the-fluro"&gt;Cambridge Satchel&lt;/a&gt; has been on my mind for months now...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tiIVrxIANs/Ttqq5DnkGjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/D0GrlizshYA/s1600/161566705351431902_ajSNnTeQ_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tiIVrxIANs/Ttqq5DnkGjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/D0GrlizshYA/s400/161566705351431902_ajSNnTeQ_c.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea who makes this shoe (people on Pinterest can be so careless sometimes!), but I would very much like it to be in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSkewXsQPbk/TtqrtdCIsMI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QfKQ6QHrlyA/s1600/CLEO-WA17_V1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSkewXsQPbk/TtqrtdCIsMI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QfKQ6QHrlyA/s400/CLEO-WA17_V1.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And speaking of wallets, this beautiful hot pink &lt;a href="http://www.revolveclothing.com/DisplayProduct.jsp?product=CLEO-WA17&amp;amp;c=Cleobella&amp;amp;referrerURL=%2FBrands.jsp%3Fc%3DCleobella%26d%3DWomens&amp;amp;"&gt;Cleobella&lt;/a&gt; number is second on my list...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn59y2xQOX4/TtqsGuhlLsI/AAAAAAAAB8s/s18tdjFwxxg/s1600/SEEB-WY79_V1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn59y2xQOX4/TtqsGuhlLsI/AAAAAAAAB8s/s18tdjFwxxg/s400/SEEB-WY79_V1.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And although this &lt;a href="http://www.revolveclothing.com/DisplayProduct.jsp?product=SEEB-WY79&amp;amp;c=2011-10-11&amp;amp;n=n"&gt;See By Chloe&lt;/a&gt; bag is completely impractical, I soooo want to own it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8444470983209225751-8181217588070452192?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8181217588070452192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8181217588070452192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8181217588070452192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8181217588070452192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/neon2.html' title='neon.#2.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D0BO16EcTg/TtqnWvHLKhI/AAAAAAAAB78/GTOalgRfsBs/s72-c/comme-des-garcons-metallic-wallets-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-1196262025041525970</id><published>2011-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:20:07.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>for.we.need.a.little.christmas.</title><content type='html'>It was SO hard to get up this morning. I worked late and didn't sleep well. When the alarm went off this morning for pilates I seriously thought about just texting my instructor and telling her I wasn't going to make it. But I dragged myself out of bed and sluggishly started getting ready for my workout. As I was running down the steps in my apartment building, already late to pilates, this is the scene that greeted me at the bottom of the stairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDiEAR_6OuQ/Tt5HKOiYzeI/AAAAAAAAB9M/hosb7eHovsE/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDiEAR_6OuQ/Tt5HKOiYzeI/AAAAAAAAB9M/hosb7eHovsE/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It stopped me in my tracks, and then I ran back upstairs to grab my phone to make sure I could capture a photo while it was still semi-dark out and the lights were glowing in the morning. Kind of exactly what I needed in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important to take time for holiday cheer and the spirit of the season. At my office this year I've started an internal project to put up some lights and bring a little holiday cheer. I think it's so important - necessary even - especially during a time when we're all in that fourth quarter crunch - heads down and constantly working overtime. Won't it be nice to walk into the office each morning and have a little holiday cheer? More importantly, I've reached out to the Salvation Army and we're partnering with them for their Angel Tree program - we'll put up a tree in our office and the Salvation Army will give us tags to hang on our tree for local children from families who can't afford to buy gifts this year. Each tag has a child's name, age and gift wish. My co-workers and I can take tags from the tree and purchase gifts for these children, which the Salvation Army will pick up and give to the families so they can have a happy holiday, just like we all expect to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year. I love the snap in the air (we don't really get that in SF and I miss it so much), and I love the spirit and the warmth of the holiday season - we should all take time to foster that spirit - it's so easy to let it slip away from us, but it makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we need a little Christmas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, right this very minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Or whatever you choose to celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-1196262025041525970?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1196262025041525970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=1196262025041525970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1196262025041525970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1196262025041525970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/forweneedalittlechristmas.html' title='for.we.need.a.little.christmas.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDiEAR_6OuQ/Tt5HKOiYzeI/AAAAAAAAB9M/hosb7eHovsE/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4271594320700993131</id><published>2011-12-06T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:00:03.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>favorite.things:neon.edition.</title><content type='html'>I am IN LOVE with anything neon. I'm just drawn to it. I like having little neon accents in my life - they make me happy and brighten every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxqBHCuUU9w/TtqkPhBcaxI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_vmukTFZpA4/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxqBHCuUU9w/TtqkPhBcaxI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_vmukTFZpA4/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My neon zebra from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/thegoodmachinery?section_id=7367190"&gt;The Good Machinery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice my excellent taste in books... and the stark contrast of having &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;stacked between the Ayn Rand masterpieces, &lt;i&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/i&gt;... classy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiT02qIdCKI/TtqkRhIyF_I/AAAAAAAAB7k/pAe_9tv7_aI/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiT02qIdCKI/TtqkRhIyF_I/AAAAAAAAB7k/pAe_9tv7_aI/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My neon &amp;amp; gold lion from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/thegoodmachinery?section_id=7367190"&gt;The Good Machinery&lt;/a&gt;... these little guys like to hang out on my bookcase&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2PqziZkYYk/TtqkSwGhfEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/2VDONDZ_4hE/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2PqziZkYYk/TtqkSwGhfEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/2VDONDZ_4hE/s400/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "Hello Lady" &amp;amp; "Hello Sir" note cards from &lt;a href="http://www.yellowowlworkshop.com/everyday.html"&gt;Yellow Owl Workshop&lt;/a&gt;... I framed them to work as accent pieces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uIV4E_ErCk/TtqkT1g1ocI/AAAAAAAAB70/oYwexPxnyFc/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uIV4E_ErCk/TtqkT1g1ocI/AAAAAAAAB70/oYwexPxnyFc/s400/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://queenofevil.com/"&gt;e.vil&lt;/a&gt; travel bag... it holds SO MUCH and always gets comments at the airport :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5hW7aNg4Jg/TtqsjDXHJyI/AAAAAAAAB80/uCDaIrUbn3A/s1600/WVV745F49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5hW7aNg4Jg/TtqsjDXHJyI/AAAAAAAAB80/uCDaIrUbn3A/s400/WVV745F49.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.singer22.com/wvv745f49.html?source=shopstyle"&gt;Wildfox&lt;/a&gt; sweatshirt is part of my favorite comfy weekend wear. Can't get enough.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4271594320700993131?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4271594320700993131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4271594320700993131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4271594320700993131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4271594320700993131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/favoritethingsneonedition.html' title='favorite.things:neon.edition.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxqBHCuUU9w/TtqkPhBcaxI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_vmukTFZpA4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3110262350529288041</id><published>2011-12-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:44:15.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>i.heart.sf.</title><content type='html'>It's funny... since I've been seriously considering moving back to Chicago next year (and by seriously considering I mean assuming it's happening), I've really been able to enjoy my life in San Francisco more than I have in a while. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but maybe there's no such thing as coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: we hit up Sugar after work for catching up and a few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: just a random night - nothing planned, nothing major. First Absinthe, then Latin American Club - we just hung out and talked and laughed together and maybe it was just any other night for my friends, but for me it was a reminder of what I'll miss if (when?) I move home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: took a break from my social activities and just chilled at home... nice to have my me time. I love my apartment here... I love the way I feel at home when I walk through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: &lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/musiconathursday.html"&gt;live music and good friends at Hotel Utah&lt;/a&gt;. Shannon and I had a two person dance party in the middle of The Ponies set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Stress City at work, then off to Zuni as always, just hanging out and unwinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: pilates with Shannon, then brunch and mimosas and shopping in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: football with Mike for the first time in f o r e v e r... I will always text "yes" when that kid wants to get together to watch the games. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to make time to appreciate what I have here. It's completely different than what I have in Chicago, but it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-3110262350529288041?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3110262350529288041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3110262350529288041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3110262350529288041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3110262350529288041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/iheartsf.html' title='i.heart.sf.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4352903099175522034</id><published>2011-12-04T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:02:44.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it's.the.little.things.</title><content type='html'>Walking home from watching football with Mike, and I came across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1bOYxKkcNc/TtvtxHDa0GI/AAAAAAAAB88/P7TsVYi6KD8/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1bOYxKkcNc/TtvtxHDa0GI/AAAAAAAAB88/P7TsVYi6KD8/s400/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4352903099175522034?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4352903099175522034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4352903099175522034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4352903099175522034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4352903099175522034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/itsthelittlethings.html' title='it&apos;s.the.little.things.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1bOYxKkcNc/TtvtxHDa0GI/AAAAAAAAB88/P7TsVYi6KD8/s72-c/photo+%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5615421516853860612</id><published>2011-12-03T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T09:57:36.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>music.on.a.thursday.</title><content type='html'>This past Thursday I went with Shan and Terry to &lt;a href="http://www.hotelutah.com/"&gt;Hotel Utah&lt;/a&gt; to see one of Terry's best friends perform. There is really nothing like live music - it's one of my favorite things in the whole world. Forever after a good show, whenever you listen to that music again you can feel like you're right back there in the moment, at that amazing concert. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so based on Thursday's stellar show, I have two new music recommendations for anyone who is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T's best friend, Brendan, opened the show. His is a solo act and he's incredibly talented. You can download some of his stuff for free on his website: &lt;a href="http://www.bwillingjames.com/"&gt;B Willing James&lt;/a&gt;. Absolutely worth a lot of listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Brendan's set came the main act, a band I'd never heard of, called &lt;a href="http://www.ticketfly.com/event/76771/"&gt;The Ponies&lt;/a&gt;. They're so brand new that they don't have a site up yet, and they don't have an EP recorded - but they will soon, and you better believe I will be first in line to buy it. I fell in love with them almost immediately. They're rock and country with so much soul that I was completely mesmerized and so, so happy to be there to experience their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great music + great friends + High Lifes* at the Hotel Utah = fantastic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4D8NFwwRKs/Ttpi0rof11I/AAAAAAAAB7M/PJr6YRVJlT4/s1600/poniesSF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4D8NFwwRKs/Ttpi0rof11I/AAAAAAAAB7M/PJr6YRVJlT4/s400/poniesSF.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96KDT-BxSJI/Ttpi16K0skI/AAAAAAAAB7U/6cEVTkrV8n8/s1600/494720-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96KDT-BxSJI/Ttpi16K0skI/AAAAAAAAB7U/6cEVTkrV8n8/s320/494720-1.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*It's the Champagne of Beers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5615421516853860612?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5615421516853860612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5615421516853860612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5615421516853860612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5615421516853860612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/12/musiconathursday.html' title='music.on.a.thursday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4D8NFwwRKs/Ttpi0rof11I/AAAAAAAAB7M/PJr6YRVJlT4/s72-c/poniesSF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-543716462663127686</id><published>2011-11-29T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:00:02.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>want.</title><content type='html'>I spotted these champagne flutes at a little shop in Denver a couple of months ago and loved them, but when I asked the clerk who made them he sort of mumbled, and despite my best Googling efforts I could not find those damn flutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMUoST2-V3s/TtNJIchWalI/AAAAAAAAB60/EWVZDFyQYW8/s1600/Roost_SoireeChampagneGlasse_thumb_311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMUoST2-V3s/TtNJIchWalI/AAAAAAAAB60/EWVZDFyQYW8/s400/Roost_SoireeChampagneGlasse_thumb_311.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopredsail.com/products/577"&gt;Roost Soiree flutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, shopping in my very own neighborhood with my family this past weekend (I never go into the little shops in my hood because they're so bougie), I found them... and then I found a set of glasses in the same line that completely one-upped the flutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBQLEMHHKkw/TtNISteYKEI/AAAAAAAAB6s/sai-G_Iwpaw/s1600/soiree-glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBQLEMHHKkw/TtNISteYKEI/AAAAAAAAB6s/sai-G_Iwpaw/s400/soiree-glasses.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.velocityartanddesign.com/soiree-glasses-c-451-p-1-pr-24526.html"&gt;Roost Soiree glasses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of bougie, if you're super fancy, you might like these little guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Agsoj3ywnpE/TtNKb-upfpI/AAAAAAAAB68/6HzixGQzRvs/s1600/11700+P+Page218+I14+by+roost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Agsoj3ywnpE/TtNKb-upfpI/AAAAAAAAB68/6HzixGQzRvs/s400/11700+P+Page218+I14+by+roost.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scarlettalley.com/catalog/ProductDisplay.cfm?id=207352&amp;amp;cid=396"&gt;Roost Soiree Apertif glasses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-543716462663127686?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/543716462663127686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=543716462663127686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/543716462663127686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/543716462663127686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/want.html' title='want.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMUoST2-V3s/TtNJIchWalI/AAAAAAAAB60/EWVZDFyQYW8/s72-c/Roost_SoireeChampagneGlasse_thumb_311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4729261009574451419</id><published>2011-11-28T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:02:54.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>zombies.</title><content type='html'>Is anyone &lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/notetoself.html"&gt;watching&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Walking Dead&lt;/i&gt; on AMC? None of my friends are watching it (despite my incessant nagging), and last night's mid-season finale ended with some real OMG moments. You know when those things happen you want to turn to the person sitting next to you, or text someone or find someone at work the next day and be all, OMG!! Except I have no one to turn to or text or find at work because all of my friends are too scared to watch a show about zombies. C'mon people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not watching it, I think it's clear at this point that I highly recommend it. Start with season one. This show is a doozy, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWlSBQ0bPyg/TtQS_NoJI3I/AAAAAAAAB7E/cWGueCtks9U/s1600/TWDS2E7%252B7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWlSBQ0bPyg/TtQS_NoJI3I/AAAAAAAAB7E/cWGueCtks9U/s400/TWDS2E7%252B7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4729261009574451419?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4729261009574451419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4729261009574451419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4729261009574451419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4729261009574451419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/zombies.html' title='zombies.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWlSBQ0bPyg/TtQS_NoJI3I/AAAAAAAAB7E/cWGueCtks9U/s72-c/TWDS2E7%252B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7213974954226007845</id><published>2011-11-27T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:45:08.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>thanksgiving.2011.</title><content type='html'>I'm at home and it's already Sunday night - somehow the holiday weekend just flew by. I'm watching that show &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;/i&gt; - is anyone else watching it? I'm still trying to figure out why I'm so hooked. The plot is full of holes and the acting is less than stellar. I want to hate it, but somehow it's the first thing that gets my attention on the DVR on Sunday nights... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the long weekend is over already - I feel like I was with my family for all of 30 seconds! It's kind of a bummer... but knowing that I'm headed home in three weeks to see them again for the holidays is a great feeling. If only I could figure out what to get my dad and my sister for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend together - nothing groundbreaking (though I'm sure Amex would disagree, based on the workout I gave my credit card in wine country this weekend...), but just great time spent together. We rented a house in Bodega Bay and spent our Thanksgiving making pizza and watching &lt;i&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/i&gt; (also known as the best television show EVER). My parents have never seen the series, so we got them all five seasons as a gift, and it was SO fun to experience most of season one with them over the long weekend... today as they left for the airport my last words to them were, "Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose!" We spent our mornings reading or working out and making breakfast, and then spent our days driving around wine country and hitting up all my favorites: Merry Edwards, Iron Horse, Artesa, Preston and of course the very best, Frick. A really great weekend with the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3D5WHavkdc/TtMecN3JobI/AAAAAAAAB54/wVIV0_dcRIY/s1600/tgiving2011a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3D5WHavkdc/TtMecN3JobI/AAAAAAAAB54/wVIV0_dcRIY/s400/tgiving2011a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We slaved over this &lt;strike&gt;turkey&lt;/strike&gt; pizza Thursday night...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOojETD0e8A/TtMec69j1NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pTIJ4-a2pXI/s1600/tgiving2011b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOojETD0e8A/TtMec69j1NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pTIJ4-a2pXI/s400/tgiving2011b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very fancy Thanksgiving (we did have mashed potatoes... witness, top center).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyH85mJt0p4/TtMed_bj_aI/AAAAAAAAB6I/80vz693xV8o/s1600/tgiving2011c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyH85mJt0p4/TtMed_bj_aI/AAAAAAAAB6I/80vz693xV8o/s400/tgiving2011c.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRp7mU5Ft2E/TtMeexDk3eI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Ud8nZOp_SR0/s1600/tgiving2011d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRp7mU5Ft2E/TtMeexDk3eI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Ud8nZOp_SR0/s400/tgiving2011d.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bodega Bay... the view from our porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4sdU25gfoc/TtMef2WmSRI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/_80m03MtVS0/s1600/tgiving2011e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4sdU25gfoc/TtMef2WmSRI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/_80m03MtVS0/s400/tgiving2011e.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; me (xo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpj8WE54trM/TtMegpZICsI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5TLBYnoWfgk/s1600/tgiving2011f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpj8WE54trM/TtMegpZICsI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5TLBYnoWfgk/s400/tgiving2011f.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keller with our new best friend, Freddie (go visit Mercury winery in Geyserville... good wine + Freddie = yesssss).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7213974954226007845?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7213974954226007845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7213974954226007845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7213974954226007845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7213974954226007845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving2011.html' title='thanksgiving.2011.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3D5WHavkdc/TtMecN3JobI/AAAAAAAAB54/wVIV0_dcRIY/s72-c/tgiving2011a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8147434583465875459</id><published>2011-11-21T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:15:09.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>sunday.football.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I watched football with Shan and T. And with Shannon and I being Bears fans and Terry being a Chargers fan, it was fun to watch our teams go head to head. And of course it's always a good time my team wins... holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Shan and T's other friends were there, so we had some fellow Bears fans to cheer with - a nice change from my usual drought of sports fans in my life out here in SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGb4em9qOF4/TsqChLnsF0I/AAAAAAAAB5w/woyUPaAAxsc/s1600/374849_10101112866917639_6848951_70057849_472348647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGb4em9qOF4/TsqChLnsF0I/AAAAAAAAB5w/woyUPaAAxsc/s400/374849_10101112866917639_6848951_70057849_472348647_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a boy... but not anything I'm super excited about. After several beers, I am usually a lot easier on people than I am when I'm sober. The truth is that I'm pretty hard on people (I think I'm also pretty hard on myself, but I really hate it when people say that about themselves - it's so self-serving). So although yesterday by the end of the fourth quarter this boy seemed cute and fun and nice, in the sober light of Monday morning, I'm already assuming there is something wrong with him... and he hasn't even asked me out or anything! (He did, however, request me as a friend on Facebook... I swear, any sense of romance has died with the onset of technology like texting and Facebook. I once had someone poke me on Facebook as a form of flirting. No... just, no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of me being judgy, however, it's always nice to have some attention from a boy. So I'll probably accept the friend request and leave it at that. As for the rest of this week, I'm really looking forward to the 7pm showing of &lt;i&gt;Twilight: Breaking Dawn: Part 1&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm going to tonight (because apparently I'm a thirteen-year-old girl) and I can't wait for my family to get into town for Thanksgiving! A break from work, pizza dinner (instead of turkey), wine tasting and movie nights with my mom, dad and sister - yes, perfect, exactly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-8147434583465875459?