<?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-5251663754906608543</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:59:05.550-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>A piece of My Mind..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-4507932034424104696</id><published>2011-01-30T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:12:45.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things going on...</title><content type='html'>As soon as I came back from my trip.. I had many things going on and am going through many changes. I'm not sure when I'll be able to continue with an update of my trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-4507932034424104696?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/4507932034424104696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=4507932034424104696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/4507932034424104696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/4507932034424104696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-going-on.html' title='Things going on...'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8214570557237287307</id><published>2011-01-24T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:42:49.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Day 6</title><content type='html'>We woke up in Manila and I was ready to get the heck out of there. I wanted to visit my grandmas grave but didn’t have time. We woke up kinda late, which was good considering that we didn’t have much plans to go out and get food or cook. We decided to walk to 7-11 to get some snacks before having lunch. Maryann wanted to meet up with her friend Ronnel and I wanted to meet up with Serafin. I believe that what brings people closer are the experience they go through. My sister was getting weary of my paranoia and I think that we were both tired of the city and having to feel like we need to watch our back so we got into a disagreement before we left. We quickly resolved it but we can tell that this trip has taken a toll on both of us. Just dealing with things for my mom was a roller coaster in itself. Figuring out how to get from one place to another is also stressful. So we finally get picked up and all 11 of us had lunch together. Maryann and I didn’t realize that Ronnel had 8 of his family members with him and I didn’t realize that Serafin was going to pay for our lunch and it was a bit embarrassing. Ronnell, Maryann and I all tried to offer to pay, but Serafin declined. I was excited and happy for one reason; we were going to be able to go back to our temporary home. Eric called and told me that he got me a ride. Hes so nice to me and has done his best to really accommodate us. Not to mention the fact that we are staying at cha vicky’s house. So Jok Jok takes us to Erics house and I met his wife and child. We didn’t have time to see my grandma’s grave because the car needed to be back by 7 pm and to get to one area takes hours. Home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8214570557237287307?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8214570557237287307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8214570557237287307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8214570557237287307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8214570557237287307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/philippines-day-6.html' title='Philippines Day 6'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-1379069193394268431</id><published>2011-01-24T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:28:43.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Day 5</title><content type='html'>Once again we woke up early. We finally slept on a bed. We allowed our other family members to stay on the bed all the other nights that we were accompanied by someone. We traveled around lunch time and met up with our friend's condo that we were staying at. Our purpose in Manila was to take care of business and visit my cousins and aunt. I missed seeing them so much and didn’t realize it until I saw them. The first part of our adventure on our way to manila was the conversation we had with our mom. We got dropped off at Green Hills Mall and it was pretty awesome to buy stuff for such a cheap price. We bought my mom some dasters, which is a dress that older people wear here. I thought about getting one for myself but I’m too young for that stuff. Shopping can be a true addiction out here because everything is so inexpensive. We decided to get our nails done to kill time since no one was available until dinner time. It was only $3.00 to get our nails done. Yippy. After that we got a cab and gave the cab driver our location and he said he didn’t know where that was. Neither did I, so we hopped out of the taxi to wait for another. I realized that I couldn’t even explain to the driver where the location is. Its definitely not like Vegas where you have an idea where everything is and the drivers know where you get dropped off. I compare my experience to vegas because thats the only place Ive taken a cab in. So we took another cab and I did my best to not sound like a foreigner. After a few minutes being in the cab I was frantic but refused to show that. For those who know me, how I feel can often be told by the look of my face. I didn’t want the taxi drive to know that I wasn’t a native and that I didn’t know where we were going. We finally got to the condo. I was quickly realizing that this wasn’t the adventure I was thriving for. Its scary. Some of our family members kept telling us that it’s a central location, but it isn’t central to someone who has to wait around for a ride and inconvenience other people because they are incapable of figuring things out on their own. Its also scary because we are two young beautiful ladies and anything can happen. I wasn’t willing to take those risks, specially for my sister. At this point, I wanted to go home and was planning to shorten our trip by one day. I’m just not a city girl. I like quite areas and not a lot of traffic. Besides, my main reasons for going to Manila was to see my cousins. I could get my birth certificate online or something. We met my cousins at our condo and they were early. They took us back to Greenhills where we ate dinner. It was so nice to see my aunt and cousins and how they have grown up to have their own kids just like me. We ate so much and my cousin was kind enough to treat us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-1379069193394268431?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/1379069193394268431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=1379069193394268431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1379069193394268431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1379069193394268431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/philippines-day-5.html' title='Philippines Day 5'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5269286012679268715</id><published>2011-01-23T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:33:16.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Day 4</title><content type='html'>After taking care of some business, figuring out when and how much time our family has to spend with us and making sure that we aren’t stepping on anyone’s toes or overusing our welcome  with our neighbors we decided to finalize our plans to go to cebu. We felt the need to explore different places since we probably won’t be back here for a while unless it’s to take care of business matters.  Plus, we were ahead of the game as far as crunching numbers to figure out if we are giving mom enough money.  We went to Tagaytay which is like a mountain park and there most popular attraction is zip line.  