<?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-4725500391944056224</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:28:52.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet catastrophe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-7885204655668931438</id><published>2011-09-28T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:06:17.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day nine.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - How you hope your future will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what everyone wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't I want to climb the ranks in my profession? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because yeah. We all need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'll be this entire roller coaster ride known as life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-7885204655668931438?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/7885204655668931438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=7885204655668931438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/7885204655668931438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/7885204655668931438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-nine.html' title='day nine.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-5711086618252032298</id><published>2011-09-25T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:52:45.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day eight.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge &lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents surprised me and came up to visit. Mom had been here once before, the day after I moved. So all she saw was an apartment full of boxes, the building I'd be working in and a brewhouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they both came into an almost totally set up apartment. Pictures on walls. Nothing in boxes. Bed with a frame. Beer in the fridge. Working AC. Internet and cable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a campus tour. They got to see my building and my office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken a while for me to get here, professionally and emotionally. Hearing my parents say how happy they are for me and how proud they are honestly makes my heart soar. I want to do better and do more for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the reason I'm here. When all else is crumbling, I know I have them to lean on. I am who I am because of my parents. Always teaching me to be true to myself. Be strong. Be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-5711086618252032298?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/5711086618252032298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=5711086618252032298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/5711086618252032298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/5711086618252032298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-eight.html' title='day eight.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-1503913548751605916</id><published>2011-09-21T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:48:23.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day seven.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taurus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Enjoys the rewards of the game:&lt;/strong&gt; YES. Whether it is sports or work related, I like victory and feeling accomplished. Trophies and promotions don't hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Comforted by pleasing/soothing things:&lt;/strong&gt; I like candles. And wine. Does that count? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Artistic:&lt;/strong&gt; Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Go getter: &lt;/strong&gt;Again, yes. I'm the type of person that when I find something I want, I won't stop until I get it. That's how I got this job. I seem to be that way with men also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Practical:&lt;/strong&gt; At times. I do like being spontaneous. Being impulsive gets the best of me given the situation. Growing up and being on my own has taught me to be more on the practical side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Reliable:&lt;/strong&gt; Very. I don't want to be serenaded by Matt and Allie with the chorus of "Sketchy Friends" so I stick to my guns. When I say I'm down for something, I'm down. No questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Life full of beauty:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, I like nice things. Who doesn't? I don't spend fortunes on designer purses and shoes. Not knocking you if that's your thing, but it's not mine. I spend money on art. And clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sappy:&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly, yes. I'm a HUGE sap. Books, songs, movies, weddings, babies- you name it. They can all make me cry in the drop of a hat. I think of myself like a piece of candy that has a hard exterior but the inside is soft and juicy. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Romantic:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes and no. Every girl likes a bit of romance. Me? I find it to be cheesy most times. Maybe that's because I'm too independent. Maybe it's because I've never been truly romanced by a man. All I know is that I hate roses and Valentine's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Slow and steady workpace:&lt;/strong&gt; More of the "Get it done right now" type. I like to get my work done and then have little left to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Short temper:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah. Ask my family. Or anyone I've ever dated. It's gotten better. MUCH better. Working with moronic adults helped with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Outdoorsy:&lt;/strong&gt; Sports, walking, tanning- yes. Camping- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Enjoys theaterical arts:&lt;/strong&gt; Always have. Always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Devoted:&lt;/strong&gt; What a silly question. Yes, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-1503913548751605916?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/1503913548751605916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=1503913548751605916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/1503913548751605916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/1503913548751605916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-seven.html' title='day seven.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-1927231074411205776</id><published>2011-09-20T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:25:35.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day six.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Write 30 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think music makes the world go round. &lt;br /&gt;2. LOVE my job. &lt;br /&gt;3. Gallbladder-less. &lt;br /&gt;4. My parents are amazing. I strive to be like my mom and pray that I find a man like my dad. &lt;br /&gt;5. Love doing hair and makeup. A small part of me has always wanted to make it a career. &lt;br /&gt;6. The beach is my happy place.&lt;br /&gt;7. My first kiss was awful. We collided, hit teeth and were in pain for several days afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;8. Allie is Stinky. I am Crusty. &lt;br /&gt;9. Fall is my favorite time of year.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pizza. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;11. Lactose intolerant. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;12. I don't like cats. Aside from Isabelle. &lt;br /&gt;13. Have five tattoos. And yes, I want more. &lt;br /&gt;14. My sister is a ginger. &lt;br /&gt;15. Never had jelly until the end of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;16. Kids make me joyful. &lt;br /&gt;17. My fridge is packed full of wedding and birth announcements. &lt;br /&gt;18. At age 20, found out I had borderline hearing loss.&lt;br /&gt;19. Jesus rocks.&lt;br /&gt;20. I love candles. Nothing fruity. Woodsy scents only, please.&lt;br /&gt;21. Apple. All the way. I've come to loathe PCs.&lt;br /&gt;22. My taste buds are weird and I have to dilute almost everything that I drink.&lt;br /&gt;23. My piano got left behind in my move. Makes me horribley sad. &lt;br /&gt;24. Huge sports fan, especially the Auburn Tigers and New York Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;25. Enjoy doing the little things for people. Whether it's sending a card, picking up a small gift or anything in between. &lt;br /&gt;26. Traveling is a big part of my job. I just went to Arkansas and Missouri for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;27. On the same note, I've never been outside of North America. That will change. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;28. I have an entire closet devoted to shoes. Yes, the whole thing. Is. Shoes. &lt;br /&gt;29. Terrified of heights.&lt;br /&gt;30. I'm awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took me way too long to finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-1927231074411205776?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/1927231074411205776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=1927231074411205776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/1927231074411205776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/1927231074411205776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-six.html' title='day six.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-8606841510375883356</id><published>2011-09-12T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:14:09.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day five.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - A time you thought about ending your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was on a downhill slope with more hospital stays and scares. I knew the end was coming. But she was my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's all I'm really going to say about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone came into my life after she passed. He helped more than he will ever know. Back then and now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-8606841510375883356?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/8606841510375883356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=8606841510375883356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/8606841510375883356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/8606841510375883356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-five.html' title='day five.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-6823308951880505623</id><published>2011-09-11T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:33:10.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day four.