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8147434583465875459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8147434583465875459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8147434583465875459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8147434583465875459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/sundayfootball.html' title='sunday.football.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGb4em9qOF4/TsqChLnsF0I/AAAAAAAAB5w/woyUPaAAxsc/s72-c/374849_10101112866917639_6848951_70057849_472348647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7554065015698961051</id><published>2011-11-18T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:00:00.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>Ohmydianevonfurstenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3iYSClIGc8/TsWF0OzXcmI/AAAAAAAAB5k/laWggs0nOIE/s1600/diavf4066938516_p1_1-0_347x683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3iYSClIGc8/TsWF0OzXcmI/AAAAAAAAB5k/laWggs0nOIE/s400/diavf4066938516_p1_1-0_347x683.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/new-krystle-strapless-coverup-diane/vp/v=1/845524441922489.htm?folderID=2534374302029428&amp;amp;fm=whatsnew-shopbysize-viewall&amp;amp;colorId=38516"&gt;Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7554065015698961051?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7554065015698961051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7554065015698961051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7554065015698961051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7554065015698961051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/dressdayfriday_18.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3iYSClIGc8/TsWF0OzXcmI/AAAAAAAAB5k/laWggs0nOIE/s72-c/diavf4066938516_p1_1-0_347x683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7634953719141241498</id><published>2011-11-17T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:05:57.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>ramona!</title><content type='html'>My pilates instructor, Jill, and I share a deep love of reality tv on Bravo. So what did she have waiting for me at our session this morning? Ramona Singer Pinot Grigio... holler!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBzCHg9NWhw/TsWE8SZQrfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/qXuvncWREXc/s1600/69501c16113e11e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBzCHg9NWhw/TsWE8SZQrfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/qXuvncWREXc/s400/69501c16113e11e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll be serving this at Thanksgiving dinner. As if you had to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7634953719141241498?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7634953719141241498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7634953719141241498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7634953719141241498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7634953719141241498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/ramona.html' title='ramona!'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBzCHg9NWhw/TsWE8SZQrfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/qXuvncWREXc/s72-c/69501c16113e11e180c9123138016265_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7298515961532508402</id><published>2011-11-14T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:04:13.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>hello.weekend.</title><content type='html'>Friday night was our launch party for my most recently completed project. My team spent the night letting off some major steam - they certainly earned it. And there may or may not be video of me and three of my coworkers belting out Wilson Phillips' "Hold On" at the top of our lungs at Gino &amp;amp; Carlo... sorry for partying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday held a much needed pilates session that completely kicked my butt, and some quality time with my DVR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday was my birthday present from Shan and T - we started the day with brunch and morning football games at 21st Amendment, then headed to Candlestick Park for the Niners/Giants game! It was a great game and a good win for the 49ers. (The Bears also had a solid win yesterday - holler!) A perfect way to spend my Sunday - with two of my favorite people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Faf4qvvb5ug/TsFIvS83q6I/AAAAAAAAB5E/uYg2L6HyCu8/s1600/niners1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Faf4qvvb5ug/TsFIvS83q6I/AAAAAAAAB5E/uYg2L6HyCu8/s400/niners1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never a bad seat - I love this stadium!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZURrkC4oBA8/TsFIxoKztfI/AAAAAAAAB5M/kuWFvlPBc00/s1600/niners2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZURrkC4oBA8/TsFIxoKztfI/AAAAAAAAB5M/kuWFvlPBc00/s400/niners2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsGMQFej9ZM/TsFI0Bm9RNI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Cpj_OwRuFdU/s1600/niners3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsGMQFej9ZM/TsFI0Bm9RNI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Cpj_OwRuFdU/s400/niners3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7298515961532508402?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7298515961532508402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7298515961532508402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7298515961532508402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7298515961532508402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/helloweekend.html' title='hello.weekend.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Faf4qvvb5ug/TsFIvS83q6I/AAAAAAAAB5E/uYg2L6HyCu8/s72-c/niners1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6197173577381546882</id><published>2011-11-11T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T09:00:02.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>It's dress day Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL0qGD58Wn0/TrzCB9B468I/AAAAAAAAB48/pmeOyl-1hLw/s1600/tumblr_ltoepewjk31qfpxfho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL0qGD58Wn0/TrzCB9B468I/AAAAAAAAB48/pmeOyl-1hLw/s400/tumblr_ltoepewjk31qfpxfho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailycandy.tumblr.com/post/11953130619"&gt;Jason Wu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a girl can dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6197173577381546882?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6197173577381546882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6197173577381546882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6197173577381546882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6197173577381546882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL0qGD58Wn0/TrzCB9B468I/AAAAAAAAB48/pmeOyl-1hLw/s72-c/tumblr_ltoepewjk31qfpxfho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7400906351275407317</id><published>2011-11-10T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:47:27.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>thursday.in.hayes.valley.</title><content type='html'>After a long, slow day at work, I had a surprisingly wonderful evening. Alisha and I headed to the &lt;a href="http://biergartensf.com/"&gt;Biergarten&lt;/a&gt; (with which I am in love) for drinks and snacks, and then over to the &lt;a href="http://blog.stevenalan.com/2011/11/10/san-francisco-shop-come-see-us/"&gt;Steve Alan Hayes Valley&lt;/a&gt; store opening. Nothing super exciting or news-worthy, but just a really lovely evening with a good friend who means the world to me. 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text-align: left;"&gt;(Oh, and I met Mr. Steve Allen himself and got a free tote, to boot - holler)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7400906351275407317?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7400906351275407317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7400906351275407317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7400906351275407317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7400906351275407317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursdayinhayesvalley.html' title='thursday.in.hayes.valley.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uF3FT3SX580/Try18hbUZWI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mWQ8QMLEiCQ/s72-c/312725_271139196258331_152141858158066_711384_305152116_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6543867386950568086</id><published>2011-11-06T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:36:45.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>oh.hi.</title><content type='html'>I miss my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly been a while... I just haven't felt like I had anything worth saying, I think. And that has started to affect my whole life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about moving home - leaving SF and going back to Chicago. Which is terrifying... but also a little exciting? It also makes me feel like I failed somehow - like I failed in SF and I have to go home because I failed. I know that's not really true, but I was always kind of proud that I was someone who didn't stay - who left home and did something completely new and different (even if it was with the crutch of having my boyfriend with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, something just hasn't felt right... and it hasn't felt right for about a year now. How long should I sit around and wait for things to get better? I think I could be a lot happier. I have this great career out here - one I really don't want to leave - but I want more than that. I have the career I've always wanted. I have opportunities and I work with brilliant people and I am challenged constantly - it's incredible. But it's not enough. Is it worth is to sacrifice the perfect job if it means potentially bettering the other parts of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I move home and nothing changes? What if I'm still struggling?&lt;br /&gt;What if I regret it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a call the other day - some light networking for a possible opportunity in Chicago. It completely freaked me out. Am I ready to actually do this? Or do I just want to talk about it some more, and stay in SF longer?&lt;br /&gt;I updated my resume today and I got kind of excited. I started looking on Craig's List at apartment listings in Chicago - I started to fantasize about how great it would be to move home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I'm scared, the next I feel ready. The next I'm irrationally excited, and the following I'm thinking about buying a picture to hang on the wall of my apartment in SF, as if I were planning on staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just feels huge, but maybe it's time for something huge... the last year has been a waste, if you discount my professional life and my trip to Peru. I don't want to be able to say that about my own life. But is Chicago the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this was the movies and I could just ask for a sign. C'mon universe, show me the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6543867386950568086?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6543867386950568086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6543867386950568086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6543867386950568086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6543867386950568086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/11/ohhi.html' title='oh.hi.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5899493228062446857</id><published>2011-07-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:44:06.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.saturday.</title><content type='html'>Well I missed Dress Day Friday (again), but I'm pleased to bring you the almost-as-popular Dress Day Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we feature a dress I recently purchased during what I like to call "Katey's Crazy Shopping Spree Due To Being Away from Online Shopping While In Peru For Two Weeks OMG Make Her Stop Seriously She Should Stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to dedicate this purchase to Summer. I know you're out there, Summer. It may be in the 50s all the live long day in San Francisco, but I've got your number - I'll be in Chicago in a month, where it's sure to be hot and expecting me to show up in a sundress - so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bOAfnLmOcg/TiJ2HXs4JoI/AAAAAAAAB30/TdS82ZxZ4uI/s1600/softjoie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bOAfnLmOcg/TiJ2HXs4JoI/AAAAAAAAB30/TdS82ZxZ4uI/s400/softjoie.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/chacha-dress-soft-joie/vp/v=1/845524441904175.htm?folderID=2534374302169980&amp;amp;fm=browse-brand-shopbysize-viewall&amp;amp;colorId=10495"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ninety degrees somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5899493228062446857?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5899493228062446857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5899493228062446857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5899493228062446857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5899493228062446857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dressdaysaturday.html' title='dress.day.saturday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bOAfnLmOcg/TiJ2HXs4JoI/AAAAAAAAB30/TdS82ZxZ4uI/s72-c/softjoie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4819251375717359637</id><published>2011-07-16T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:34:33.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>peru.vacay.day.4.</title><content type='html'>Day 4: Friday, 6/24: Inti Raymi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cusco, Peru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling worse than I &amp;nbsp;had the day before, but convinced that Terry's DayQuil would do the trick. He only had a couple of pills, so I decided I would get some more at some point while we were out that morning. We woke up early to head to Koricancha, the first of three stops for the Inti Raymi celebration. We had hoped we'd gotten up early enough, but when we arrived at Koricancha it was already packed full of people, and Terry was the only one with any luck of seeing anything (he's tall in the States, which makes him VERY tall in Peru). Apparently what we were missing was a lot of ceremonial dancing in a field. I was feeling pretty sick, so I wasn't too worried about missing it - honestly I was more preoccupied with people watching. The crowd was huge, and growing quickly, and there were so many Cusquenians trying to sell anything they could: Inti Raymi CDs and DVDs, rainbow Cusco ribbons, hats, flutes, water, jewelry. Only our second day in Cusco and "no gracias" had already become the phrase most commonly escaping our lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hz9wyBGDdv8/ThuYquV9y3I/AAAAAAAAB3I/LHTJhA2VxXs/s1600/IMG_2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hz9wyBGDdv8/ThuYquV9y3I/AAAAAAAAB3I/LHTJhA2VxXs/s400/IMG_2521.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shan &amp;amp; I not even trying to see the action at Koricancha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHISpOK3Ef8/ThuYs4IsKnI/AAAAAAAAB3M/DW7NvRbVkPs/s1600/IMG_2522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHISpOK3Ef8/ThuYs4IsKnI/AAAAAAAAB3M/DW7NvRbVkPs/s400/IMG_2522.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, fed up with a vendor. No gracias, no gracias, no gracias.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After a while we gave up on Koricancha and decided we should head to the second stop of the day, the Plaza de Armas, to grab spots to see the action there. I stopped at a farmacia along the way to pick up some more meds - thanks goodness I had Shan to help me describe my symptoms with hand gestures and broken Spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rounded the corner to the Plaza, we were surprised to already see so many people gathered. All the seats were taken, so we stood in the first standing row, proud of ourselves for getting a good spot... and by "good spot" I mean we soon found out that it was a horrible spot, due to pushy locals and hot sun. I am, by nature, a bit of a claustrophobic person... and by "a bit" I mean that I have a prescription of Xanax to take for the all-too-common panic attacks I experience every time I'm in a tightly confined space. So here we are in the Plaza de Armas, waiting for the Inti Raymi celebration to make it to us. It's getting super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my right is a local Cusco woman holding a baby, shouting to her son who is whining like a little girl in the good chairs section where he can both sit and actually see what's going on (ungrateful little punk), buying some kind of weird jello situation from a vendor, and LEANING on my like it's her job. She's pretty much laying on me. Her whole body is pressed against mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my left Shannon is using a manila envelope to create "shade." Further to my left, Donald is swearing at an old lady who is trying to encroach upon our carefully saved "good spot," (this is very un-Donald-like, don't judge him),&amp;nbsp;saying, "lady, there is no fucking room!"&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Terry is occasionally spouting encouragement like "Hold your ground, girls. Keep your stance. Don't give up your territory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about thirty minutes of this we struck up a conversation with a friendly woman behind us - we all bonded while trying to assure some pushy old man that there was no room for him to move up closer to the front. It seems that the big strategy for a lot of the locals was simply to push and shove and duck under legs until they made their way to the front. It was kind a culture shock for us, to be honest - we were used to a lot more personal space. Well the nice woman behind us let us know that it would be at least another hour before the Inti Raymi celebration would make it's way to the plaza. That's when Shannon took a look at me and said to Terry, "we're losing this one." No part of me wanted to stand there in the heat and the insanely close proximity, with the pushing and shoving and LEANING. I'm sorry, but I just didn't care enough about a parade and some dancers. Eventually we made the group decision to move out and go to the third and final location of the celebration, Sacsayhuaman (a local Incan ruins site that everyone calls "Sexy Woman," because that's what it sounds like when you say it). We then learned that it was probably just as crowded and hot - if not more - up there, and that we'd be waiting for several hours before we'd see anything. I found this highly discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pow wowed and decided that before we cut our losses completely, we'd try one more time to find a spot at the Plaza de Armas, in the shade. We got incredibly lucky and found a much cooler spot, near a German group of tourists, who turned out to be incredibly nice. Together with them we held our ground against people trying to get in front of us, and actually managed to see some of the festivities, which were pretty cool. We watched as the ceremony unfolded in the plaza - we saw official dress and weapons, a monument for the sun god, and dancing in his honor. It was&amp;nbsp;fascinating&amp;nbsp;to watch - that these people still hold these traditions so dear after so many years. I mean, it's not like we reenact the signing of the Declaration of Independence every 4th of July, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the ceremony for a while, we were ready to head out. We made our way back to San Blas, where we had lunch at one of the many eateries near the San Blas Plaza. There we were puzzled by the "palta" sandwich option on the menu, as the word was not in Shannon's dictionary, but we were pleased and way too enthusiastic when we found out that "palta" means "avocado." Our lovely palta&amp;nbsp;sandwiches&amp;nbsp;were accompanied by some extremely refreshing sangria, as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another back story for you:&lt;br /&gt;About a week and a half before we left for Peru, I got a text from Terry - he told me that he had gone looking for a ring and wanted me to come take a final look with him. Cut to me completely freaking out with happiness and sending multiple texts back that read like this: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So T and I spent some time and picked out the perfect ring for Shannon - the plan was for him to propose in Peru, on the last day, atop Machu Picchu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days started to go by in Peru, however, Terry decided if the right moment arose, he wanted to propose sooner, so we could all celebrate. Donald and I were all for that plan, considering that we were having trouble keeping our mouths shut about it! Every time Donald and I even got a second alone, I would whisper to him, "What's the plan? When is he doing it??" And there we were at lunch with our palta sandwiches, and I could see the ring box in Terry's pocket. Every time he stood up, every time he reach across the table, every time he even glanced at Shannon I could feel my heart start to pound with excitement and nerves! But he didn't do it that day... when would he??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we got dessert at a spot we had seen the night before that had closed before we could make it there after dinner. There was a flourless chocolate cake type thing that we were dying to try. It was&amp;nbsp;delicious... and then we found two hairs in it. After lunch I really started to fade; I was feeling awful. We headed back to the hostel and I decided to stay in and get some rest while Shannon, Terry and Donald headed to the Plaza de San Francisco to try some chicha (local corn beer) and explore some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon got back to our room a few hours later with tales of some seriously scary chicha (dirty woman, dirty glass, questionable dirty tap water beer) and woes of refusals to enter at the Incan Museum and the cathedral. No gringos in the church! I was lonely for my friends and decided to rally for dinner. I felt better after getting some rest, but as soon as I was up for a bit, I realized that I was getting worse, rather than better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for dinner Donald gave me some Cipro, the antibiotic he brought along with him. We figured it couldn't hurt. We headed to Cicciolina for dinner, highly recommended in our Lonely Planet book. We got there and quickly learned that you need a reservation to get a table, but they had a sister restaurant that there chef had started, close to our hostel and supposed to be very good. And with that we headed to Baco, which ended up being our favorite restaurant in Cusco, with some wine we really enjoyed, under their own label! I was really suffering and just ordered some tomato soup - which was amazing - but I was only able to get a few spoonfuls down. We had our first crying incident of the trip, as Terry asked me how I was doing and I started to tear up, saying I wasn't doing so good. I tried my best to suck it up, but wasn't very good company that evening. As soon as we got back to the hostel I went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8444470983209225751-4819251375717359637?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4819251375717359637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4819251375717359637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4819251375717359637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4819251375717359637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/peruvacayday4.html' title='peru.vacay.day.4.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hz9wyBGDdv8/ThuYquV9y3I/AAAAAAAAB3I/LHTJhA2VxXs/s72-c/IMG_2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-31732758416573955</id><published>2011-07-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:27:46.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>peru.vacay.day.3.