I am a dare devil, but I have to admit it was scary.  I asked them regarding their death rate but I was strapped in and perhaps knowing that information wouldn’t have helped me.  Zip lining we went. For each person it was 500 pesos including souvenirs.  We took pictures of the beautiful scenery and walked on a very scary bridgea. Walking on a scary bridge is scarier than zip lining. After that, we decided to go back to Paseo and grabbed a bite to eat. Paseo is about the only place we go to for food, etc. We were with Jeff, Ate Jennifer, Josef and Dona.  After that, we went back home and decided to call it at night after Ate Jennifer and Josef left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5269286012679268715?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5269286012679268715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5269286012679268715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5269286012679268715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5269286012679268715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/philippines-day-4.html' title='Philippines Day 4'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3315969096830770882</id><published>2011-01-23T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:20:28.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Day 3</title><content type='html'>We went to my older cousin’s house, Ate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubot&lt;/span&gt;. We took a jeep and tricycle for the first time. We were accompanied by Josef. He is ate B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ubots&lt;/span&gt; son, and he is so nice. Actually, her whole family is. They are very hospitable. Our mom traveled there with some friend of hers but we really don’t know this lady so there is a trust factor that we are dealing with. We don’t want just random people to stay at my aunts house. We stayed at ate B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ubots&lt;/span&gt; and waited for ate Jennifer to come home from work. We got to see some family members, ate, took pictures, caught up. Its pretty crazy seeing my cousins all grown up with kids that were our age when we last hung out. We wanted mom to stay with us our entire trip, but she always seemed eager to go home. When it was time to leave, mom went back home with her friend and we traveled home with ate Jennifer through the tricycle and jeep. Its a pretty exciting experience. We stopped at Walter Marts and Mercury drugs to get our moms medicine. Two words.. Shady business. We walked around the mall and I bought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; for a whopping $2.00 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! I love that everything is inexpensive here. After that, we went to the grocery store and came home with Ate Jennifer. Ate Jennifer and I ended up catching up and talking, it was nice. Then off to bed we went. This time, we stayed up a bit later than 8:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3315969096830770882?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3315969096830770882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3315969096830770882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3315969096830770882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3315969096830770882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/philippines-day-3.html' title='Philippines Day 3'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-1609254401782980519</id><published>2011-01-23T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:10:04.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Day 2</title><content type='html'>We started our morning with a jog around the area.  We had to lock everything up because we had so many valuables, it wasn’t worth the risk leaving it unlocked.  My mom and Cha Lita stayed at the house. We didn’t get much sleep. I was sad and kinda depressed. I woke up crying silently so that I don’t wake my sister. I woke up at 3 am and got on the internet to talk to James. It’s so cool that he was able to set me up with my business soft phone and we can talk for free. Then I called the girls and it was so good to hear their sweet little voices.  After that, I felt much better.  So here we go our first full day here.   After jogging, we took our cold shower.  Wow we need our hot water. I know that most people here don’t need it because the weather is steadily warm, but we are just not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to look at houses today which one was of the main reasons why I went on this trip.  The houses we saw were very nice, but I guess everything is small here.  We headed to the Paseo and had lunch. I had my first glass of mango juice… yummy. We wrote our itenirary for the millionth time. We are doing the best we can to include our family members, but its so difficult to get everyone together because of their schedule. We ate a Filipino restaurant called Kanin Club.  People here are tired of eating Filipino food, but that’s the only thing my sister and I want to eat since we don't eat much filipino food in the U.S.  We are trying to adjust to the time difference and slept around 8:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-1609254401782980519?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/1609254401782980519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=1609254401782980519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1609254401782980519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1609254401782980519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/philippines-day-2.html' title='Philippines Day 2'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-6125652724892922907</id><published>2011-01-23T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:58:54.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Day 1</title><content type='html'>Although Maryann and I were excited, we were tired from our long flight. Paranoia set in as soon as we got off the plane because we weren't sure where to go. Luckily, we asked a lady before getting off the plane what the procedures were and she helped us out. The people who worked there were helpful, but there was one thing missing. WiFi. Taiwan had Free WiFi. I was counting on this to get a hold of whomever I needed to-- just in case. So we grab out luggage, and start walking towards the exit and I wasn't sure where to look for my cousin.. I felt like a lost child.. then I remembered the lady in the plane saying.. you have to go outside down to the bottom where everyone waits. So I eagerly followed everyone and tried to act like we fit in. There are all these people selling phone sim cards, loads, and I would have used it except, I didn't know how and didn't want to look like a tourist that people can take advantage of. Finally, I saw my cousin and I felt like a lost child finding their parent. As we were on the streets outside the airport, we saw many beggars carrying babies appearing to be breastfeeding. It was pretty sad for Maryann and I so we were going to give them some dollars. Our cousin advised us not to because apparently those babies may just be borrowed babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Eric, (my cousin) was kind enough to take us to moms house. It took a couple hours to get there and when we got out the car, we looked for our mom and I just started crying and hugged her for about 5 minutes. Then Maryann hugged her and her nose started bleeding. Then, we decided to drive down my Papa Jimmy's house which is just around the corner. We thought about staying there, but hadn't planned it in advance and didn't want to intrude. We went to the Palenke (Wet Market) to purchase a sim card, and got lunch. We ate and left to Cha Vicky's house (where we are staying for the entire trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our neighbors that evening and hung out with mom and Cha Lita. Then we tried to plan out the evening but we were too tired. We finally fell asleep uncertain about how this trip was going to go, who was going to drive us around, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-6125652724892922907?