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - A DIY tutorial or something you'd like to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite the crafty gal. I love to paint. And I'm forever making things for people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest project was painting an old bed frame. Another was taking old utensils and bending them, attaching to a wooden block and making a key rack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list- belt holder made from old weathered plywood with hooks drilled in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could paint my apartment. The beige walls are quite drab. (Insert wall decals here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-6823308951880505623?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/6823308951880505623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=6823308951880505623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/6823308951880505623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/6823308951880505623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/30-day-blog-challenge-day-4-diy.html' title='day four.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-2050781597203496712</id><published>2011-09-07T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:33:39.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day three.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs: I don't like them. They hurt you. They hurt the people you love. And sometimes bring on the worst thing possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A specific friend comes to mind when I think about drugs. I was close with them growing up, but the wrong crowd caused that person to turn to drugs. Our whole group grew apart. And recently, they were trying to come off whatever they were on and went missing for several days. That's not a good feeling, I don't care who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol: I do like it. But if not used responsibly, can bring on the same repercussions as that drugs do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that I've been drinking for several years now. With age, I know the boundaries of drinking. I grew up watching my family members drink but it was always imprinted in my mind that you would be able to when you're of age. It makes me sick to see parents buy their high school students alcohol. You're the parent. Act like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-2050781597203496712?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/2050781597203496712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=2050781597203496712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/2050781597203496712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/2050781597203496712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-three.html' title='day three.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-3868529878759422011</id><published>2011-08-03T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:22:55.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day two.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Where you'd like to be in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my lack of posting yesterday. I got on an unpacking kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years. I'll be 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be in a university setting in some way. With my Master's and hopefully having/working on a Doctorate. I want to be married. I'd like to have a child, if that's in the plans for me. Own a house. Finally get my Volvo XC90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still love life. Still love my job. Be close with my family and with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out world. I'll still be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-3868529878759422011?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/3868529878759422011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=3868529878759422011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/3868529878759422011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/3868529878759422011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-two.html' title='day two.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-649731219887870088</id><published>2011-08-01T19:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:34:14.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day one.</title><content type='html'>30-Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Your current relationship. (If single discuss how single life is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I wonder, if anything could ever feel like real forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt more cared for, more protected or more loved than I do with Daniel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off as friends. We worked together and I never paid him much attention aside from when he'd walk in front of me, if you catch my drift. It took me a while to really notice him and give him a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months of talking, hanging out and a few makeout sessions- we decided it was silly for us not to be together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've learned how caring he is. Not only for me, but his friends and family. He is a protector. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's strong. He's smart. He's funny. He's a great cook. He's a musician. And he's all mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me moving to another state won't be easy. He just says it's another chapter in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right. And he IS right. For me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-649731219887870088?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/649731219887870088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=649731219887870088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/649731219887870088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/649731219887870088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-one.html' title='day one.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-890053329729091905</id><published>2011-07-29T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:21:03.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter four.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow starts a new chapter in my life. I'm moving from what is my home state of Alabama to Tennessee. For a job. All by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, right? Perhaps. I feel great about it though. Maybe a bit stressed, but nothing that faith and relationships can't handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start writing again. It's been about a year. I'm going to start the 30 day blog challenge on Monday. Hopefully I won't be too tired from my first day of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-Day Blog Challenge: Overview &lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Your current relationship. (If single discuss how single life is.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Where you'd like to be in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - A DIY tutorial or something you'd like to make.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - A time you thought about ending your own life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Write 30 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - How you hope your future will be like.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - Discuss your first love and first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - Put your Ipod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - Bullet your whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - Somewhere you'd like to move or visit.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - Your earliest memory.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Your favorite Blogger's.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Your hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Your highs and lows of this past year.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - Your hometown.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - Why you blog.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - How important you think education is.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - One of your favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - How have you changed in the past 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous who you find attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - Your favorite movie and what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Someone who fascinates you and why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - What kind of person attracts you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A problem that you have had.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - Something that you miss.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - Goals for the next 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - Your highs and lows of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-890053329729091905?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/890053329729091905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=890053329729091905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/890053329729091905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/890053329729091905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-four.html' title='chapter four.'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4725500391944056224.post-1521571913964924461</id><published>2010-07-27T22:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:03:50.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10:51 pm - 11:00 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My head tends to be clearer when I write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And haven't been writing much of anything the past few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here lies my method for gaining clarity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Cue waves rolling in, moonlit background, alternative music playing from Mac Book, cool&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;breeze tossing beach waves into knots, toes moving in time to the beat, zero clouds, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stars&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;splashed across sky like paint, mind goes wandering...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4725500391944056224-1521571913964924461?l=ktenchap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/feeds/1521571913964924461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4725500391944056224&amp;postID=1521571913964924461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/1521571913964924461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4725500391944056224/posts/default/1521571913964924461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktenchap.blogspot.com/2010/07/1051-pm-1100-pm.html' title='10:51 pm - 11:00 pm'/><author><name>kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407641866980921117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcNkBJxbrcA/Tn9Bg7AlnMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rw9Uhrpa8jA/s220/180518_588660578889_156800374_32798652_7087879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