</title><content type='html'>Day 3: Thursday, 6/23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIM &amp;gt; CUZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the airport around 3ish and had to wait around for Taca airlines to open their ticket counter. It's incredible how long things take at the Lima airport - it's not a Peruvian thing, we didn't experience it at the Cusco airport at all, but at the Lima airport once you get up to the ticket counter, they just pluck away slowly at their keyboards and you're up there for 10-15 minutes trying to check in for a flight. It's mind-boggling - we already booked the flight, we have seats reserved, we have our passports out for easy identification... what could possibly take so long?? And on top of the wait, there were the hangovers. Oh, the hangovers... it was not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for servicios and breakfast as soon as we were checked in... we got to the food court and I literally shouted with joy at the sight of a Papa John's. I'm not kidding, I actually shouted; people turned their heads to see what the commotion was. I LOOOOVE Papa John's and you can't get it in SF. What's more, you can't get it in Chicago. Any of my friends from Champaign will second my emotion... we used to order Papa John's all the time... oh, that garlic dipping sauce, and the good crust and just the right amount of cheese!! We all love Papa John's and never, ever get it... can you believe I had to travel all the way to Lima, Peru for some freaking Papa John's?? Holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza and the Coke Zero (no DCs in Peru, bummer) actually really helped me, but I was still not feeling super awesome. On top of that I thought we were going to miss our flight... they were calling final boarding while Terry was still in the bathroom, and of course I was in a state of complete anxiety... I like to be early for the airport. I'm a planner... I'm always at the gate with, like, two whole hours to spare, &lt;i&gt;justincase&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercifully, the fight from Lima to Cusco is pretty short - just over an hour. Unmercifully, thanks to the Lima airport policy of being extremely slow at EVERYTHING, we sat on the plane for a good 45 minutes or so before anyone even thought about taxiing down the runway, or taking off or any of those other minor activities involved in utilizing a flight to get from Point A to Point B. There was a moment where Donald and I thought Shannon was going to ralph for sure. I remember thinking, "I'm about to watch Shannon barf." I couldn't even say anything to her, for fear of even the tiniest movement leading me to also be about to barf. I just looked at her and eyed Donald's barf bag. He was in the middle seat and the only one of the three of us with a barf bag. I was going to let Shannon have it, since I had the aisle seat. I figured I could just barf straight into the aisle - not pleasant, but better than leaving Shannon by the window, barf bag-less and with nowhere to go. Luckily the moment passed and no one barfed. It was a close call, though. Once we took off, Terry had the audacity and bravery to actually eat the inflight snack they handed out. I took one look at him and eyed Donald's barf bag again. I spent the entire flight with my head on my open tray table, unable to even drink water. It was rough. I have never been so happy for a flight to land, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Cusco early in the morning and felt a blast of cold air as we walked off the plane. This felt awesome at the time, given my extreme hangover. Little did I know I would spend the remainder of my vacation pretty much freezing my butt off. It felt so good to get off the plane that most of us felt like the altitude wouldn't even be a problem - none of us felt immediately sick, and we figured if we were standing upright and moving forward all while being hungover, we were good to go. Thankfully we had another ride waiting for us from our hostel, Orquidea, so we hopped in the van and set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned our arrival in Cusco for the Inca Day celebration - or as they call it in Quechua, "Inti Raymi." The month of June is the new year for the Incans, and Inti Raymi is a celebration for the sun god, a&amp;nbsp;culmination&amp;nbsp;of a month of celebrating and gearing up for the Winter Solstice. There were rainbow flags everywhere - at first I wondered if we were just in Cusco's gay neighborhood, but we soon learned that the rainbow flag is the flag of Cusco - each color represents a portion of the Incan land&amp;nbsp;conquered&amp;nbsp;over the years by the various Incan leaders. As the empire expanded, each new territory was represented by a new color on the map, and thus the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached our hostel and had to walk up a few flights of stairs to get to the front door. I was shocked by how winded I was after just walking 15 or so steps up. There's that altitude kicking in...&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and fell right into bed, which was glorious. After several hours of napping we woke up around noon and showered, then headed out to check out Cusco's Plaza de Armas and that day's celebration, Corpus Christi. Pictures from Terry's camera to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for lunch at a small organic place, Greens, which ended up being really good. None of us were feeling great, but that lunch was excellent. The boys split alpaca two ways - one breaded in quinoa, and one some kind of marinated situation. They loved both. Shannon and I split papillote trout and a sandwich that had quinoa hummus - SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the altitude started to hit me. It just felt like there was a lot of pressure on my head, and it was difficult to take a deep breath. I was okay if we were walking around, but if we stood still to watch the parade, I just felt like death. I was really struggling, but luckily we all got bored with the parade relatively quickly (they were moving r e a l l y &amp;nbsp;s l o w l y with the procession, and there are only so many giant statues of Mary you can look at until you start to get bored...), so we continued to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned a corner and Terry and I were delighted to find ourselves in front of Paddy's Pub, at which point Terry started chanting, "Flip, flip, flip-adelphia!" (For those of you who don't watch &lt;i&gt;It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;/i&gt;, please ignore this, as it will make no sense to you. Better yet, go add &lt;i&gt;Sunny&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to your Netflix queue - it's awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sst1SQAZXz0/ThdEZ7cluuI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Puf5jcn54m8/s1600/IMG_2517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sst1SQAZXz0/ThdEZ7cluuI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Puf5jcn54m8/s400/IMG_2517.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A typical street in Cusco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IO3nHoaxG4/ThdEd1hU4OI/AAAAAAAAB2k/a-lpCh9r71g/s1600/IMG_2518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IO3nHoaxG4/ThdEd1hU4OI/AAAAAAAAB2k/a-lpCh9r71g/s400/IMG_2518.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donald in Cusco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gjsWHBNuK8/ThdEghmabTI/AAAAAAAAB2o/cmtPbh-JqBc/s1600/IMG_2520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gjsWHBNuK8/ThdEghmabTI/AAAAAAAAB2o/cmtPbh-JqBc/s400/IMG_2520.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cusco at night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Later in the day we found our way to the Quechuas Expeditions office to checkin prior to our Inca Trail trek - we had a loooong conversation with Wayra, who heads up the company. That's where I really started to feel bad - not just the altitude - I had a sore throat and what felt a lot like a head cold. I was really starting to fade, and Terry promised me some DayQuil when we got back to the hostel. There was a bit of a scare with my passport - they had used my old, expired passport to book the trip several months ago, with plans of then swapping it out the new one when the time came. It turned out that I needed my actual old passport with me, and all I had was a photocopy - the physical passport was back in the States, sitting on my desk in my apartment. Cut to me have a total internal panic attack - but Wayra promised it would be fine, and that the photocopy and my new passport would be enough. I was still worried, but there wasn't much I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in with Wayra, we headed over to the San Blas neighborhood (the artsy, hippy neighborhood where our hostel was located) to grab dinner. We ended up at a little place called Los Apus. The food was nothing to write home about, save for the incredible quinoa soup Shannon and I had. This trip was a real eye-opener for me in terms of quinoa - I LOVE quinoa, but only ever have it sort of like you might eat rice - mixed with vegetables in a bowl. I had NO idea there was so much more you could do with it... quinoa soup, quinoa used as breading for seafood and meat, quinoa hummus - who knew? Shannon and I are so excited to try out about a million new quinoa recipes now that we're home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we picked up a couple of bottles of wine, went back to the hostel and drank wine and played cards. The big game of the trip was "31," which I loved, and we also played a decent amount of "Farfignugen," which is super fun and no one knows what it is because we made up the name. It's a game I learned from Kat's friends a few years ago at a NYE party and it never had a name. On the plane Shannon dubbed it "Farfignugen" and the name has stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all did a bit of reading - I was working my way through &lt;i&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/i&gt;, which I hadn't revisited since high school. Such beautiful writing, and a wonderful way to end the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-31732758416573955?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/31732758416573955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=31732758416573955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/31732758416573955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/31732758416573955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/peruvacayday3.html' title='peru.vacay.day.3.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sst1SQAZXz0/ThdEZ7cluuI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Puf5jcn54m8/s72-c/IMG_2517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-9149185211780936319</id><published>2011-07-08T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:04:08.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>I'm lucky, I got back from Peru on Wednesday - which means just Thursday and Friday at work this week, a nice way to ease in, for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bruises all over my legs from hiking and traveling, but I'm still thinking about wearing a dress today for Dress Day Friday... after so many days of being relegated only to hiking pants, rain pants and ever layer I owned, I'm ready to get some diversity back into my wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the dress I wish I was wearing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6e2DdvQ2tmQ/ThcpqmVi3nI/AAAAAAAAB2c/nwmUeIsuClQ/s1600/gryphon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6e2DdvQ2tmQ/ThcpqmVi3nI/AAAAAAAAB2c/nwmUeIsuClQ/s400/gryphon.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/sunshine-dress-gryphon/vp/v=1/845524441899767.htm"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's on sale at Shopbop, but still a good deal on the expensive side... but it's soooo cute... please email immediately with any excuses that enable me to buy this dress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-9149185211780936319?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/9149185211780936319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=9149185211780936319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/9149185211780936319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/9149185211780936319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6e2DdvQ2tmQ/ThcpqmVi3nI/AAAAAAAAB2c/nwmUeIsuClQ/s72-c/gryphon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5830766048654838207</id><published>2011-07-07T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:15:43.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>peru.vacay.day.2.</title><content type='html'>Day 2: Wednesday, 6/22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lima, Peru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early and headed to Cafe Z for our complimentary breakfast, included with our stay at Kokopelli. We all got the same thing: toast, fried egg, tomato. It was pretty good, though the toast was really a giant piece of thick bread that was a little on the salty side. All the same, it was a good breakfast - you can't really argue with that combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we headed out around Miraflores on foot, to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNdLoWk8dgk/ThZQz7NWFHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/59_ENcu1vJI/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNdLoWk8dgk/ThZQz7NWFHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/59_ENcu1vJI/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We directed ourselves towards the beach and soon reached the Parque de Amor - which was so beautiful! They really take care of the grounds in Lima - beautiful parks and flowers and sculptures. The Love Park was really something beautiful to behold and we had fun walking around trying to translate love quote after love quote, all in Spanish, and all incredibly lovely and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of the park yet (they're all on Terry's camera), but I'll add some once I get photos from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to walk along the upper coast and came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-p_chsyLFQ/ThZPL5QMIxI/AAAAAAAAB1s/SR1FY8RlRBs/s1600/IMG_2499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-p_chsyLFQ/ThZPL5QMIxI/AAAAAAAAB1s/SR1FY8RlRBs/s400/IMG_2499.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Terry got a few sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some more walking around, bought some water (much needed) and visited the bank (also much needed) to get soles. What we discovered is that we weren't really all that in love with Lima. It's nice enough, but for such a prominent city, it really doesn't have much of a vibe. We just weren't really feeling it. Nothing grabbed us. So we decided to head over to our chosen lunch spot, for a long, leisurely, belated birthday celebration for Terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little back story for ya:&lt;br /&gt;In San Francisco, one of our favorite places to grab some food and a great cocktail is a Peruvian spot called La Mar, located at Pier 1 1/2, next to the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero. If you're ever in San Francisco, GO. For real. So freaking good. Pisco sours, ceviche, plantain chips with dipping sauces... all incredible (and that's just the bar menu)!!&lt;br /&gt;One day Shan, T and I took an urban hike and ended up at La Mar for a quick cocktail and a bite to eat. There we got into conversation with our bartender, Enrique, who happens to be from Cusco. Cut to us, two hours later, sufficiently buzzed and determined to take a Summer trip to Peru - get to Cusco in time for Inca Day, Enrique said. Be there by June 24th.&lt;br /&gt;And so we booked our trip.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to visit Enrique again before we left for Peru and he mentioned that the original La Mar is located in Lima. We determined right then that we'd head to Lar Mar 1.0 during our quick stay in Lima... and oh, we did more than just grab lunch at La Mar. We shut that place down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out innocently enough. Our &lt;i&gt;Lonely Planet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;book recommended the Coca Sour, even better than the Pisco Sour, and of course not available in America (after two full weeks of enjoying many coca sours and about 30 teapots of coca tea, I can assure you that consuming coca leaves is NOT the same as using cocaine. Not that I have ever used cocaine, so I guess I can't assure you of anything. But I can tell you that I never felt anything even closely resembling what my friends have told me cocaine feels like. In summary, America needs to chill about the coca leaves. It would have been nice to bring some tea back, dammit.). So we ordered a round of coca sours, along with the "sampler platter"of ceviches and settled in for an innocent lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waiter, Milton, was not much help. Shannon thankfully took 8 years of Spanish and did an excellent job translating throughout the trip - but what we really wanted from Milton was more than help with menu translation... we wanted recommendations, favorites, insider information. Milton didn't really care and was not at all helpful. Enter Celmo (pronounced "Chemo"), our new best friend (though we're now all convinced he'd run the opposite direction if he saw any one of us on the street). Chemo wandered over and from what we could tell he was really more of a bus boy, but that guy stood there and gave us all his recos, chatted with us, told us what was really spectacular on the menu - everything we were looking for in a waiter! Sometime between the first drink and the ceviche coming to the table, we ordered another round of drinks. And then I think there was another round during the ceviche. And then another... and another... and another. It's safe to say we lost count. At one point Shannon decided it would be a good idea to move to straight Pisco, so we went two rounds on that track. It was a shit show. I'm not going to mince words, it was a shit show. We had the BEST.TIME.EVER, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we ordered was incredible, and I don't know how much Pisco they put in those cocktails but holy crap, one minute we were buzzed and the next we were most likely causing a drunken, happy scene. It's all a bit of a blur, but I can promise you we had a good time. We chatted it up with Chemo like he was our best friend. We told him in struggling Spanish that he was WAY BETTER than Milton. Then we called his manager over and told her. There were lengthy proclamations in broken Spanish, singing the praises of our dear Chemo, and disparaging poor Milton. We asked Chemo what he was doing after the restaurant closed, and did he want to hang out with us? (He did not want to hang out with us, and this was so surprising given our extremely sober state.) After our second trip to the servicios (bathrooms), Shannon accidentally walked through a fountain. Because she didn't notice it was there. And full of water. You know, just a regular, sober time. That's what we had. We stayed until they closed (which oddly enough, was at 5pm). We sampled drinks that were no longer offered on the menu. We tried to get Chemo's phone number so we could all hang out when we were back in Lima for our 5 hour layover on our way back to the States in two weeks. We got birthday ice cream and a candle for Terry. We asked Chemo how to say "shit" in Spanish, because it wasn't in Shannon's dictionary (all we could find in the dictionary was "excremento," which we exuberantly yelled out at regular intervals that day and throughout the rest of the trip, every time we saw poop on the street or the trail, which was actually quite often.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bsWrYGRNLg/ThZUxH-IifI/AAAAAAAAB10/IgcqSBBMkn8/s1600/IMG_2505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bsWrYGRNLg/ThZUxH-IifI/AAAAAAAAB10/IgcqSBBMkn8/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday, T!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_KMIgCVYow/ThZU0OhQcqI/AAAAAAAAB14/p0c0eNDelbk/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_KMIgCVYow/ThZU0OhQcqI/AAAAAAAAB14/p0c0eNDelbk/s400/IMG_2508.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excremento!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkOf8sIrp94/ThZU3Fhl6RI/AAAAAAAAB18/4Nj_R-hCXzU/s1600/IMG_2510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkOf8sIrp94/ThZU3Fhl6RI/AAAAAAAAB18/4Nj_R-hCXzU/s400/IMG_2510.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobriety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBVb9v5CubE/ThZVinuN3JI/AAAAAAAAB2M/KSBXWYd79Yo/s1600/IMG_2511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBVb9v5CubE/ThZVinuN3JI/AAAAAAAAB2M/KSBXWYd79Yo/s400/IMG_2511.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chemo!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCEGGbxaLTI/ThZVleIVkCI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/c4aCUEGAVGM/s1600/IMG_2513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCEGGbxaLTI/ThZVleIVkCI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/c4aCUEGAVGM/s400/IMG_2513.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shan &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSTM95hoHMQ/ThZVxu6P3zI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VOMwEw_-VRg/s1600/IMG_2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSTM95hoHMQ/ThZVxu6P3zI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VOMwEw_-VRg/s400/IMG_2514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donald &amp;amp; Terry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After La Mar, we cabbed it back to Kokopelli, where it seemed like a very obvious and good idea to head up to the rooftop bar. We grabbed some beers and played this weird bar game that involved throwing gold coins at this frog box with a bunch of holes in it. That was super fun until we lost one of the coins. We lost it because we were sober. At some point the boys disappeared but Shannon and I stayed - ordered more beer, as well as a round of shots, which turned out to be blue... and the bartender made us take them while squatting under a table with him. Then we met this cute Australian boy and his surfer friend and talked to them for a while. As soon as I found out the boy was only 24 we kinda made our exit. We headed downstairs to book our ride to the airport the next morning (we needed to depart at about 2:30am, so it was a really good idea to stay up and keep drinking), but not before Shannon stopped by the room to yell, "pussies!!" at&amp;nbsp;the boys, who we found already sleeping. We finally went to bed around 9:30pm or so, and then woke up around 1am and all four of us just stayed up and talked, recounting our amazing shit show at La Mar. We were all very happy and in good spirits because we were still drunk. By the time we got to the airport, our hangovers began to set in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5830766048654838207?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5830766048654838207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5830766048654838207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5830766048654838207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5830766048654838207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/peruvacayday2.html' title='peru.vacay.day.2.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNdLoWk8dgk/ThZQz7NWFHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/59_ENcu1vJI/s72-c/IMG_2497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4978174092134606111</id><published>2011-07-07T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:31:47.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>peru.vacay.day.1.</title><content type='html'>Day 1: Tuesday, 6/21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFO &amp;gt; IAH &amp;gt; LIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started with an early morning flight to Lima, with a connection in Houston. Shannon and Terry picked me up in a cab on the way to the airport and we made it through checkin and security uneventfully. Terry did a great job picking out our seats on the plane, and I was lucky to have an aisle seat the whole way (phew)! The in-flight entertainment (if you can really call it that) was &lt;i&gt;Beastly&lt;/i&gt;. OMG, it was horrible. Absolutely terrible. We were cracking up through the entire thing, but also kind of wanted to kill ourselves if that helps explain the situation at all. All the same, we arrived in Houston relatively unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Houston we had a bit of lunch and a slight delay (which allowed us to go drink at the nearest airport bar, oh darn), and then it was back on the plane to go to Lima! This time the movie was &lt;i&gt;Rango&lt;/i&gt;. Which was even worse. Almost worse. The same amount of worse. I don't even know... We looked in the "Hemispheres" magazine to see what other movies United was offering on other flights, and somewhere out there some lucky people were midair watching &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Country Strong&lt;/i&gt;!! So unfair!! (You may think I'm being sarcastic here, but I am extremely serious about my desire to see that movie and my love of both country music and - I hate to admit it - Gwyneth Paltrow. I can't help it, I love those damn GOOP emails! And Holly Holiday on &lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;i&gt;Rango&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;they played an old Season 2 episode of &lt;i&gt;Fright Night Lights&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(the one where Riggins and Street go to NY together so Street can try to get a job as a sports agent and move in with his baby and baby mama) and I totally cried, of course. That show is freaking irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into Lima pretty late - around midnight or so, and luckily had a ride lined up to take us to our hostel, Kokopelli. We found Donald pretty quickly at the airport and got outta there. Lima is an interesting city - quite sprawling, and honestly kinda dirty. We were given some good recommendations, though, and thus ended up staying in the Miraflores neighborhood at the Kokopelli hostel. Miraflores is GORGEOUS at night. We were driving along the empty highway to get there, with the beach on our right and a mountainside and palm trees on our left... just, wow. Shannon kept yelling "La playa!" (the beach) and clapping her hands - we were all in a fantastic mood and ready to soak up every moment in Peru. We arrived at Kokopelli and were happy to find the place alive with the greatest vibe - the accommodations are pretty typical for a hostel, and nice enough (there was hot water, and as far as I'm concerned that's all it takes to make a hostel above-average), but the best part was the rooftop bar. The energy was great - all these fellow travelers and the lights of Miraflores and Peruvian beer... yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, here's the lowdown on Peruvian beers, from my perspective:&lt;br /&gt;1. They're all good.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shan and I prefer Pilsen, then Cusquena, then Cristal, but really they're all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnLa5RWsKs0/ThYH7Ru5hBI/AAAAAAAAB1g/mxQQPd6wq6w/s1600/pilsen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnLa5RWsKs0/ThYH7Ru5hBI/AAAAAAAAB1g/mxQQPd6wq6w/s320/pilsen.jpg" width="102" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MGXbY1iAqM/ThYH9RtF65I/AAAAAAAAB1k/wVDlKkjF35Y/s1600/Cusquena-beer-bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MGXbY1iAqM/ThYH9RtF65I/AAAAAAAAB1k/wVDlKkjF35Y/s320/Cusquena-beer-bottle.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jceo8dvqIhM/ThYH_zGVEoI/AAAAAAAAB1o/PWl2fR6IDgY/s1600/on-page-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jceo8dvqIhM/ThYH_zGVEoI/AAAAAAAAB1o/PWl2fR6IDgY/s320/on-page-01.jpg" width="101" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple of beers and then headed off to bed so we could get up early the next day to explore Lima, given that we only had one day there before flying to Cusco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4978174092134606111?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4978174092134606111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4978174092134606111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4978174092134606111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4978174092134606111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/peruvacayday1.html' title='peru.vacay.day.1.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnLa5RWsKs0/ThYH7Ru5hBI/AAAAAAAAB1g/mxQQPd6wq6w/s72-c/pilsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-514569801616163008</id><published>2011-07-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:21:38.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from two weeks in Peru and I'm feeling refreshed (though my apartment looks like a disaster zone)... thinking about picking this blog back up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-514569801616163008?