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/6125652724892922907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=6125652724892922907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/6125652724892922907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/6125652724892922907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/philippines-day-1.html' title='Philippines Day 1'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8628462586196024151</id><published>2011-01-23T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:43:03.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging for the sake of keeping a record of my trip to the Philippines</title><content type='html'>I was reading my old blog and wow.. I was kinda retarded. LOL. I decided to keep a record of my trip to the Philippines. This trip is pretty awesome. Aside from my grunts and complaints, I learned so much and am so grateful to have this opportunity. Thank God my brother was kind enough to send my sister and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8628462586196024151?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8628462586196024151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8628462586196024151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8628462586196024151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8628462586196024151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-blogging-for-sake-of-keeping.html' title='Back to Blogging for the sake of keeping a record of my trip to the Philippines'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3734519562561980355</id><published>2009-11-29T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:49:59.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack talkin</title><content type='html'>I'm almost always quiet but now its time to speak up. I can't believe how childish some men really are. I was told this weekend that I have been talked about by one guy who felt that I was vendictive and was doing all these things to make them feel unwelcome at this house I rent out. I'm not too sure about all the details, but I know that both parties if not all 4 who are involved have taken part in saying negative things about me. I'm sure this includes the person who was telling me coz I don't put anything past him. If you have something to say, please be a man and say it to my face or better yet, complain to James. Don't talk about me behind his back too! Some things were said like I never wanted to move so I'm holding a grudge or what not.I would adress this with them directly, but I feel its a waste of time. What's really strange is that I actually have gone out of my way to make them feel comfortable and even left some things there for them to use that I wanted to take back, but I just didnt want to seem rude. It bothers me that these men pretend and act like they should be looked up to when in reality they are just lost little boys who talk smack about others to make themselves feel better. I have no desire to even confront this situation but it bothers me a great deal so I figured that the best way to get this out my chest was through a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3734519562561980355?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3734519562561980355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3734519562561980355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3734519562561980355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3734519562561980355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2009/11/smack-talkin.html' title='Smack talkin'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5134371549755634542</id><published>2009-02-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:26:41.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A journey to sexy part 5</title><content type='html'>Ok I slipped a little bit on working out and blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still did my regular cardio and muscle toning for the past week but it wasn't as rigorous and I missed a couple of days. What's ironic is that week, I started to see some results! woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back on track.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing the hills about 5 rounds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoga, and all sorts of muscle toning.. Damn squats hurt like HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked for 45 minutes, played tennis for 45 minutes then played basketball for another half hour.. I did 2 hours of non stop cardio.. Needless to say, I'm super duper tired! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5134371549755634542?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5134371549755634542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5134371549755634542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5134371549755634542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5134371549755634542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-to-sexy-part-5.html' title='A journey to sexy part 5'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-803288600440763005</id><published>2009-02-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:11:48.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to sexy part IV</title><content type='html'>I've got lots of energy right now since I just got finished working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been challenging.. I'm barely half way there and I'm extremely unmotivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've done wayyyy more than 8 days of working out but I guess not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7- The hills 45 minutes &lt;br /&gt;yoga- 15 minutes &lt;br /&gt;upper body and sit ups about 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 the hills 39 minutes&lt;br /&gt;sit ups and push ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening was very tiring because instead of fast walking these damn hills, I jogged a small ways. My chest is tight and I was even wheezing. I didn't think I'd make it through the second lap yet alone the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that my body is starting to respond to the workout. My body is asking for it and is getting used to it. This means I need to step it up a notch and working harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of including a light daily walk of about 2 miles.. We'll see how my body responds to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-803288600440763005?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/803288600440763005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=803288600440763005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/803288600440763005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/803288600440763005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-to-sexy-part-iv.html' title='Journey to sexy part IV'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-7211320269371623003</id><published>2009-01-30T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:25:52.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My journey to sexy part 3</title><content type='html'>So day 5 was tiring and I feel like I'm getting angrier!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills I shall conquer! lol..