<?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-2141966362437344627</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:21:39.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Cullen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.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-2141966362437344627.post-1386854563314358396</id><published>2009-04-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:56:43.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's going to dance with me now?</title><content type='html'>With the end of the school semester here, I have taken some time to reflect on the fun times spent with friends who will soon be leaving Provo. Even though for some it will just be for the semester and others it will be for a year and a half I'm going to miss them terribly. I will for sure miss the thursday/tuesday nights spent with Natalie Dew at dirty dancing, making fun of the girls who are too hard core for their own good (Im not sure if I can muster up the courage to take the class without you), and then lunch on fridays at locations where the waitresses now remember our orders. I will miss forcing Jessie to participate in dance parties in our living room or pressing her buttons just because it is fun. And of course pretending to fight, because with Caroline it actually is fighting and then I get injured. And I will miss Whitney Englund who is leaving for a year and a half to go to Hong Kong. Because no one will dance with me like she does. As I said to her the other night while driving back from a quick trip at Smiths...who is going to dance with me in the car like you do? Because no one I know does this besides us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you all already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-1386854563314358396?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1386854563314358396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=1386854563314358396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/1386854563314358396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/1386854563314358396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2009/04/whos-going-to-dance-with-me-now.html' title='Who&apos;s going to dance with me now?'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-7120610721084209665</id><published>2009-01-05T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:15:34.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Course This Happened...</title><content type='html'>So I'm at work everything is the same as always except for the fact that it had snowed about 4 inches. And when it snows men come and shovel the walk ways around the center in case of an emergency. Around 11:30 I hear there arrival. I also hear girls talking about them and I start to notice that they are checking them out through their windows, when all of a sudden two girls run down the hallway and inform me that they just saw them smoking pot. As I go into their room to look out the window at the three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shovelers&lt;/span&gt; I could only think of one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; thing to do, confront them. First thought that came to my head "well this is the only thing I could do at this hour, and I must show a positive example", second thought "this is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;". So with pride I walked to the door and with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;air&lt;/span&gt; of confrontation (not really because I'm Katie Cullen and I don't possess that attribute) I say, "Hey so some of our patients saw you smoking and you can't do that here." Then one of them replies "Oh, sorry we wont do it again". And then I didn't know what to say so I just turned around an went back inside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;...check. Worth it..totally, it had to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-7120610721084209665?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7120610721084209665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=7120610721084209665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7120610721084209665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7120610721084209665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-course-this-happened.html' title='Of Course This Happened...'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-7894549219221877798</id><published>2008-10-29T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:53:57.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/SQgyl4dYdQI/AAAAAAAAACs/DYsTNRgtowI/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511790974596354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/SQgyl4dYdQI/AAAAAAAAACs/DYsTNRgtowI/s320/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Have I not always said I would look fab in the 80's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-7894549219221877798?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7894549219221877798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=7894549219221877798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7894549219221877798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7894549219221877798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps.html' title='P.S'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/SQgyl4dYdQI/AAAAAAAAACs/DYsTNRgtowI/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-8328458680888996297</id><published>2008-10-28T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:27:08.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Think I Can Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;If I could learn and master any dance,it would be this video&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2141966362437344627-8328458680888996297?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8328458680888996297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=8328458680888996297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/8328458680888996297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/8328458680888996297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-think-i-can-dance.html' title='So I Think I Can Dance'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-5461131401798361642</id><published>2008-10-15T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:27:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://samishpatrol.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/ships-oceana_cruise_ship_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 275px;" alt="" src="http://samishpatrol.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/ships-oceana_cruise_ship_1.jpg" border="0" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay so I've done some serious research (yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; at work and refusing to write my psych paper)...I need to go on a cruise, and anyone can join me. So far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; leaning towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cruisin&lt;/span&gt; on the Carnival Conquest making three stops...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jamaica&lt;/span&gt;, cayman islands, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cozumel&lt;/span&gt;..yes please! Not only would we have a blast at those three fantastic locations but sailing the seas when your boat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with features such as 4 pools, 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hottubs&lt;/span&gt;, a spa, a fitness center, 22 bars/lounges, a casino, and lets not forget the dance club. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt; would be UNFORGETTABLE. and you can get this all for the low price of $549! You know you want to come, so lets make it happen! Because I need another vacation stat.&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/2141966362437344627-5461131401798361642?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5461131401798361642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=5461131401798361642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/5461131401798361642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/5461131401798361642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-serious.html' title='This Is Serious'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-6944821603299575856</id><published>2008-09-17T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:33:09.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as of Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I know its been a long time since I've written and so for the two people who read my blog (whitney and natalie) I am updating so you can know what exactly is going on in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#1 Am still single, and haven't been asked out on a date in like 4 weeks. But I still have hope because my mother once told me "maybe...someday...someone will love you like I do", thanks mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#2 Im going to fail my first physics test. And Im going to have to hire a tutor because I have no idea what is going on in the class, and it seems everyone but me knows the secrets of physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#3 I have come to the realization that there is a possibility that Im never going to graduate, and if I do graduate that I will never get into grad school. Pretty much I have reached the high of my life and now Im going to die a fat virgin working at a eating disorder clinic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#4 I have lost my mexican tan. Now all I can think about is mexico and wish everyday that I was back there being told daily that "you are my very own personal jlo" and "dang girl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#5 I want to be living in LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#6 I went to a flag football game and I was the only girl there that didnt have a significant other. embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Basically my future is dim, but I'm still kicking and finding joy in the little things. Like eating ice cream alone on a Wednesday night in preparation of failing my test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-6944821603299575856?