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/514569801616163008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=514569801616163008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/514569801616163008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/514569801616163008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4020460402840344982</id><published>2011-02-18T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:05:43.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>It's been cold and rainy in SF for about a week now, with no sign of change in the near future. So today's Dress Day Friday post is me putting the summer vibe out there. It's really a swimsuit coverup, not a dress, but it's dress-like, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally buying this when I make friends with someone rich who invites me to hang out on their yacht. It's going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6ZUXQNqWCQ/TV6mPCfdcPI/AAAAAAAAB0M/toMaqOLJM_Y/s1600/dvf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6ZUXQNqWCQ/TV6mPCfdcPI/AAAAAAAAB0M/toMaqOLJM_Y/s320/dvf.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/ambrose-cover-diane-von-furstenberg/vp/v=1/845524441892052.htm?folderID=2534374302023737&amp;amp;fm=browse-brand-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&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/8444470983209225751-4020460402840344982?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4020460402840344982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4020460402840344982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4020460402840344982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4020460402840344982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6ZUXQNqWCQ/TV6mPCfdcPI/AAAAAAAAB0M/toMaqOLJM_Y/s72-c/dvf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7685258113803398707</id><published>2011-02-18T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:35:50.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.things.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwzvKoXtZtk/TVyuFe1GiPI/AAAAAAAABz0/wd44zwGs4fo/s1600/photo-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwzvKoXtZtk/TVyuFe1GiPI/AAAAAAAABz0/wd44zwGs4fo/s400/photo-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574521847976200434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new toaster (hello, wine - I'll see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsB8bdqQtRM/TVyuWNCOhaI/AAAAAAAABz8/Yi5q3cUUXKc/s1600/photo-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsB8bdqQtRM/TVyuWNCOhaI/AAAAAAAABz8/Yi5q3cUUXKc/s400/photo-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574522135257187746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My  new Marc Jacobs sweater - it's cute and super comfy. I loooove sweaters  - I like the ones that are thick and soft, with the sleeves long enough  to keep half your hand warm along with the rest of your arm. The San  Francisco climate suits my love of sweaters well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abNoNpnflF8/TVyuuRnK8jI/AAAAAAAAB0E/fPQKJyNVNjg/s1600/photo-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abNoNpnflF8/TVyuuRnK8jI/AAAAAAAAB0E/fPQKJyNVNjg/s400/photo-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574522548802744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My  new Kindle, gifted (for no reason!) by my wonderful sister, Kelley -  thanks, sis!! I can't wait to use it! So, what should my first e-book  purchase be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7685258113803398707?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7685258113803398707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7685258113803398707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7685258113803398707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7685258113803398707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/3things_18.html' title='3.things.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwzvKoXtZtk/TVyuFe1GiPI/AAAAAAAABz0/wd44zwGs4fo/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7266613861176423920</id><published>2011-02-16T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:23:59.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>oh.help.</title><content type='html'>Last week Alli convinced me to go to hip hop dance class with her. I'll just let that set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was  wary - honestly I love going to dance classes as a work out, as long as  I'm a better dancer than some portion of the people in class. I've always  had fun with the jazzercise-y type of classes. I can do kicky moves and  air punches with the best of them. Give me anything that resembles a  cheerleading routine and I'm golden (and let's be honest, extremely  happy). But hip hop class? No, siree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my excitement got the better of me and I  decided to go, imagining myself becoming some kind of super cool Janet  Jackson backup dancer by the time the night was over. So we get to class  and the warm up starts, and I begin to panic. Here's the thing... I  don't have any swagger. We are literally just warming up and the instructor has got  us doing these hip hoppy moves and I look like a complete asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish the warm ups and she starts talking about the routine we're going to learn, reminding the class how last week she promised she would teach a sexy routine, for Valentine's Day. Oh okay, no problem - I'm not just at hip hop class, I'm at SEXY HIP HOP CLASS. What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she teaches us the first 16 counts and then suggests we try it with the music. Not two notes in and I turn to Alli and say, "Omg, I know this song, it's on my sex mix." Good thing I blurted that out at a completely regular volume in a dance class full of strangers, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this dance had:&lt;br /&gt;- A whole lot of simulated handcuff moves&lt;br /&gt;- Pretending we're pulling our panties up while body rolling (ew, the p-word)&lt;br /&gt;- Jazz hands (I know, what??)&lt;br /&gt;- Wiping our I CAN'T SAY IT [insert disgusting word for girl parts here that is also a synonym for "cat"] then licking our hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, at the end of class we had to split into groups and PERFORM THE DANCE FOR EVERYONE ELSE. I turned to Alli and was all, do you want to just go? We should just leave. Seriously, look the door is right there.&lt;br /&gt;But no, we performed the dance in groups. Three times.&lt;br /&gt;I cheated and joined Alli's group even though I wasn't supposed to. Hip hop dance class rules be damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl in one of the other groups who was clearly a dancer - while the rest of us showed up in sweats and tees, she was there in full dancer gear. She left her gross long hair down and was doing the splits and learned the dance in like two seconds. I named her Princess Leotard and kind of wanted to punch her in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it wasn't so bad... I'm sure I managed to look somewhat sexy for at least 4 to 6 of the forty or so counts we learned. And by sure I mean completely unconvinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, you know at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of those kids went home and actually attempted to performed that dance for someone. Awkward turtle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7266613861176423920?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7266613861176423920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7266613861176423920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7266613861176423920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7266613861176423920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/ohhelp.html' title='oh.help.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6380683420947423419</id><published>2011-02-16T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:52:38.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>way.to.go.san.francisco!</title><content type='html'>Found this little guy sitting outside my apartment door this morning - one was handed out to each resident in my building, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0B2HsvynsI/TVypbCc3vFI/AAAAAAAABzs/fV5VAOXvhvI/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0B2HsvynsI/TVypbCc3vFI/AAAAAAAABzs/fV5VAOXvhvI/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574516720757357650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8444470983209225751-6380683420947423419?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6380683420947423419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6380683420947423419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6380683420947423419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6380683420947423419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/waytogosanfrancisco.html' title='way.to.go.san.francisco!'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0B2HsvynsI/TVypbCc3vFI/AAAAAAAABzs/fV5VAOXvhvI/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7886629754036937624</id><published>2011-02-11T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:05:46.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.love.you.so.much.</title><content type='html'>Go &lt;a href="http://i-love-you-this-much.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7886629754036937624?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7886629754036937624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7886629754036937624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7886629754036937624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7886629754036937624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/iloveyousomuch.html' title='i.love.you.so.much.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8420196122192581831</id><published>2011-02-06T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:53:46.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>excellent.</title><content type='html'>Now that I've gotten my fill of the Super Bowl and Glee (YAY GLEE!!), I'm hitting up the DVR to watch this weekend's Saturday Night Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne's World cold open... I am SO HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/3KOw_9Ze6tp6atbsE9FgEQ"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/3KOw_9Ze6tp6atbsE9FgEQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="288" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-8420196122192581831?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8420196122192581831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8420196122192581831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8420196122192581831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8420196122192581831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/excellent.html' title='excellent.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4069381986052278134</id><published>2011-02-06T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:43:19.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>superbowl.sunday.</title><content type='html'>Congrats, Keller and Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU91MPyWHKI/AAAAAAAABzE/jwnouBh2dho/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU91Uai92iI/AAAAAAAABzM/OwR2AqiWD48/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU91Uai92iI/AAAAAAAABzM/OwR2AqiWD48/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570800257664408098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU94JxTK8UI/AAAAAAAABzc/tU-FeWvp0oc/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU94JxTK8UI/AAAAAAAABzc/tU-FeWvp0oc/s400/IMG_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570803373328494914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kelley is a double winner because not only is she a Packer fan, but she's also making the Katie Holmes face in this photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losers:  Groupon&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/8444470983209225751-4069381986052278134?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4069381986052278134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4069381986052278134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4069381986052278134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4069381986052278134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/superbowlsunday.html' title='superbowl.sunday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU91Uai92iI/AAAAAAAABzM/OwR2AqiWD48/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-910557539087571037</id><published>2011-02-05T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:16:07.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>productive.saturday.</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for bragging, but it's 2:15 in the afternoon and this girl has already worked 4.5 hours and run 3 miles. Imagine how with it I would be if I was like this every weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that it's 75 and sunny here in SF. On the downside, I think Illinois got kicked out of the top 25 this morning when they lost to freaking Northwestern. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do with the rest of my day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-910557539087571037?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/910557539087571037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=910557539087571037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/910557539087571037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/910557539087571037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/productivesaturday.html' title='productive.saturday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-2862590637912237199</id><published>2011-02-05T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:14:06.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.saturday.</title><content type='html'>I had every intention of doing a Dress Day Friday post  yesterday, and then things kinda blew up on one of my projects, so the  blog post got thrown to the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Dress Day Saturday, yay! I think this Helmut Lang number is super hot, and I would look like a total cow in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU29jpaLD2I/AAAAAAAABy8/PQGCdt4_d8Y/s1600/helmut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU29jpaLD2I/AAAAAAAABy8/PQGCdt4_d8Y/s400/helmut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570316734235873122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/vortex-asymmetrical-dress-helmut-lang/vp/v=1/845524441890929.htm?folderID=2534374302029428&amp;amp;fm=whatsnew-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss dressing up sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;The other week my team at work had an outing to celebrate everything we've launched in the last year - we went to a nice dinner and the whole team came to work on Friday looking super sharp. It was Dress Day Friday at its finest - I kinda want to get it to happen again!&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/8444470983209225751-2862590637912237199?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2862590637912237199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=2862590637912237199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2862590637912237199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2862590637912237199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/02/dressdaysaturday.html' title='dress.day.saturday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TU29jpaLD2I/AAAAAAAABy8/PQGCdt4_d8Y/s72-c/helmut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-737694391539227951</id><published>2011-01-25T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:08:27.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>recap/update.</title><content type='html'>Holidays 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SMYMj3pI/AAAAAAAAByA/JRk-r4eKrNg/s1600/picture%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SMYMj3pI/AAAAAAAAByA/JRk-r4eKrNg/s400/picture%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566398774548618898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SXFaahGI/AAAAAAAAByI/4P_lPzoQYp8/s1600/picture%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SXFaahGI/AAAAAAAAByI/4P_lPzoQYp8/s400/picture%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566398958485013602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SmaGe-DI/AAAAAAAAByQ/aukeYKuqleo/s1600/picture%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SmaGe-DI/AAAAAAAAByQ/aukeYKuqleo/s400/picture%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566399221736601650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SvlVhz_I/AAAAAAAAByY/Bw8tgcLe6eE/s1600/picture%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SvlVhz_I/AAAAAAAAByY/Bw8tgcLe6eE/s400/picture%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566399379371315186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_S4ivwzFI/AAAAAAAAByg/Wv4YrcI00SI/s1600/picture%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_S4ivwzFI/AAAAAAAAByg/Wv4YrcI00SI/s400/picture%2B043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566399533294865490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_TGlwN7GI/AAAAAAAAByo/x0MJPOOvgx8/s1600/picture%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_TGlwN7GI/AAAAAAAAByo/x0MJPOOvgx8/s400/picture%2B077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566399774620249186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_TPyBZZXI/AAAAAAAAByw/VzN0lQhdDBg/s1600/IMG_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_TPyBZZXI/AAAAAAAAByw/VzN0lQhdDBg/s400/IMG_2475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566399932532352370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No more boy in the picture. It took two more dates but there just wasn't a spark. I need a spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work is picking up again, which I currently really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm trying to eat better (I'm sure this comes as shocking news and I'm the only person attempting this ground breaking new challenge, considering it's the start of the new year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a couch!  It is currently a dumping ground for discarded clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of discarded clothing, I hate everything in my closet. Send help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went hiking last weekend and saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/span&gt;, which I loved. But I still love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt; more. Saw it twice and felt every single second of it. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have a team outing planned this Friday after work and I'm really looking forward to it. I have this cute new dress I want to wear, but I'm torn because I think it's a scotche too short for work. I may just go for it. Because I love it. I don't know! Send help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This Sunday Shannon and Terry are taking me to the Warriors game as a belated birthday present! Not because we love the Warriors but because they're playing the Jazz, whose starting point guard is one Deron Williams of the University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign... holler!! Shan and I will be decked out in Illini gear, attempting to draw attention to ourselves.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-737694391539227951?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/737694391539227951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=737694391539227951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/737694391539227951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/737694391539227951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/01/recapupdate.html' title='recap/update.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TT_SMYMj3pI/AAAAAAAAByA/JRk-r4eKrNg/s72-c/picture%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7605281663602129445</id><published>2011-01-25T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:47:02.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>apparently.i'm.a.teenage.girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt; (that's okay, everyone loves Harry Potter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt; (that's not okay, it sheds and unrealistic light on love and also, c'mon... Twilight??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;And now I'm able to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Trilogy-Boxset-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0545265355/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296027437&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;.  Seriously, I'm a teenage girl.  Just point me towards the Young Adult section in Borders.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;I ordered this cleanse book from Amazon and in order to get free shipping, I kept adding to my cart until I hit $25. (I secretly love this limit - it's not so high that I feel like I'm spending a lot, but it's not so low that I can only ever buy one thing!) Enter The Hunger Games.  The box from Amazon came on a Tuesday and I opened it at 8pm.  By 11pm I was done with the first book.  Same story on Wednesday night for the second book.  Thursday and Friday were taken up by social engagements after work (see, I'm not a total loser), and there I was Saturday morning - up at 7am, done with the book by 11am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes, these books were written for young adults.  Seriously, though, I really enjoyed them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;To the author's credit, these books have a compelling storyline, interesting (though simple) concepts of individuality and challenging authority, and the best part - not tied up at the end in a perfect little bow.  I like it when there's not always a happy ending (cough, f*cking Edward and Bella).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;To my credit, I also read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/farley.html"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/03/speakingofbooks.html"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;, meant for adults. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyoldfriend.html"&gt;For&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2009/08/imsoexcited-andijustcanthideit.html"&gt;real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;And on a related Twilight note, we had to participate in this internal project for work where we all get our picture taken and then answer the question, "If you could be any fictional character, who would you be." I wrote "Bella Swan" with lots of hearts and stars. It's a joke, get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7605281663602129445?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7605281663602129445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7605281663602129445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7605281663602129445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7605281663602129445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/01/apparentlyimateenagegirl.html' title='apparently.i&apos;m.a.teenage.girl.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7120285265631099928</id><published>2011-01-25T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:47:15.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>today.i.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Today I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;did not drink enough water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;worked a 9 hour day for the first time in months and like a freak, I'm super happy about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;managed to stick to eating half a cupcake when I could've had a whole one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;confronted an issue at work (though I don't think it's really taken care of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;crossed several items off my to do list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;listened to Spring Awakening on repeat on iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;had a really good laugh, but for kind of a mean reason (no one got hurt, though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;had a PBR (just the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;had a better day than yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Good enough.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7120285265631099928?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7120285265631099928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7120285265631099928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7120285265631099928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7120285265631099928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2011/01/todayi.html' title='today.i.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-406085066289155698</id><published>2010-12-17T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:45:02.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>Today's Dress Day Friday is brought to you by the wonderful and talented Marc Jacobs.  I love this dress!  (I would wear it with booties, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQufr-ZL83I/AAAAAAAABw8/FIOEjQwn_ro/s1600/marcj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQufr-ZL83I/AAAAAAAABw8/FIOEjQwn_ro/s400/marcj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551706543496098674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/abigail-lace-dress-marc-by/vp/v=1/845524441884816.htm"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's really starting to feel like the holidays are almost here.  A lot of people took off work starting this coming Monday, so it's the last work day of the year for a good portion of the office.  My co-team lead and I bought champagne for everyone on our team as a little thank you for all their hard work this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to feel the holiday spirit in SF... or at least for me it is.  I'm used to cold weather and snow and decorations everywhere.  San Francisco is balmy and there is not a decoration in sight unless you go to Union Square.  It bums me out every year.  I've decided that next year I'm going to decorate our office ("For we need a little Christmas, right this very  minute...").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going to start packing for my trip home (I leave Wednesday... I know, I'm a freak) and try to organize my apartment and my life a bit.  