&lt;br /&gt;3 laps- 45 minutes. The hard part about this is for every lap, we pass by my house and I feel like running inside and giving up.. but I haven't so I'm happy about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNA workout- 30 minutes boy was I in pain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 was back to yoga class for a gruesome 90 minutes of dripping sweat. I have to admit that I'm liking it, but damn it's hard work.. Everyone there is on point with their body so that's what keeps me motivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see how sexy I can really be. Summer watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-7211320269371623003?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/7211320269371623003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=7211320269371623003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7211320269371623003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7211320269371623003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-journey-to-sexy-part-3.html' title='My journey to sexy part 3'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-173046396358435257</id><published>2009-01-28T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:45:14.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey to sexy party deuce</title><content type='html'>Day 3 was no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got this flirtygirl fitness thing for Christmas and I used it for the first time thinking that it would be a piece of cake...oh hellll naw!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills- 2 laps (30 mins) &lt;br /&gt;flirtygirl fitness- 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 was even worst!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikram yoga- 90 mins of sweat I don't think I've ever ever ever sweated that much before.. My clothes were drenched from my sweet sweat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-173046396358435257?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/173046396358435257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=173046396358435257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/173046396358435257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/173046396358435257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey-to-sexy-party-deuce.html' title='A journey to sexy party deuce'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-1886398394397146695</id><published>2009-01-20T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:59:25.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey to sexy</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to find out how sexy I can really get.. so my roomie and I created our very own boot camp! It is rigorous!!! Tts barely day 2 and I'm sooooo damn sore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we have done so far: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: &lt;br /&gt;Tennis for 45 mins. &lt;br /&gt;Fast walking 45 mins. &lt;br /&gt;Yoga- 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Crunches- 3 sets of 25 &lt;br /&gt;ass workout- 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;leg lifts- 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that off, I had to do 10 push ups because I was being an ass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: &lt;br /&gt;Fast walking- 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Crunches- 3 sets of 25 &lt;br /&gt;Streches-10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started and stopped working out so many times so we figured we need more push!&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited! I don't see results yet, just a bunch of pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-1886398394397146695?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/1886398394397146695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=1886398394397146695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1886398394397146695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1886398394397146695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey-to-sexy.html' title='A journey to sexy'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5268860819021389592</id><published>2008-12-29T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:51:16.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing missing.....</title><content type='html'>Dayum! I haven't blogged in a while! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....from my domestication was being able to sew. I can cook, clean, hold a fam bam down...all that good stuff... Now, I'm learning how to sew... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5268860819021389592?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5268860819021389592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5268860819021389592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5268860819021389592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5268860819021389592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-thing-missing.html' title='The only thing missing.....'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-6352509538679343265</id><published>2008-10-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:20:50.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act hard</title><content type='html'>A woman is so tender and should be calm and mushy and all that sugar and spice and everything nice stuff.. but why have I see some act hard or like a dude? From the verbiage to the emotions, I notice that now a days more women act like a boy. I'm guilty of it too. Sometimes I curse like a sailor, I talk improperly and hide my emotions because I don't want people to know what I truly feel. Instead I make it seem like things don't bother me and they really do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-6352509538679343265?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/6352509538679343265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=6352509538679343265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/6352509538679343265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/6352509538679343265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/act-hard.html' title='Act hard'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5477439898131436816</id><published>2008-10-19T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:08:16.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecture me this...</title><content type='html'>I had my birthday party this weekend...it was fun and all that good stuff.. we were wildin out! My bestie came to the party with her hubby. He was lecturing me about life. The thing is, at first I didn't want to listen to him because hes got his flaws. After thinking about it for a while, I realized that we all have our flaws and that we shouldnt be blindsided by our friends flaws when they give us advice. Instead we have to take it for what its worth. Instead of being closed minded, I should be open minded and maybe I'll get something out of it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5477439898131436816?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5477439898131436816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5477439898131436816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5477439898131436816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5477439898131436816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/lecture-me-this.html' title='Lecture me this...'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-2071679495220985136</id><published>2008-10-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:16:09.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the winner is.... Ms. Attitude!