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6944821603299575856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=6944821603299575856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/6944821603299575856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/6944821603299575856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-as-of-late.html' title='My Life as of Late'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-7490305958150052911</id><published>2008-07-19T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:29:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teagen Marie Downey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/SILa4HLiMEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K8Xg6MAxiVA/s1600-h/DSCN0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/SILa4HLiMEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K8Xg6MAxiVA/s320/DSCN0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224979175238152258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Teagen Marie Downey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;6 lbs 12 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Born July 14th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Here is my new niece, I already love her sooo much and I can't wait to see her in August (I'm very disappointed that I have to wait a whole month). I hear she is "just tiny and so cute" quote from my mother. She has my sister's fingers (which are long and abnormally strong), Josh's (brother in law) lips, and the Cullen asian eyes. I can't wait to hold her for the first time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-7490305958150052911?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7490305958150052911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=7490305958150052911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7490305958150052911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7490305958150052911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/07/teagen-marie-downey.html' title='Teagen Marie Downey'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/SILa4HLiMEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K8Xg6MAxiVA/s72-c/DSCN0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-117186350011851301</id><published>2008-07-03T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:34:47.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got five on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=3sGpcnzmzV0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My evening walk with Whitney was going quite well, talking as usual about random things that we see on the street. Ex: random family watching some video on their front lawn. And as we walked past we mentioned how wierd it was for people to do that then there was a chain hanging from a tree in their front yard. We of course came to the conclusion that they had noticed the one black person in provo and decided to learn how to linch people by watching instructional videos on youtube, which led into the conversation of what we would do if we ever saw that happening to someone. Then a fourteen year old boy decided to say hi to us as he ran past. But the highlight of the evening came as a red rodeo passed blasting "I've got five on it" which I dont think I've heard since 1998, so now it is stuck in my head and i must share it with the world. enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=3sGpcnzmzV0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=3sGpcnzmzV0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-117186350011851301?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/117186350011851301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=117186350011851301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/117186350011851301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/117186350011851301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-got-five-on-it.html' title='I&apos;ve got five on it'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-6272988782598583618</id><published>2008-06-11T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:36:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a Rut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Does anyone else feel like they are stuck this summer? I go to work and sleep that is my life....how depressing (i hate being a grown up). The fact that I'm looking forward to getting a wax this week is seriously disturbing, and that I made an impulse buy which is completely out of my character (a plane ticket to cancun, mexico) means only one thing. I am sick of this provo life. Sure I love my friends and I don't think that going home for the summer would be any funner. Lets face it, moving back home to live with my parents the summer before my senior year of college is not what I would call a step up from the provo scene. But I need something fun and exciting to be going on, if only the weather can stay above 75 so I can use my season pass to 7 peaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-6272988782598583618?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6272988782598583618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=6272988782598583618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/6272988782598583618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/6272988782598583618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuck-in-rut.html' title='Stuck in a Rut'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-7500035626309178493</id><published>2008-05-10T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:36:18.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;As most of you know I have taken the job opportunity as a care technician at a eating disorder clinic, and some might wonder what I actually do in my eight hour shift that brings so much joy in my life, here are just a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flush Toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch girls eat 6 times a day (big bonus to my job, because if i work the day shift all my meals are paid for)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to make sure no one has a huge breakdown (which about three times a day is unpreventable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get told to f*** off by angry new patients who were being forced to come by their parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become an official facebook stalker during the grave shift when I can't find anything productive to do at 3 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But seriously this is the first job I've ever really enjoyed, some days I even feel like I actually make a difference and a bonus is that I get caught up with all of my favorite tv shows during the grave shift because there is absolutely nothing to do the last 7 hours besides checking the girls every half hour to make sure they haven't died of heart failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-7500035626309178493?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7500035626309178493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=7500035626309178493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7500035626309178493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/7500035626309178493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/center.html' title='The Center'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141966362437344627.post-785994490986890666</id><published>2008-04-21T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:34:52.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Something To Blog About</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after having a blank page for about a month now, I finally have something to blog about. For the first time I, Katie Cullen, drove a stick shift. And I only stalled once (and it wasn't even that bad, luckily no one was behind me). This was only made possible by the continuous support of family and friends. Thanks to Gianna, Jessie, Whitney, and Caroline I was able to gain the confidence that I probably wouldn't kill myself and/or others on my way to work this morning. Through the experience of learning the ways of the stick shift these past few days I have gained compassion for all the manual drivers out there who stall at the light in critical moments, I too have felt there panic and from now on swear to never honk in anger (because that only makes the situation worse), and to never stare at them as I pass (question...why do people do that, the driver already knows your mad at them its not like they need you to remind them that they just cut you off, or that they stalled in the middle of the intersection two stop signs back). So if you see a white '93 ford ranger with me struggling in the drivers seat, smile and wave as you pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney, I hope one day I will stall at the intersection of university and 7th and you pass me angrily in the 5th avenue. Only then will it be acceptable for someone to stare me down in sunglasses made in the year of 1985.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141966362437344627-785994490986890666?l=ccullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/feeds/785994490986890666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141966362437344627&amp;postID=785994490986890666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/785994490986890666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141966362437344627/posts/default/785994490986890666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccullen.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-something-to-blog-about.html' title='Finally Something To Blog About'/><author><name>katie cullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513067141700282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfZPQNCtWzo/R-so-cH28cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UNmQ5u0JVUk/S220/P4070021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