It's been a weird year and I have this really strong urge to somehow neatly tie up all the loose ends and leave it all behind me when I board the plane for Madison.  So while I attempt to do that, I'm going to play Christmas carols, drink something fizzy, turn on the Christmas lights that stay up year round in my apartment  and turn on the heater, even though I don't need it.  I kinda can't wait.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-406085066289155698?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/406085066289155698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=406085066289155698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/406085066289155698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/406085066289155698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQufr-ZL83I/AAAAAAAABw8/FIOEjQwn_ro/s72-c/marcj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-1450170295391859606</id><published>2010-12-17T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:56:06.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oprah'/><title type='text'>from.oprah.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday from Oprah:&lt;br /&gt;“Every new endeavor is created out of the quality of the energy you bring to it and is meant to be its own thing.”&lt;br /&gt;—  Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today from Oprah:&lt;br /&gt;“Then give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you.”&lt;br /&gt;—  Madeline Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-1450170295391859606?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1450170295391859606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=1450170295391859606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1450170295391859606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1450170295391859606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/fromoprah.html' title='from.oprah.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6672069919157277</id><published>2010-12-15T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:42:22.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>um.martinis.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a little story entitled, "Alisha had a really bad day at work so I made an action plan to take care of some issues tomorrow and then offered to buy her a martini so we went to Absinthe and got a martini and some of those awesome pretzel thingies and then the bartender gave us a free shot of chartreuse which was super gross and then we got another round of martinis and then a cheese plate and we split a salad and then for some reason he topped off our martinis when they were halfway gone and then gave us another shot of chartreuse omg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sing Off&lt;/span&gt; is on again and when I turned on the tv I was all, "Twice in one week?!  Yay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Aways:&lt;br /&gt;- Chartreuse is gross.  For real.  It's like Fernet on crack - too much licorice taste.&lt;br /&gt;- Ali is going to Bora Bora over the holiday and I made her promise to bring me back a tshirt that says, "Bora Bora is for lovers."  Sorry for partying.&lt;br /&gt;- The theme for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sing Off &lt;/span&gt;tonight is The Beatles... I live by the rule that if you can't do it better than the original, maybe you should stfu (karaoke aside).  So this is going to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6672069919157277?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6672069919157277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6672069919157277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6672069919157277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6672069919157277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/ummartinis.html' title='um.martinis.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4199422087653028175</id><published>2010-12-14T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:57:13.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>as.promised.</title><content type='html'>Photos from the photobooth at the company holiday party... part of me wishes I had taken more and part of me (the part of me that saw all the other pictures that were taken later in the night when people were waaaaasted) is glad I managed to keep it to a respectable minimum.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0bC7Zq_I/AAAAAAAABwc/HjEOEjl_jWI/s1600/01_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0bC7Zq_I/AAAAAAAABwc/HjEOEjl_jWI/s400/01_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550673811237088242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Normal [ha], Game Face, Silly Face, Confused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0i5djUUI/AAAAAAAABwk/c9tlHd7pmRo/s1600/02_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0i5djUUI/AAAAAAAABwk/c9tlHd7pmRo/s400/02_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550673946134925634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Absolutely no planning for expressions whatsoever, due to no one listening to me, and also alcohol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0r_PGLdI/AAAAAAAABws/6-oDdkwr60E/s1600/03_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0r_PGLdI/AAAAAAAABws/6-oDdkwr60E/s400/03_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550674102303731154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Absolutely no planning, despite my best attempts to boss everyone around.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0xUrhETI/AAAAAAAABw0/aykxU2T3T5s/s1600/04_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0xUrhETI/AAAAAAAABw0/aykxU2T3T5s/s400/04_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550674193959424306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think this is the montage that involves "Like a G6" coming on over the speakers and us getting exited about it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the first frame of some of these photos, I had zero ability to understand when the pictures actually started being taken in the booth.  Despite that, I managed to avoid having a double chin in any of these, so I'm gonna chalk it up to a win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4199422087653028175?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4199422087653028175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4199422087653028175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4199422087653028175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4199422087653028175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/aspromised.html' title='as.promised.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQf0bC7Zq_I/AAAAAAAABwc/HjEOEjl_jWI/s72-c/01_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5272189795008523222</id><published>2010-12-13T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:42:20.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>i.heart.ben.folds.</title><content type='html'>Does anyone watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sing Off&lt;/span&gt;?  I just started watching it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People you love to hate:&lt;br /&gt;I love me some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;, but I hate cheesy singing groups that make those fake smiles and do too much beat boxing.  No thank you... and yet I keep watching.  It allows me to say things to my tv like, "I can barely carry a tune but I'm cooler than all of you."  Judgey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That one guy from Boyz II Men:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's a judge.  Blast from the past... it's kind of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People you love to love:&lt;br /&gt;There is this group called On The Rocks and they are a bunch of college boys and I'm sure for other people they fall into the "People you love to hate" column, but I totally love them.  They showed some clip of them singing "Bad Romance," and I was all, yessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nichol Scherzinger:&lt;br /&gt;That girl from The Pussycat Dolls.  Turns out she's actually quite personable... who knew?  You learn something new every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having friends who can sing better than the people on tv:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that whole thing about me loving that bunch of college boys on the show... that's because they remind me of my guys from college.  Yes, I dated an a capella singer.  Yes, you are absolutely allowed to never let me live that down.  They were cool, I swear!!  Even straight frat boys thought they were good!  It's super fun to watch the show and say things to my tv like, "My friends would kick your asses at this song; I have a cd to prove it."  (And then I hang my head in shame because I own an a capella cd... and by "an a capella cd" I mean like seven or eight a capella cds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guilty Pleasure songs:&lt;br /&gt;Apparently each group gets to pick a "Guilty Pleasure" song to perform after their serious performance.  I'm only two songs into this segment but so far I'm not impressed.  I've heard "Love Shack" and "Come On Eileen."  The word "guilty" implies that you should be slightly embarrassed to admit you like the song.  Let's get a little more hardcore about this, please.  I have an itunes playlist called "Shame."  It houses Miley Cyrus, Ke$ha and The Biebs.  And yes, I feel very guilty about that... but you know what?  A Jay-Z song was on, A JAY-Z SONG WAS ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two words:&lt;br /&gt;BEN FOLDS.  The man is amazing.  Tonight he actually said, "That was more fun than you can shake a stick at."  I hereby vow to make that phrase a part of my regular conversation.  F*cking awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5272189795008523222?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5272189795008523222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5272189795008523222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5272189795008523222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5272189795008523222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/iheartbenfolds.html' title='i.heart.ben.folds.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5781303795065322195</id><published>2010-12-13T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:53:17.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've posted, and ironically I have plenty of things to write about, but just haven't done it for some reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm watching this past weekend's SNL on my DVR right now - I'm only up to the first music performance but it's been a really good episode so far.  Paul Rudd and Paul McCartney.  Yesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've found recent satisfaction with doing my dishes and cleaning up the clutter in my apartment.  I like it when it feels sparse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is a guy in the picture, sort of, not really.  I don't really know how I feel about it.  I'm not sure it's going anywhere... the first move he made was poking me on Facebook (I'm not joking).  We went on a date and this is an excerpt for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me:  I'm in advertising.  Our mutual friend you know is a media buyer, which is in the same industry realm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him:  My ex-girlfriend is a media buyer.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me:  I don't eat meat.  A friend of mine is vegan and she's a real inspiration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him:  My ex-girlfriend's dad is a vegan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me:  Blah blah something something conversational chatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him:  Extensive details about his break-up with his ex-girlfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me:  Are you sure you're over her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him:  Well I'm always going to care about her and I have to be honest with you, I really miss her sometimes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me:  Uh huh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;He also left me to walk home 2 1/2 blocks alone at 12:30 in the morning.  Still, I actually know him from college and he's a good guy, so he gets a second chance.  It really doesn't appear as though he's interested in me at all, but he keeps asking me out.  So yeah.  There's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shannon and I went to an alumni event at a bar last weekend and we've decided we want to stage a coup because everyone on the board is super lame.  One guy brought his own laminated name tag from home.  Yes, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My company had our holiday party last week.  I had last minute dress drama but other than that the night was super fun.  I'll post photobooth pictures once I get them!  I sustained an injury... I was kicked on the dance floor - I remember when it happened.  It was some dude I didn't know and I was all, hey man, keep rockin' on the dance floor!  And then two hours later I was all, what's that red stuff trickling down my leg?  Oh, it's blood.  Ain't no thang.  Except I proceeded to be extremely dramatic about it.  I ran around the lobby of Bimbo's 365 at closing time exclaiming, "I sustained an injury!" and making people hold my leg.  Sorry for partying.  (The next morning involved wearing sunglasses indoors and having french fries, hot pretzel bites and a beer for lunch... Intervention?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am super excited for Christmas.  I have been looking forward to  going home for the holidays for months now.  It's time.  I am so done  with 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have spent the last two weekends doing a ton of reading, which has been super awesome.  My dad brought me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/span&gt; - I finished it in a day and a half.  Then I borrowed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl Who Played with Fire&lt;/span&gt; from a coworker and finished that in a day and a half.  It's not ground-breaking literature, but man will it suck you in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's not Dress Day Friday, but here's some pretty for you (it comes with an insane price tag... sorry for having good taste!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQboHwKgzII/AAAAAAAABwU/SqRqEENyKFI/s1600/cbenz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQboHwKgzII/AAAAAAAABwU/SqRqEENyKFI/s400/cbenz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550378810666437762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/fiilomena-dress-chris-benz/vp/v=1/845524441887783.htm"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, two fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5781303795065322195?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5781303795065322195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5781303795065322195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5781303795065322195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5781303795065322195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/12/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TQboHwKgzII/AAAAAAAABwU/SqRqEENyKFI/s72-c/cbenz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6266697088069275256</id><published>2010-11-23T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:44:08.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worlds.collide.</title><content type='html'>Tonight on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; they made a joke about Jay Cutler.  For real.  My quarterback sucks so much that they made fun of him on my favorite tv show - a tv show with song and dance numbers and matching performance outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Cutler: &lt;br /&gt;- most interceptions thrown in a single game&lt;br /&gt;- on the receiving end of the most sacks in a single half (and in a single game)&lt;br /&gt;- first quarterback to be made fun of on the hit show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn:  He's the right guard - he gets pissed at me, I'll get sacked more times than Jay Cutler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6266697088069275256?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6266697088069275256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6266697088069275256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6266697088069275256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6266697088069275256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/worldscollide.html' title='worlds.collide.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8460531287988040212</id><published>2010-11-21T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:01:26.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>katey.and.yoga.</title><content type='html'>Yoga 101 went pretty well.  The instructor spent the two hours teaching us basic poses and he kept going around the room, fixing people here and there.  He only came over to me once and it was to say, "That looks really nice, Katey."  I WIN.  A +.&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had no clue what I was doing I was really looking for a faster pace.  I'm kind of an impatient person.  Our instructor talked for a while and then got us started with "centering," which is apparently how a typical class opens.  He made us sit with our eyes closed, which made me insanely uncomfortable.  Seriously, we had to do it for like five minutes.  I kept peeking to see if everyone else still had their eyes closed.  Whenever I'm forced into a situation like that I'm always super paranoid I'll be the last person sitting there with their eyes closed.  I hated Heads Up 7up as a child.  Then he made us do these really loud Ohms.  He said it like "Ohm," but then he told us it's spelled "Aum."  It was kind of confusing.  He explained a whole bunch of stuff about Ohm and what it means and why we say it and then we had to do it all together, really loud, three times.  Cut to me rolling my eyes and trying not laugh.  I'm all for inner peace and spirituality and stuff, but that was just a little too woogie for me, sorry.  I was all, this is a bunch of hooey, c'mon make me sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I thought about during yoga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why are my hips so wide?  They're honestly really wide, gross.  And what's up with my huge cow thighs?&lt;br /&gt;- I need a pedicure in a serious way.  I wish I had socks on.&lt;br /&gt;- This yoga instructor is really cute and I want to fix him up with one of my guy friends... oh wait, his hands and feet are weird (I have serious thing about hands).&lt;br /&gt;- The girl behind me has her face almost directly in my ass.  I wonder how uncomfortable she is.&lt;br /&gt;- I have some serious cleavage when I do those side twist thingies.  My boobs look kinda nice.  Hey, girl!&lt;br /&gt;- The girl next to me keeps having to break her poses early.  I am so doing better than she is.&lt;br /&gt;- I should go to LuLuLemon and buy a whole bunch of yoga stuff even though I have not yet committed to the practice regularly... yay, new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;- What should I get to eat after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I dig yoga.  I'm really glad I went to that initial class with Shannon and Emily because it showed me what a workout it can be.  I understand why today's workshop had to go slowly, but I look forward to a regularly paced class that gets my heart rate up a bit more.  And by a bit I mean a lot more.  So now I've taken the first step.  The second step is to actually sign up for some classes and start going regularly.  Follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha and I are going to the movies tonight - we're going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;127 Hours&lt;/span&gt;, which I have been really pumped to see.  I keep hearing James Franco is going to get an Oscar nomination for this movie.  Plus he's super hot - everybody wins!   Should I get Skittles at the movie theater?  (Kat, feel free to weigh in here - you're the expert...)  Nothing like negating my two hours of yoga today, holler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-8460531287988040212?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8460531287988040212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8460531287988040212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8460531287988040212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8460531287988040212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/kateyandyoga.html' title='katey.and.yoga.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-2960146028870182414</id><published>2010-11-21T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:48:11.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying.something.new.</title><content type='html'>A little over a month ago Shannon and I went to Boston to visit our friend Emily and while we were there we all went to a yoga class together.  I tried Bikram once upon a time but it was just way too hot for me.  I don't think I actually learned anything because I was so focused on imagining myself passing out from the heat.  Now I do pilates, which I love, and I think that discipline shares some commonalities with yoga, so I fared alright when I went to yoga class with Shan and Em, who both practice yoga regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the class - it left me feeling great and wanting more.  So when I got home I signed up for the two hour Yoga 101 seminar at the Yoga Tree studio in my neighborhood.  I want to learn the basics so I feel comfortable going to class on my own - in Boston I was constantly peeking at Shannon and Emily to make sure I was doing everything right.  I like the workout I got that day, but also the calming nature of it all - peace of body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm headed to my Yoga 101 seminar in a couple of hours and I'm excited but also a little nervous.  I don't like doing anything I'm not good at, and since I'm new at this it's likely I won't be good at it, at least to start.  I always joke I have to be graded on everything, and I do not accept anything less than an A...  Also, let's be honest - if anyone is going to fall over, fart or get a nosebleed or something while in a compromising position, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-2960146028870182414?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2960146028870182414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=2960146028870182414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2960146028870182414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2960146028870182414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/tryingsomethingnew.html' title='trying.something.new.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8113491321634686751</id><published>2010-11-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:45:34.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>This week has been exhausting.  Right now I love my sweatpants and Netflix and the sound of the rain outside.  It's supposed to be like this all weekend - I have big plans for soup, movies and my Hunter wellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for your Dress Day Friday post... I want this dress for the holidays.  I also want to find $500 on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TOdEEiW2YFI/AAAAAAAABwI/O3MIXUfuLS4/s1600/clubm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TOdEEiW2YFI/AAAAAAAABwI/O3MIXUfuLS4/s400/clubm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541472711235493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/julita-dress-club-monaco/vp/v=1/845524441885784.htm?folderID=2534374302029428&amp;amp;fm=whatsnew-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&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/8444470983209225751-8113491321634686751?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8113491321634686751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8113491321634686751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8113491321634686751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8113491321634686751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TOdEEiW2YFI/AAAAAAAABwI/O3MIXUfuLS4/s72-c/clubm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4559359441643122012</id><published>2010-11-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:17:59.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>I'm in an all-day client meeting that started at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am - One guy has already had two Diet Pepsis and a good deal of beef jerky.  He's a fast talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;1pm - we're up to four Diet Pepsis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4559359441643122012?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4559359441643122012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4559359441643122012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4559359441643122012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4559359441643122012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6838581362226797758</id><published>2010-11-05T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:51:11.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.(sweater.)day.friday.</title><content type='html'>Dress Day Friday is back, bitches!  ...In the form of Sweater Day Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I couldn't find a dress I was that in love with today, so instead I'm going to tell you a little story about a sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I found this Alexander McQueen sweater (from his, cough,"cheap" McQ collection) on shopbop.com, and I fell in love with it.  I waited for it to go on sale.  Sometimes I just went to the product page to say hi to it.  We had a strong connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never went on sale, but then my birthday rolled around, and my wonderful mother (despite her better judgment as a bargain shopper) bought said sweater for me.  I was ecstatic.  ECSTATIC!!!   (Exclamation points for emphasis... !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this gorgeous thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TNSHQSFjwhI/AAAAAAAABwA/bVnJIjrz9sY/s1600/mcq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TNSHQSFjwhI/AAAAAAAABwA/bVnJIjrz9sY/s400/mcq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536198555747992082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/zebra-sweater-dress-mcq-alexander/vp/v=1/845524441877577.