</title><content type='html'>I would probably win the Ms. Attitude lifetime award in High School when you vote those "most likely to's" and all that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a way to express my frustration, I become a mean bitch! I need to stop. I wonder if they have bitchassness anonymous?!?! lol.. I guess knowing is half the battle, the other half requires alot of work and I'm ready. I started yesterday. Now I'm a nice bitch! To cope with having to deal with the world this week, I had starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-2071679495220985136?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/2071679495220985136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=2071679495220985136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/2071679495220985136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/2071679495220985136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-winner-is-ms-attitude.html' title='and the winner is.... Ms. Attitude!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-6981585904914147296</id><published>2008-10-10T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:29:25.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A reflection</title><content type='html'>Some things never change, but lots do. Five years ago, I was such a different person. I made all the wrong choices, I had no regard for anything. I truly didn't give a F%^&amp;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although I still have lots to work on, I've come a long way to get where I am today in all aspects of my life. I'm not the same spiritually, I'm not the same mother, I'm not the same sister,friend, or gf. I guess I needed to go through the things I did in order to learn. I'm happy about that. I'm doing everything I need to be doing and it feels soooooo damn good! Don't get me wrong, I've got lots to work on! but I'm not the person I used to be, I'm better! My life is a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-6981585904914147296?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/6981585904914147296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=6981585904914147296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/6981585904914147296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/6981585904914147296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflection.html' title='A reflection'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-437046518303249454</id><published>2008-10-09T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:09:23.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm 30...</title><content type='html'>and I'm irritated! I don't know why. I need to meditate. Maybe because I just wanted to relax today but here I am doing everything. I guess its no different so  that bothers me a bit.Oh well, at least I'm alive and healthy and have two wonderful daughters who love me dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-437046518303249454?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/437046518303249454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=437046518303249454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/437046518303249454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/437046518303249454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-30.html' title='I&apos;m 30...'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-2980308190663753752</id><published>2008-10-08T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:04:56.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have your cake and eat it too!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me? or does this saying not make too much sense? I was listening to a radio station this morning and it was a topic about a wife cheating on her husband and loving it.. (hey, the other radio station I listen to was talking about jewish stuff) and I didn't feel like listening to big boy this morning.. Anyway, people would call and comment on how wrong this woman was.. which is obvious, but kept saying that "you can't have your cake and eat it too".  Ever since I've heard this expression, I wondered why they use that analogy because it doesn't make sense to me. AM I THE ONLY ONE?  It literally means this: You can have cake, but its wrong to eat it. WTF????? What's the point of having cake if you can't eat it? So I did some research on this and the saying falls behind having to choose between two things and one of the analogies that was used was that if a person has their cake, do they want to keep it or eat it? well, I would want to eat it before it rots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make our choices and most of the time we are selfish and want everything. But "having your cake and eating it too" is just not good enough to explain that. It is not a good analogy to use when referring to greed, or selfishness because what is the point of giving someone cake when they can't eat it?!?!? Why can't a different saying be used? I really think this saying should be banned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the way I interpret things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-2980308190663753752?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/2980308190663753752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=2980308190663753752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/2980308190663753752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/2980308190663753752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too.html' title='Have your cake and eat it too!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-2576616487684330331</id><published>2008-10-03T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:01:36.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SOZ6F_QkkJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X32aPPfg92Q/s1600-h/5729_birthday_woman_with_candle_on_a_birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SOZ6F_QkkJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X32aPPfg92Q/s320/5729_birthday_woman_with_candle_on_a_birthday_cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253020258673135762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I wish for the same damn thing ever since I was a teenager. I love having a cake for my birthday and make it a requirement (even if I have to bake it myself) just to make a birthday wish. I know how kiddish this may seem, but it's just that wishful thinking. Every year, my wish has not come true..One of the reasons I like having my birthday is because of this wish and hoping some day it will come true! Well, I've learned that maybe that's just not God's plan so this year I waste no more wishes on that. I'm not even gonna think about it and have that sad moment inside that I always have with myself after I blow out my candle and make the wish. I'm going to enjoy what I have and that's it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-2576616487684330331?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/2576616487684330331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=2576616487684330331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/2576616487684330331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/2576616487684330331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday Wish'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SOZ6F_QkkJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X32aPPfg92Q/s72-c/5729_birthday_woman_with_candle_on_a_birthday_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8342094244101431507</id><published>2008-10-01T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:18:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M RIGHTTTTT HERE!