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me tell you something, you guys.  I looked super fat in this sweater.  Not just a little fat.  Full on fat.  Scary heifer fat.  Alexander McQueen (rest his soul) had the nerve to actually take those horizontal stripes and make them THICKER in the hip region.  I'm not kidding.  This model looks amazing because she weighs 70 lbs. and her body is basically two parallel lines.  Regular people do not look like her in that sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for you today.  I want you to know that I returned the sweater.  My mom got me a cute purse instead.  It makes me look really skinny and pretty.&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/8444470983209225751-6838581362226797758?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6838581362226797758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6838581362226797758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6838581362226797758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6838581362226797758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/dresssweaterdayfriday.html' title='dress.(sweater.)day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TNSHQSFjwhI/AAAAAAAABwA/bVnJIjrz9sY/s72-c/mcq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3365989743508815872</id><published>2010-11-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:49:47.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>note.to.self.</title><content type='html'>Note to self:  Do not watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1520211/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Walking Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at night.  Ever.  You will not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt; is over for the season and AMC has come up with some exciting new Sunday night programming to take its place.  I'm only halfway through the first episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Walking Dead&lt;/span&gt;, but it seems pretty good so far.  Aside from the fact that it's scary as f*ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character is played by that guy from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;, who in one scene (the one where Keira Knightly is at the door and he shows up with signs and the boombox) reduced me to some serious tears.  Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark:  But for now, let me say - Without hope or agenda - Just because it's  Christmas - And at Christmas you tell the truth - To me, you are perfect  - And my wasted heart will love you - Until you look like this.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;picture of a mummy&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and now he's killing zombies.  Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-3365989743508815872?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3365989743508815872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3365989743508815872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3365989743508815872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3365989743508815872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/11/notetoself.html' title='note.to.self.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6177669108291580019</id><published>2010-10-23T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:35:04.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>boston.(bashtan).</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time Shannon moved to San Francisco.  A year later Katey moved to San Francisco.  A year after that, they started hanging out all the time.  Then Shannon introduced Katey to Emily and the three of them really got along.  That was fun for a good deal of time and then Emily moved to Boston for work.  This made Shannon and Katey sad, so they booked a trip to Boston to vist Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so commenced one of the absolute best vacations I have ever taken.  The three of us get along so well and we had the best time.  We did everything, including somehow managing to work out every day.  It was the perfect vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNdrh1laWI/AAAAAAAABuA/3XqTJ7U-7nA/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNdrh1laWI/AAAAAAAABuA/3XqTJ7U-7nA/s400/IMG_2241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531367769739979106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us @ Boston Commons.  My only disapointment of the weekend:  no swan boats (I love those damn swan boats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNd_IYk1bI/AAAAAAAABuI/QwVcOESxEWU/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNd_IYk1bI/AAAAAAAABuI/QwVcOESxEWU/s400/IMG_2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531368106504803762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNeImtwrRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/F2iz2y1aRIY/s1600/IMG_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNeImtwrRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/F2iz2y1aRIY/s400/IMG_2243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531368269265546514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make Way for Ducklings&lt;/span&gt; was one of my favorite books as a child.  These are our very adult pictures with the statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNeg2U0XcI/AAAAAAAABuY/qy1HxzSBdYE/s1600/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNeg2U0XcI/AAAAAAAABuY/qy1HxzSBdYE/s400/IMG_2256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531368685772758466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The historical stuff was so.freaking.cool.  I couldn't get over it.  Shannon and I walked almost the entire Freedom Trail (we drew the line at crossing the bridge and going into Charlestown just to see an old ship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNe2zDz3WI/AAAAAAAABug/ngVnt_Gxrps/s1600/IMG_2262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNe2zDz3WI/AAAAAAAABug/ngVnt_Gxrps/s400/IMG_2262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531369062853238114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second oldest cemetery in Boston.  This is where John Hancock is buried, and that large structure is the monument to him.  John Hancock.  Phallic monument with an inscription that starts, "This monument was erected for John Hancock..."   Seriously, someone knew what they were doing there.  Someone was having a good time with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfXl52HRI/AAAAAAAABuo/Izg_3_F0VSg/s1600/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfXl52HRI/AAAAAAAABuo/Izg_3_F0VSg/s400/IMG_2267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531369626257464594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfengq8LI/AAAAAAAABuw/AsTBTH1Msy4/s1600/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfengq8LI/AAAAAAAABuw/AsTBTH1Msy4/s400/IMG_2268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531369746947829938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfn6rzmfI/AAAAAAAABu4/IIgCPz3dico/s1600/IMG_2270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfn6rzmfI/AAAAAAAABu4/IIgCPz3dico/s400/IMG_2270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531369906713631218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfyCi55zI/AAAAAAAABvA/1McLkydp_jI/s1600/IMG_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNfyCi55zI/AAAAAAAABvA/1McLkydp_jI/s400/IMG_2271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531370080622470962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNf71bYR1I/AAAAAAAABvI/KTXjqrio2iw/s1600/IMG_2273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNf71bYR1I/AAAAAAAABvI/KTXjqrio2iw/s400/IMG_2273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531370248899938130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We HIGHLY recommend the Sam Adams Brewery tour and the subsequent Party Trolley trip to Doyle's, the oldest Irish pub in America.  The tour starts out pretty slow but let me tell you, things really pick up when you hit the tasting room.  Four stars, A plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNgQd50YZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/kf4oxZ6zyFw/s1600/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNgQd50YZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/kf4oxZ6zyFw/s400/IMG_2281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531370603362410898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pickle Whips!!!  (Okay, they're actually called Pickle Backs but Shannon accidentally got the name wrong and it was too amazing not to keep that one going...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNgj31YeLI/AAAAAAAABvY/Nb8Ai7wpLEE/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNgj31YeLI/AAAAAAAABvY/Nb8Ai7wpLEE/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531370936740640946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post-yoga, brewery tour, Doyle's and Pickle Whips.  Pre-Ethiopian dinner that turned into take out and passing out by 9:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNg3JPp8RI/AAAAAAAABvg/X9YTSyZJrXM/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNg3JPp8RI/AAAAAAAABvg/X9YTSyZJrXM/s400/IMG_2293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531371267831755026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FENWAY!!  This was a dream for me, seriously.  I have yet to make it to a game there (we missed the season by a week!), but I can safely say that Wrigley is still the jam.  But Fenway is a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNhW91UQJI/AAAAAAAABvo/sAay_7L3eiA/s1600/IMG_2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNhW91UQJI/AAAAAAAABvo/sAay_7L3eiA/s400/IMG_2320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531371814524305554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Sunday hike in Rockport followed by an incredible lunch @ The Lobster Pool (where we were photographed for a magazine published exclusively for AirTran - that's right, I'm famous... AirTrain fliers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNh1z-vp3I/AAAAAAAABvw/7EjkEjfOKHk/s1600/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNh1z-vp3I/AAAAAAAABvw/7EjkEjfOKHk/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531372344455440242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent a good deal of the weekend in Em's pink Pumas.  They had to make an appearance on the blog.  This photo was taken after Shannon and I went to the Beehive for "one drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNiLYjmDeI/AAAAAAAABv4/BZWUO5nk_yc/s1600/IMG_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNiLYjmDeI/AAAAAAAABv4/BZWUO5nk_yc/s400/IMG_2329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531372715050929634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw "The Town" in Harvard Square in Cambridge.  The next day Shannon and I were walking the Freedom Trail and came across this - they filmed part of the movie right there.  It was pretty surreal, especially considering how kick ass that movie was.  I have never in my life been attracted to law enforcement but I am not kidding, that movie (two solid hours of intensity, suspense, shock and amazingness) features Ben Affleck in aviators and a cop unfirom and I almost fell out of my chair.  O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best vacations I have ever taken, for real.&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/8444470983209225751-6177669108291580019?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6177669108291580019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6177669108291580019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6177669108291580019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6177669108291580019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/10/bostonbashtan.html' title='boston.(bashtan).'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNdrh1laWI/AAAAAAAABuA/3XqTJ7U-7nA/s72-c/IMG_2241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-253195426576057207</id><published>2010-10-23T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:07:07.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>vegas.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna ease back into this blog with some easy posts - vacation recaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up:  The Girls Trip to Vegas (to be followed in 2011 by The Girls Trip to New Orleans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist:  GREAT weekend.  It was so wonderful to have that time together - no drama, no crap... just a lot of fun.  I love that we made time for this.  I love that it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got an amazing deal for three nights at the Luxor.  Money-wise, it was incredible, but we'll probably opt to never stay there again.  Kat was warned that the pool was very "park district."  For the rest of the weekend we were all, "that's so park district" whenever we encountered anything lame.  When we checked in, there was a strip across the front desk with pictures of all the room types at the Luxor - the shittiest on the left all the way to the nicest on the right.  We stayed in a "Pyramid Deluxe) room - aka the picture farthest to the left.  For the rest of the weekend we were all, "that's so Pyramid Deluxe" whenever we encountered anything lame.  Despite our park district hotel, we had a great weekend.  The pool was less than stellar but the good company made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny loves whales (Wales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Park District&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pyramid Deluxe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello, Luxor (Me, answering the phone at the Luxor front desk at 3am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only meeting/hanging out with non-Americans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Junety, Ellie Mae, Augustana and April Surprise (For all of us here at LMNOP, this is Junety Martin - goodnight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNWF1ueRvI/AAAAAAAABtA/54j1DLTu-bU/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNWF1ueRvI/AAAAAAAABtA/54j1DLTu-bU/s400/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531359425662437106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As cheesy as it may sound, the fountain at the Bellagio is/was/will always be breathtaking.  Even with the cheesy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNWdPBgfWI/AAAAAAAABtI/k6qPEXleT6I/s1600/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNWdPBgfWI/AAAAAAAABtI/k6qPEXleT6I/s400/IMG_2149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531359827590151522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner @ Tao:  A-MAZ-ING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNZSfeUaNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/K3wrwH49eAk/s1600/IMG_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNZSfeUaNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/K3wrwH49eAk/s400/IMG_2151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531362941562284242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post-food:  Yes.  Pre-food:  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNZj-aIPjI/AAAAAAAABtY/m-tEDhM7bS4/s1600/IMG_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNZj-aIPjI/AAAAAAAABtY/m-tEDhM7bS4/s400/IMG_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531363241923984946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope that worked out for ya, Keller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNZ1CDl7HI/AAAAAAAABtg/5uwwlNcxhh8/s1600/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNZ1CDl7HI/AAAAAAAABtg/5uwwlNcxhh8/s400/IMG_2166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531363534960979058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No line, VIP @ Pure (holler!) plus a table with a bunch of British boys in town for a bachelor party?  Twist my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNaZERXgPI/AAAAAAAABto/2q_8_nWfc7M/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNaZERXgPI/AAAAAAAABto/2q_8_nWfc7M/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531364154030915826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowd @ Pure.  There is this one song that comes on at the clubs every time I go to Vegas, where the singer is all, "PUT YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS UP" and then everyone puts their hands up.  I stand there with my arms at my sides and scream, "Lemmings!!  Lemmings!!"  (Clearly that's not what's happening in this picture but it was a nice segue into my story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNbN-OP6nI/AAAAAAAABtw/SUhQAi4ixYg/s1600/IMG_2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNbN-OP6nI/AAAAAAAABtw/SUhQAi4ixYg/s400/IMG_2203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531365062940289650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our "sexy faces" picture, if that tells you anything about how very drunk we were.  Kat legit made that face in 9 out of every 10 photos taken that night.  At least she's consistent.  The rest of us have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNbtQmnqXI/AAAAAAAABt4/T7qD_DJyZEI/s1600/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNbtQmnqXI/AAAAAAAABt4/T7qD_DJyZEI/s400/IMG_2240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531365600450292082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penny slots.  These are four girls who went to Vegas but don't really gamble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CAN'T.WAIT til next year, girls!!&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/8444470983209225751-253195426576057207?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/253195426576057207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=253195426576057207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/253195426576057207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/253195426576057207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/10/vegas.html' title='vegas.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TMNWF1ueRvI/AAAAAAAABtA/54j1DLTu-bU/s72-c/IMG_2143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3385751059533292146</id><published>2010-10-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:50:38.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>i.tunes.</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday night and I've been spending some quality time with a glass(es) of Artesa Chardonnay and Google Reader.  Came across this blog post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your very first iTunes purchase?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Log in to your account in iTunes, then click “Purchase History” and jump to the earliest possible date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this without looking. It was R. Kelly - Ignition (Remix).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Kelly's "This is the Remix to Ignition" is hands down one of the BEST.SONGS.EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was compelled to check my own iTunes purchase history.  Um...&lt;br /&gt;09/17/06 - How to Succeed In Business Without Really Trying!&lt;br /&gt;10/08/06 - Sonata No. 33 in C Minor:  I. Moderato, Tre ariette:  Dolente immagine di Fille mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my ex got a hold of my iTunes account back in the day... so for the sake of my rep, here's the first song *I* purchased on my iTunes account:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/12/07 - Various Indigo Girls tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... no judging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, I like them...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it gets better.  That purchase was followed by a massive number of Stevie Wonder downloads.  I swear I like good music... and Justin Bieber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-3385751059533292146?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3385751059533292146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3385751059533292146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3385751059533292146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3385751059533292146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/10/itunes.html' title='i.tunes.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-8401235119145019022</id><published>2010-08-24T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:26:29.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>sweating.omg.</title><content type='html'>Dear San Francisco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  98 degrees&lt;br /&gt;by Friday:  61 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Interviewer:  What do you think about the El Nino phenomenon? &lt;br /&gt; Bridget Jones: It's a blip. Latin music's on its way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-8401235119145019022?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8401235119145019022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=8401235119145019022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8401235119145019022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/8401235119145019022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweatingomg.html' title='sweating.omg.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-9027075705038527624</id><published>2010-08-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:39:34.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proj.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Project Runway and when Betsey Johnson came out as the guest judge, before they announced who she was I was all, "Ooo Cyndi Lauper!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-9027075705038527624?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/9027075705038527624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=9027075705038527624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/9027075705038527624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/9027075705038527624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/08/proj.html' title='proj.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4222256782984931365</id><published>2010-07-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:36:42.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>me.being.a.girl.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written in a while.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the reason why... so every time I try to start up again, I just hate the reason I stopped and I get stuck in this indefinite pause.  This giant pause - on this blog, on my whole life - while I wait for it to change.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's going to change... I'm just going to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;And then it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;And then something new will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's why I haven't written, explained via lyrics from chick singers... don't worry, it's not lost on me that these lyrics are all slightly whiny and pathetic.  Which is basically why I haven't written in so long... I don't want this to be me.  I want to be someone who shrugs and moves on.  I swear I am working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me a year ago -&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Springfield:  You don't have to say  you love me, just be close at hand.  You don't have to stay forever, I will understand.  Believe me - I can't help but love you.  But believe me, I'll never tie you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me six months ago -&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos:  Look I'm standing naked before you, don't you want more than my sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me three months ago -&lt;br /&gt;Ani DiFranco:  Think I'm going for a walk now, I feel a little unsteady.  I don't want nobody to follow me, except maybe you.  I could make you happy you know, if you weren't already.  I could do a lot of things, and I do.  ...So fuck you and your untouchable face.  And fuck you for existing in the first place.  And who am I that I should be vying for your touch?  And who am I - I bet you can't even tell me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me today -&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Michaelson:  I want to change the world; instead I sleep.  I want to believe in more than you and me.  But all that I know is I'm breathing.  All I can do is keep breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yes, this is all a little dramatic.  The problem is that this is actually how I feel.  I am someone who just FEELS a lot.  Looking back, it wasn't that big of a deal, you know?  But it was such a big deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the last I'm going to say of that.  Dwelling never got me anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4222256782984931365?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4222256782984931365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4222256782984931365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4222256782984931365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4222256782984931365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/07/mebeingagirl.html' title='me.being.a.girl.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5218642907256405040</id><published>2010-07-25T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:54:48.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>oh.</title><content type='html'>Paul Simon, you make me feel things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5218642907256405040?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5218642907256405040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5218642907256405040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5218642907256405040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5218642907256405040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh.html' title='oh.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5157741976008386021</id><published>2010-06-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:12:51.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>sweater.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>It's Dress Day Friday and I did, in fact, wear a dress to work today.  I regret that decision - I am tired, worn down and extremely discouraged about some things going on at work right now.  A dress and four inch heels did not really help that situation at all (but damn, those are some cute shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a dress, you're getting what I wish I had on at work today.  There is nothing better than a sweater with sleeves that are on the longer side - something you can sink into.  It's like a hug but without the whole "please don't touch me" feeling.  I'd pair this with holey jeans and my Minnetonkas and call it a day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TBLruaZQ7xI/AAAAAAAABsQ/u6mKNF00T_E/s1600/kimberly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TBLruaZQ7xI/AAAAAAAABsQ/u6mKNF00T_E/s400/kimberly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481702879055114002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/ernest-neck-sweater-kimberly-ovitz/vp/v=1/845524441862116.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8444470983209225751-5157741976008386021?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5157741976008386021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5157741976008386021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5157741976008386021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5157741976008386021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweaterdayfriday.html' title='sweater.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TBLruaZQ7xI/AAAAAAAABsQ/u6mKNF00T_E/s72-c/kimberly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-226311294303801989</id><published>2010-06-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:18:35.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>it's.the.little.things.</title><content type='html'>I am having the shittiest day, but Dave just put Miley Cyrus on the speakers at work.  I love her crappy pop music so much.  Totally made me smile.  And now Taylor Swift is on.  He's my savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday we all wore our UFC gear to the office as a team unity thing... he showed up in character:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TBKn7NNCY5I/AAAAAAAABsI/45fscDYmx74/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TBKn7NNCY5I/AAAAAAAABsI/45fscDYmx74/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481628332061778834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back pockets of his jeans are embellished.  You wish you worked with this guy.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-226311294303801989?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/226311294303801989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=226311294303801989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/226311294303801989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/226311294303801989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/itsthelittlethings.html' title='it&apos;s.the.little.things.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TBKn7NNCY5I/AAAAAAAABsI/45fscDYmx74/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5206428374268792642</id><published>2010-06-10T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:27:09.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>grammar.hi.</title><content type='html'>Emails between Katherine and me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:    Katherine&lt;br /&gt;To:    Katey&lt;br /&gt;Date:    06/10/2010 9:19 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:    &lt;no&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is INDESCRIBABLE. THE FEELING IS INDESCRIBABLE. Why do all these hockey players keep saying UNdescribable??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:    Katey&lt;br /&gt;To:    Katherine&lt;br /&gt;Date:    06/10/2010 9:24 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:    Re:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I hate when people do stuff like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy I work with, when he describes things he always says “multiple different.”  As in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We looked at multiple different partners for this work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I laid this out in multiple different ways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are multiple different scenarios for this page on the website&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Every time he says it I have a rage blackout.  YOU’RE SAYING THE SAME THING TWICE IN A ROW.  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?  PICK &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; OF THOSE WORDS.  YOU ARE BUTCHERING THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:    Katherine&lt;br /&gt;To:    Katey&lt;br /&gt;Date:    06/10/2010 9:54 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:    Re:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??????????&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??????????&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLE DIFFERENT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you scream at him??? Do you correct him? What do you do? Is this someone senior to you? Omg. What do you do? That would drive me bananas. I already told like 3 people this story. Omg. Does he not know the definition of different and multiple????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5206428374268792642?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5206428374268792642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5206428374268792642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5206428374268792642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5206428374268792642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/grammarhi.html' title='grammar.hi.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-2970239520994743041</id><published>2010-06-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:55:43.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>If I...&lt;br /&gt;- get a tan&lt;br /&gt;- lose 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;- find $300 on the street&lt;br /&gt;- figure out how my boobs are supposed to stay in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I am totally buying this dress for the wedding I'm going to in August:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TAkvvMYHemI/AAAAAAAABr4/uzD9LkguFIE/s1600/rory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TAkvvMYHemI/AAAAAAAABr4/uzD9LkguFIE/s400/rory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478962909495655010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/bailey-cut-out-halter-dress/vp/v=1/845524441871416.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-2970239520994743041?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2970239520994743041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=2970239520994743041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2970239520994743041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2970239520994743041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TAkvvMYHemI/AAAAAAAABr4/uzD9LkguFIE/s72-c/rory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-5436868439092646642</id><published>2010-06-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:54:33.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>the.fun.continues.</title><content type='html'>At the airport waiting for our flight to Vegas.  Pulled my laptop out of my purse and a condom fell out onto the ground.  Amazing.  And a little slutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-5436868439092646642?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5436868439092646642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=5436868439092646642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5436868439092646642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/5436868439092646642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/thefuncontinues.html' title='the.fun.continues.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3737217866982317303</id><published>2010-06-02T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:53:29.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>I had to leave the apartment to go to the airport - we're flying to Vegas today for a client presentation.  I left the spider above my bed.  Waiting.  I screamed every time I had to walk past it or under it.  The cab called for me to come downstairs and I only had shoes on.  The spider was hovering above the dress I had laid out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's large enough that even if I could get at it with a shoe, I'd be concerned about the effectiveness of that method.  I do not want to go home tonight.  Or ever.  Send help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it on me, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-3737217866982317303?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3737217866982317303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3737217866982317303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3737217866982317303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3737217866982317303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4465737220131336184</id><published>2010-06-02T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:09:21.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>o.m.f.g.</title><content type='html'>Large-ish spider on my ceiling omg it's moving help I need a vacuum with a hose it's crawling above my bed omg freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-4465737220131336184?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4465737220131336184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4465737220131336184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4465737220131336184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4465737220131336184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/06/omfg.html' title='o.m.f.g.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3633229050844522053</id><published>2010-05-27T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:22:44.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.thursday.</title><content type='html'>Today is Dress Day Thursday! (Because I'll be traveling for work tomorrow and won't be able to post on Dress Day Friday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw this dress today and totally fell in love with it, though I suspect it might really be one of those dresses that only looks good on stick figure girls with no hips and 2% body fat.  Which is unfortunate because I love the print:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S_6bmnOBboI/AAAAAAAABrw/KpJSlWoCvJI/s1600/torn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S_6bmnOBboI/AAAAAAAABrw/KpJSlWoCvJI/s400/torn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475985284594232962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/liza-tunic-dress-torn-by/vp/v=1/845524441871070.htm?folderID=2534374302029428&amp;amp;fm=whatsnew-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's also a skotch on the short side, yes?  When she goes out dancing in this, she can't do any moves that involve raising her arms over her head, otherwise it will be butt cheek city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8444470983209225751-3633229050844522053?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3633229050844522053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3633229050844522053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3633229050844522053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3633229050844522053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/dressdaythursday.html' title='dress.day.thursday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S_6bmnOBboI/AAAAAAAABrw/KpJSlWoCvJI/s72-c/torn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-3292754800561611574</id><published>2010-05-25T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:13:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>win?</title><content type='html'>I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing my Excedrin with wine.  Fail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-3292754800561611574?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3292754800561611574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=3292754800561611574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3292754800561611574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/3292754800561611574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/win.html' title='win?'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7604540732842972230</id><published>2010-05-25T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:12:50.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>you.guys.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in almost a month.  It's because I was kidnapped by pirates.  I've been on their ship for twenty-some days and they don't have the internets out at sea.  I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you several Dress Day Friday posts.  And an update on my life (which is very exciting seeing as how I just spent many weeks on a pirate ship and somehow managed to escape and get back to SF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the latest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My apartment is a total mess.  I think I would feel a lot more peaceful and in control if my living space weren't the picture of chaos.  Going to try to do something about that tonight.  And watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work has been crazy, per usual.  It's good to be busy, but I can feel myself getting burned out.  I need a break in a serious way.  I'm trying to schedule a trip home to Chicago/Madison for mid June-ish.  The timing really doesn't work that well with my work schedule, but I NEED this.  Unfortunately the airlines seemed to have picked up on this need and have totally jacked up the prices for flights, knowing I'm just desperate enough to pay whatever I need to.  LOVE those guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Look, a dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S_wmLYLYPKI/AAAAAAAABro/b0OzuZ1TQq0/s1600/velvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S_wmLYLYPKI/AAAAAAAABro/b0OzuZ1TQq0/s400/velvet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475293223886273698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/trishelle-dress-velvet/vp/v=1/845524441857800.htm?folderID=2534374302026222&amp;amp;fm=browse-brand-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Life stuff has been... life stuff.  You know, sometimes everything is great, sometimes everything is rocky, and sometimes everything just is.  I'm trying to transition from "rocky" to "just is."  My goal is just to be as honest as I can with myself about things and to face that honesty.  Easier at some moments than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got falafel for lunch and I think that may have been a mistake.  I'm just not that into it.  But I'm suuuuper excited about the diet coke I got to go with it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go Blackhawks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the last hour, this work day has turned into a sode.  Is it time to go home and clean my apartment yet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7604540732842972230?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7604540732842972230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7604540732842972230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7604540732842972230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7604540732842972230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/youguys.html' title='you.guys.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S_wmLYLYPKI/AAAAAAAABro/b0OzuZ1TQq0/s72-c/velvet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-2673372312831391029</id><published>2010-05-07T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:38:17.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sode'/><title type='text'>i'm.special.</title><content type='html'>I stayed home from work this morning because I had an appointment with Comcast (which ended up being a good thing because I am severely hungover due to many beers, no dinner and a somewhat poor decision to sing karaoke until 1am while consuming from the world's largest bottle of sake). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on my tv has been fuzzy for two days.  I did all the normal things like tightening the cables and turning the cable box on and off... to no avail.  I called Comcast, they did some signal tests and couldn't figure out what was going on, so we scheduled an appointment to have someone come out here and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tv was on the wrong channel.  Somehow it was on channel 2 instead of channel 3, and the picture is only clear if you set it to channel 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tv was on the wrong channel.  I must be the dumbest girl in America.  I scheduled an appointment with Comcast so they could come over and press the "channel up" button.  Fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-2673372312831391029?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2673372312831391029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=2673372312831391029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2673372312831391029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2673372312831391029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/imspecial.html' title='i&apos;m.special.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-276008873503836004</id><published>2010-05-05T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:22:41.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.wednesday.</title><content type='html'>A dress like this doesn't wait for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Em Gee - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LLOOVVEE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S-F-_d6DwrI/AAAAAAAABrg/C9SqLOy6pBI/s1600/tbags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S-F-_d6DwrI/AAAAAAAABrg/C9SqLOy6pBI/s400/tbags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467791051429495474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/beaded-strapless-long-dress-t/vp/v=1/845524441869296.htm?folderID=2534374302029428&amp;amp;fm=whatsnew-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8444470983209225751-276008873503836004?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/276008873503836004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=276008873503836004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/276008873503836004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/276008873503836004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/dressdaywednesday.html' title='dress.day.wednesday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S-F-_d6DwrI/AAAAAAAABrg/C9SqLOy6pBI/s72-c/tbags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4498428665384729983</id><published>2010-05-03T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:41:58.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>farley.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read a book, seen a movie or heard a story where you already know how it's going to end, but you're still completely caught off guard when it ends the way you knew it would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S9-widVMj5I/AAAAAAAABrM/KY_-9e0foH0/s1600/farley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S9-widVMj5I/AAAAAAAABrM/KY_-9e0foH0/s400/farley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467282578686644114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been sobbing for the last forty-five minutes to an hour, as I finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chris-Farley-Show-Biography-Three/dp/B002XULYAK/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1272950746&amp;amp;sr=8-5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chris Farley Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  This book broke me.  I have read so many biographies - always about people who died too young; who died before anyone was ready for them to go - and never have I been affected like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pile of used kleenex on my bed is seriously large.  I have been crying so hard that I couldn't even read the words on the pages.  It's a wonderful book, written in such a first-hand manner that you cannot help but feel it all that much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material is so familiar - I know all those sketches; I've seen all those movies - and yet so very foreign.  I had no idea how much there was behind it all.  It's so tragic and so heart-rending... I don't even know what to say.  I'm so glad I read it, but I'm so sad now.  I knew what was coming at the end of this book, but I just didn't want it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it.  It's really, really good.  It's poignant and more honest than you want it to be, and funny - but sad-funny.  It's hard to read but you can't put it down.  It's a heart-breaking story about a wonderful person.  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on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-700109383577225875?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/700109383577225875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=700109383577225875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/700109383577225875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/700109383577225875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/05/reward.html' title='reward.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-1296002781379061956</id><published>2010-04-27T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:29:40.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes.please.</title><content type='html'>Dress Day Friday came and went last week, but would you like to see a shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S9fHgufJe4I/AAAAAAAABqk/Fp05SiJHEew/s1600/juicy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S9fHgufJe4I/AAAAAAAABqk/Fp05SiJHEew/s400/juicy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465056037885803394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/gillian-open-toe-suede-booties/vp/v=1/845524441865764.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8444470983209225751-1296002781379061956?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1296002781379061956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=1296002781379061956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1296002781379061956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/1296002781379061956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesplease.html' title='yes.please.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S9fHgufJe4I/AAAAAAAABqk/Fp05SiJHEew/s72-c/juicy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7371464864442487268</id><published>2010-04-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:39:49.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><title type='text'>stuff.and.things.</title><content type='html'>I even missed Dress Day Friday this week... I suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy at work that I have just completely lost time for things like reading and blogging and other hobbies I enjoy.  I've managed to carve out some space for booze, because I use it as a coping mechanism (cough, intervention... just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we last spoke (a week ago)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I went to Kezar with the guys to watch the Sharks game.  The most boring Sharks game in the history of the game of hockey.  Do you know that hockey games are really long?  But it's okay because they are punctuated by exciting goals and shocking fights and trying to find the puck in the vast white expanse on the television otherwise known as the ice.  The Sharks game...  a solid three periods of no scoring.  The Sharks took 50 (FIFTY) shots and did not score.  The Avalanche only took 15 and did not score.  Yes there were fights, which were exciting at first, but got really old really fast.  Hey guys, stop fighting with each other and maybe play hockey, yes?  I looked around the table and we were all yawning, aside from Tada of course, who is a die hard Sharks fan.  So three periods, no goals... that means overtime.  Fifty seconds (FIFTY) into overtime and the Sharks SCORED ON THEMSELVES.  WHAT.  Seriously, that's what that game accumulated to?  For real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think we would have all been ready for bed after that, but instead we decided to go to another bar.  There, we (me and three dudes) discussed tampons and bugs (not at the same time... but the bugs topic followed the tampons topic... I don't even know how we segued).  So random.  And really gross.  And then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to the lady doctor.  It was my first time with this doctor because my insurance changed when I switched jobs last summer.  She did her thing... and then took pictures of my cervix.  And made me look at them.  I've seen my cervix.  So that's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we did pub trivia, a common and beloved pastime for my group of friends.  We didn't win (we never do), but we had fun anyways.  Sit on this one, you guys.  What is the only anagram of the word "stationed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to &lt;a href="http://www.wineenthusiast.com/toast/"&gt;Toast of the Town&lt;/a&gt; with Shannon.  Free wine?  Yes, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, out with the coworkers, then up Saturday morning for brunch with Shan and Emily.  We tried out &lt;a href="http://www.herbivorerestaurant.com/"&gt;Herbivore&lt;/a&gt;, which was really good.  Definitely want to head back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up and went for a run - for the first time in months.  Shannon, Terry and I signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.ingbaytobreakers.com/"&gt;Bay to Breakers&lt;/a&gt;, so in the next three weeks I need to get to a place where I can run 7.5 miles.  Not too difficult, but a decent chunk of it is uphill, so I definitely need to start training.  I did two and a quarter miles today and it wasn't bad, aside from the hills (I shake my fist at you, San Francisco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watching Gangs of New York on AMC.  Except the power just went out.  What?  It's 57 degrees with not a cloud in the sky.  Why do I not have power?  Dammit, I was really getting into the movie.  I can't remember how it ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my apartment but totally don't want to.  Instead I just keep sighing over this purse I really want to buy.  It's too much.  But I set aside money for taxes and I have some left over.  But do I want to buy one thing or many things with that money?  Also it's white.  Am I asking for trouble with that?  But the bottom is brown, so I've got that going for me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the power would come back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later:&lt;br /&gt;The power is back on.  I went to Alamo Square to hang out with Antonio, which is always enjoyable.  Good to catch up - it's been a while.  Friends, beer, sunshine... perfect.  Now I'm back home; slightly sunburned (but okay with that) and have finished Gangs of New York.  Great movie, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does tomorrow have to be Monday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-7371464864442487268?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7371464864442487268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7371464864442487268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7371464864442487268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7371464864442487268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuffandthings.html' title='stuff.and.things.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-478049078345263833</id><published>2010-04-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:50:53.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a.b.c.</title><content type='html'>Stealing this from &lt;a href="http://www.afever.com/2010/04/kelly-at-dare-to-be-domestic-did-this.html"&gt;Lora&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://daretobedomestic.blogspot.com/2010/04/abcs-of-me.html"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;... I liked their posts so much I wanted to do my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a. area code: &lt;/b&gt;I live in 415 but my phone is still good old 847 (Chicago suburbs) - best of both worlds.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b. bed size: &lt;/b&gt;Queen, but I long for a California King and an apartment big enough to hold one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;c. chore you hate:&lt;/b&gt; Laundry.  If I had a washer and dryer in my apartment I wouldn't mind it at all.  But the whole saving-quarters-lugging-my-dirty-clothes-to-the-basement-only-to-find-that-both-of-the-washing-machines-are-in-use-and-someone-left-their-stuff-in-the-dryer-also-why-did-I-buy-this-10-lb-economy-jug-of-detergent situation just bugs the crap out of me.  So yeah, laundry.  And my clutter.  Somehow there is always clutter and I am completely inept at getting rid of it.  I dream of a sparse, clean apartment.  I do not live in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d. dog's name:&lt;/b&gt; Sadie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uNtClbdkI/AAAAAAAABp8/Ud-ZwK-DP6I/s1600/sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uNtClbdkI/AAAAAAAABp8/Ud-ZwK-DP6I/s400/sadie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461614778044347970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e. essential "start of the day" item:&lt;/b&gt; Orange juice.  It's so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;f. favorite color:&lt;/b&gt; Red is my standard answer, but for a while now I've been really digging &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this yellow/orange situation&lt;/span&gt;.  Goldenrod?  Or maybe it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;more on the yellow side&lt;/span&gt;.   Dandelion?  Somewhere in between those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;g. gold or silver:&lt;/b&gt; I don't wear jewelry.  It's this weird thing about me.  Instead I wear these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uO-38BmSI/AAAAAAAABqE/XDLzZadr7xI/s1600/mane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uO-38BmSI/AAAAAAAABqE/XDLzZadr7xI/s400/mane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461616183935605026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a hair tie, but there is NO way that thing would keep my hair up. I just wear them on my wrist.  Want your own?  Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ManeMessage"&gt;Mane Message&lt;/a&gt; on Etsy!  I also just got this, which I'm super excited about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uPp9l0s-I/AAAAAAAABqM/PyQ0WVbWOfs/s1600/cuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uPp9l0s-I/AAAAAAAABqM/PyQ0WVbWOfs/s400/cuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461616924187472866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freepeople.com/accessories-jewelry-bracelets---watches/floral-leather-cuff/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Free People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;h. height:&lt;/b&gt; 5'5". And 1/8".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i. instruments you play:&lt;/b&gt; Played the clarinet for the one year we were required to join band in grade school.  Quit as soon as it became an optional activity.  Hated every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;j. job:&lt;/b&gt; I'm an interactive producer (which probably doesn't mean much of anything to most of you... I produce websites and various other digital advertising and marketing items... I love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;k. kids:&lt;/b&gt; No.  I will think yours are cute.  I will hold yours for 5ish minutes.  I may even babysit someday.  But I plan on being "Cool Aunt Katey."  No babies.  Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;l. living arrangements:&lt;/b&gt; Studio apartment.  I love it dearly but wish I had room for a couch.  Even a large chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;m. mom's name:&lt;/b&gt; Debbie... love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uZ--0TFiI/AAAAAAAABqc/FEUciVp9eVs/s1600/deb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uZ--0TFiI/AAAAAAAABqc/FEUciVp9eVs/s400/deb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461628280410150434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;n. nickname:&lt;/b&gt; My family calls me Kater, which is short for Katerooski, which is what my dad used to call me as a kid (and still does sometimes, which I love).  A lot of my high school friends call me Kate.  I love, love, LOVE when my friends and family call me Kater or Kate... I don't know why those nicknames are such a big deal to me, but I love them.  No one in SF calls me anything but Katey (which is not a nickname to begin with... it's actually my official name - not Katherine, as most people assume), and I feel like my nicknames show a level of affection from my friends that I sometimes really miss out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o. overnight hospital stay:&lt;/b&gt; Spent almost a week at a hospital in London while I was studying abroad.  We took a weekend trip to Amsterdam and I drank the tap water... that's as close as I can come to a guess as to why I got sick.  They never were able to figure out what was wrong with me, which was unfortunate because I was in severe pain and all they could give me was tylenol, because they felt uncomfortable giving me anything stronger without a diagnosis first... awesome.   Kelley was the one thing that got me through that week... she was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p. pet peeve:&lt;/b&gt; People who chew with their mouths open.  People who pass the buck.  People who talk a lot but don't DO anything.  Women who dress inappropriately for flights and sporting events (heels?  seriously??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;q. quote from movie:&lt;/b&gt; "So are you guys like boyfriend girlfriend, steady dates, lovers? C'mon sporto, level with me, do you slip her the hot beef injection?"  It was on last night at like 2 in the morning.  LOVE that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;r. righty or lefty:&lt;/b&gt; Southpaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;s. siblings:&lt;/b&gt; Keller :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uVzx2RI5I/AAAAAAAABqU/Hdpvo31gk58/s1600/sis.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/_unpezydPAvs/S8uVzx2RI5I/AAAAAAAABqU/Hdpvo31gk58/s400/sis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461623689903678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t. time you wake up:&lt;/b&gt; It used to be 7:45 (I live literally half a block from my office), but now it's 7:00 because I have these damn daily calls for my Roku project that happen an hour before anyone else gets to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u. underwear:&lt;/b&gt; Is this a yes or no question?  Yes.  Yes to underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;v. vegetables you dislike:&lt;/b&gt; Onions completely freak me out.  It's a texture thing.  The rest I can tolerate, but there are quite a few others I could do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;w. ways or reasons you are late&lt;/b&gt;: I'm usually on time.  If I'm running late it's because I'm having one of those I-hate-everything-in-my-closet-I'm-ugly-and-fat kind of days.  Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x. x-rays:&lt;/b&gt; Just my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;y. yummy food you make:&lt;/b&gt; Guac.  And spicy crab dip.  I'm killer with the appetizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;z. zoo animals you like:&lt;/b&gt; I'm anti zoo.  And anti aquarium, for that matter.  I don't believe in keeping animals in captivity.  What kind of life is that?  It's a fucking disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that cheery note, I've got to get ready... heading to Kezar to watch the Sharks game with the guys... wish it didn't have to be Monday tomorrow, but I'll do what I can with the rest of Sunday.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-478049078345263833?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/478049078345263833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=478049078345263833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/478049078345263833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/478049078345263833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/abc.html' title='a.b.c.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8uNtClbdkI/AAAAAAAABp8/Ud-ZwK-DP6I/s72-c/sadie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-4326180217474647749</id><published>2010-04-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:00:54.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.(saturday.)</title><content type='html'>Okay I promise to take a picture of myself in the &lt;a href="http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhi.html"&gt;oh.hi. dress&lt;/a&gt;, as there has been much demand to actually see this thing... you guys are going to think I'm crazy... it's not THAT bad, it just felt that way on me, you know?  Do you ever think something is so cute but it's just not YOU?  Yeah, that's me in that dress.  It's from Banana and I tried to go to the website to get an image of it, but it's sold out (go figure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I owe you a picture.  Which you will then laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, here is a shout out to Kelly Fisher, a girl who I love and adore... we've been friends since 5th grade (Mr. Natrop, holler!).  She is an ally, a confidant and one of the best friends I've ever had - we call each other "bitch" and "whore" with the greatest affection, totally crack each other up and also we're both REALLY pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisher signed up for a gmail account JUST so she could leave comments on my blog!  Love.her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pyHU4TatI/AAAAAAAABpc/7LP_09a-nG4/s1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pyHU4TatI/AAAAAAAABpc/7LP_09a-nG4/s400/fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461302968329661138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(our beauty in full effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pykegJR1I/AAAAAAAABpk/xMabd3YpYEg/s1600/fish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pykegJR1I/AAAAAAAABpk/xMabd3YpYEg/s400/fish2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461303469128894290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(texting a boy... giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pyk1rl1pI/AAAAAAAABps/SQmEJaI7X-8/s1600/fish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pyk1rl1pI/AAAAAAAABps/SQmEJaI7X-8/s400/fish3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461303475350918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(if you know us, you've seen us in a million moments like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now on to Dress Day Friday!  I'm headed over to Mike's tonight to grill out and I'm wearing this dress despite the fact that it's 58 degrees outside.  Dear Summer:  GET HERE NOW.  See what I'm doing there?  I'm putting the summer vibe out into the universe so that it will come back to me.  HOP TO IT, SUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;I bought this dress a few weeks ago and have been (im)patiently waiting to wear it.  It's simple and cute - perfect for summer (if it ever gets here)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pzsB0KkDI/AAAAAAAABp0/oewfVMkytpY/s1600/susana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pzsB0KkDI/AAAAAAAABp0/oewfVMkytpY/s400/susana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461304698378817586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/skinny-halter-dress-susana-monaco/vp/v=1/845524441858000.htm?folderID=2534374302023860&amp;amp;fm=browse-brand-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/a&gt;&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/8444470983209225751-4326180217474647749?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4326180217474647749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=4326180217474647749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4326180217474647749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/4326180217474647749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/dressdayfridaysaturday.html' title='dress.day.friday.(saturday.)'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S8pyHU4TatI/AAAAAAAABpc/7LP_09a-nG4/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-6509927726325368407</id><published>2010-04-14T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:57:18.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>oh.hi.</title><content type='html'>I just brought myself to a stopping point with work for the night and I was trying to put away the massive pile of clothes that I've been ceremoniously moving from the bed to the chair every night and from the chair to the bed every morning, when a Twix commercial came on and this guy made this really dumb joke that involved blogging.  And I was all, "Oh, blogging!  Oh yeah, I have a blog! ...Not that anyone probably reads it anymore because they can't count on me for any sort of regular posting schedule..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you blog.  I miss you, those who read my blog.  I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick this week.  You should see me... I look sick (pale skin, puffy eyes, hair that somehow won't go in the right direction despite the fact that I have showered and used product, a blow dryer and a straightening iron), I sound sick (man voice, hacking cough, various gross noises coming from my nasal region), and on top of that I feel pretty sure that I have sick breath, which is one of the grossest kinds of breaths to have; plus it tastes bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I wore this new dress.  The idea behind the dress was that I was just willing myself to not be ill.  I stayed home from work yesterday because I was feeling so bad, and while I felt no better this morning, I had another day of back-to-back meetings facing me and I just didn't see how I could stay home again (despite working a full 10 hours on Tuesday, when I stayed home).  So I was all, "I know, I'll wear a dress.  I really want to be in my sweats, but I will wear this dress and WILL the sickness out of me!"  (I was not successful in this endeavor... my throat is currently on fire and I am using toilet paper to blow my nose.)  But here's the thing about this dress... it's a new dress and I thought I was going to love it and it is pretty cute, but it is so not me.  It's just kind of... preppy?...girly?...question mark?  All day I was like, people must be wondering why I look funny.  It's my preppy dress.  I felt like I should have a bow in my hair or something.  It was weird.  And I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I could wear this dress:&lt;br /&gt;- To church on Easter&lt;br /&gt;- At a baptism that involves little girls wearing white patent leather shoes&lt;br /&gt;- To brunch with people who have more money than I do&lt;br /&gt;- On a yacht with people who own boat shoes&lt;br /&gt;- On a buggy ride with Anne Shirley and Marilla Cuthbert (wait, I think this dress might show too much boob for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is riveting stuff, isn't it?  You're on the edge of your seat right now, aren't you?  I know you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes my day.  (Highlights include some love sent my way from Katherine, Fisher and my sister, as well as watching Glee for a second consecutive day... yay, Glee!).  I have taken NyQuil and will now go brush my teeth.  I'm sure you're eager to hear how that goes for me, but I have to leave you wanting more so you'll come back to visit me another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys... sleep well.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-6509927726325368407?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6509927726325368407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=6509927726325368407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6509927726325368407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/6509927726325368407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhi.html' title='oh.hi.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-2877764124367449537</id><published>2010-04-09T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:15:44.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.</title><content type='html'>And here it is:  your Dress Day Friday post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in love with this dress for months now.  It's on serious sale, but I haven't bought it because I just don't know where I would actually wear it.  And the back is see-through.  And I'm not one of those girls who is willing to wear crazy bra contraption things that allow for a see-through back.  Although I WOULD consider just rocking a black bra and owning it.  All the same... I live in San Francisco.  No one gets dressed up.  Where would I ever wear this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it pretty?!  (*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7_CuqPH9QI/AAAAAAAABpU/UXybqMQOVz4/s1600/pencey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7_CuqPH9QI/AAAAAAAABpU/UXybqMQOVz4/s400/pencey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458295380263826690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/accordion-dress-pencey/vp/v=1/845524441856818.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS.  Not with those boots.  I am not Miley Cyrus.&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/8444470983209225751-2877764124367449537?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2877764124367449537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=2877764124367449537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2877764124367449537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/2877764124367449537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/dressdayfriday.html' title='dress.day.friday.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7_CuqPH9QI/AAAAAAAABpU/UXybqMQOVz4/s72-c/pencey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-269651340091190787</id><published>2010-04-09T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:03:53.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>my.fascinating.life.</title><content type='html'>I didn't post all week... and here is what I've been up to since last you heard from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night:&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- finally watched Project Runway ("proj") and Vampire Diaries&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You" on repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You" on repeat&lt;br /&gt;- met up with Mike, Peter and Tada for the Final Four games, then had an incredible dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.nopasf.com/"&gt;nopa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;- got up early to get to Shannon and Terry's to make it to church (Catholic mass), only for the three of us to arrive late enough that we couldn't even get in the door... we walked to the side of the building, put our hands on the church wall and said our own Easter prayer (including our hope for equal rights for all and an end to pedophilia in our church)... then we went to brunch&lt;br /&gt;- watched "Up in the Air" and "District 9" from the comfort of Shan &amp;amp; Terry's living room&lt;br /&gt;- signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.farmfreshtoyou.com/index.php"&gt;Farm Fresh to You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- registered to run &lt;a href="http://www.ingbaytobreakers.com/"&gt;Bay to Breakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You" on repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You" on repeat&lt;br /&gt;- watched the March Madness championship game with Mike and Daniel (boo Duke!!!  hiss!!)&lt;br /&gt;- had an insanely good dinner at &lt;a href="https://www.townhallsf.com/flashsite/index.php"&gt;Town Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You" on repeat&lt;br /&gt;- team offsite... &lt;a href="http://www.adventurecat.com/"&gt;Adventure Cat&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;- had a drunk coworker decide it would be a good idea to see if I wanted to have sex (I said no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You" on repeat&lt;br /&gt;- out with Jane, Chrissy and E for a couple of drinks&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- "Fix You on repeat&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;... is today... but never fear, I DID listen to "Fix You" on repeat.  I'm going through a thing.  Bear with me.  I swear I will once again post more frequently and about more interesting topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of interesting topics, I am reading a GREAT book right now - I fully recommend it:  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/19th-Wife-Novel-David-Ebershoff/dp/0812974158/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1270857670&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The 19th Wife&lt;/a&gt;.  I have trouble putting it down, but there's all that pesky work and my feelings and Coldplay.  Seriously though, pick this one up, it's captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress Day Friday post to follow... (like clockwork)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8444470983209225751-269651340091190787?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/269651340091190787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=269651340091190787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/269651340091190787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/269651340091190787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/myfascinatinglife.html' title='my.fascinating.life.'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8444470983209225751.post-7763341392537524729</id><published>2010-04-02T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:42:16.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDF'/><title type='text'>dress.day.friday.(also.hi.again.)</title><content type='html'>It's been eight million years since I've posted (eight million years = two weeks).  I'm in the middle of a life thing right now and as I try to get through it I'm just not sure what to say, so I just haven't said anything. I'm trying to get through it ("The only way out is through" - Anthony Rapp's memoir, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without You&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm listening to Coldplay's "Fix You" on repeat.  (Although Mike sent me &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1931594"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yesterday in an attempt to make fun of me for loving Taylor Swift, but it totally backfired on him because I loooove it and have been replaying it over and over and over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Friday and I will use this Dress Day Friday post to slip back into my blog - maybe it's a little bit of a cop out, but c'mon, you know you all love Dress Day Fridays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I missed last week's Dress Day Friday, Fisher told me I have to post a dress AND shoes to make up for it - okay Fisher, this one's for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Dress/Shoe Day Friday comes to you with all my anticipation for summer - I want this outfit and I want the weather to support it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7bFBYfgKhI/AAAAAAAABpE/VYwq3nESDAI/s1600/tbags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7bFBYfgKhI/AAAAAAAABpE/VYwq3nESDAI/s400/tbags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455764626151057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/ruffle-neck-dress-t-bags/vp/v=1/845524441863792.htm?folderID=2534374302076779&amp;amp;fm=other-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7bFPtqVS0I/AAAAAAAABpM/wgsQKjB_Dqg/s1600/cynthia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7bFPtqVS0I/AAAAAAAABpM/wgsQKjB_Dqg/s400/cynthia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455764872351796034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/luella-zip-wedge-sandals-twelfth/vp/v=1/845524441858516.htm?folderID=2534374302026286&amp;amp;fm=browse-brand-shopbysize-viewall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image via Shopbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8444470983209225751-7763341392537524729?l=kateyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7763341392537524729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8444470983209225751&amp;postID=7763341392537524729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7763341392537524729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8444470983209225751/posts/default/7763341392537524729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kateyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/dressdayfridayalsohiagain.html' title='dress.day.friday.(also.hi.again.)'/><author><name>kateyleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183517489370261337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/TL5rdjafRYI/AAAAAAAABsg/I8Hg5XxYPbg/S220/photo-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpezydPAvs/S7bFBYfgKhI/AAAAAAAABpE/VYwq3nESDAI/s72-c/tbags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