</title><content type='html'>but you don't see me though. that can be frustrating sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8342094244101431507?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8342094244101431507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8342094244101431507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8342094244101431507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8342094244101431507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-righttttt-here.html' title='I&apos;M RIGHTTTTT HERE!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-1531449877305580843</id><published>2008-09-30T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:31:30.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immaturity</title><content type='html'>I'm one of those poeple who you can see right through. You can tell if I'm happy or sad based on my facial expressions and how I act. It's sad but I do let things that bother me affect the way I act at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two challenges today and at first they affected me. One of them hasn't even happened and I was driving myself crazy thinking about it..I had really sit here and check myself about them. I realized that there was no reason to feel the way I did and I need to trust more. I'm not going to get into another immature argument which just takes my energy away and doesn't resolve anything. That's already so old and high school. I'm done with all that. I've got to trust and stop thinking that the one who loves me wouldn't do hurtful things to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-1531449877305580843?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/1531449877305580843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=1531449877305580843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1531449877305580843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1531449877305580843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-maturity.html' title='Immaturity'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3064969328799065881</id><published>2008-09-29T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:29:41.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>It is so hard for me to comprehend how selfish some people really are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a person who is so selfish that they would compromise their partners feelings and even jeopardize their relationship just to get something they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a care in the world of how it affects their partner even though its been vocalized and is comprehended that the scenario would be affect them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3064969328799065881?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3064969328799065881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3064969328799065881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3064969328799065881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3064969328799065881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-4246155640370308632</id><published>2008-09-29T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:24:24.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for thanksgiving.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I met with my family, I had a glimpse of what our thanksgiving this year will be like and I just cant wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cooking and this is going to be the perfect day to cook a whole bunch of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love eating so that's another good reason why I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, I love having everyone around..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-4246155640370308632?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/4246155640370308632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=4246155640370308632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/4246155640370308632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/4246155640370308632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-7785410568878418737</id><published>2008-09-26T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:44:59.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>low key</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy the past couple of months and just feel like the person I've never wanted to be. I've always been a home body with the occassional weekend events, dinner and fun with the girls.. It seems like every day I'm running around doing something.. being exactly who I don't wanna be. Now it seems like there's never enough time to just sit back relax and drink some wine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I came home earlier than usual tonight. Dinner was already ready and I didn't have to cook.. I was going to go out and had a few invites to some events but decided that I would just chill out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm doin exactly that...keeping it very low key and just enjoying my night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-7785410568878418737?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/7785410568878418737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=7785410568878418737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7785410568878418737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7785410568878418737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/low-key.html' title='low key'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-1191154095720288471</id><published>2008-09-25T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:34:49.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blow it up</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why people blow stuff up and say things that are UNTRUE just to make another person feel better.. specially when the person they tell this to doesn't really fit the compliment! Don't say something nice and blow it all up...and bring yourself back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person that should matter the most never hears good things like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all I tell you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving other's compliments is cool, just make sure it's well deserved and save some for the one closest to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-1191154095720288471?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/1191154095720288471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=1191154095720288471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1191154095720288471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/1191154095720288471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/blow-it-up.html' title='blow it up'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5771997752420089208</id><published>2008-09-23T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:52:24.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I like your challenges. They may bother me at first, because I am only human, but I take it as opportunity to show the changes I've made and its allows me to measure my growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5771997752420089208?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5771997752420089208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5771997752420089208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5771997752420089208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5771997752420089208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8697693579309733415</id><published>2008-09-18T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:42:40.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>it's not ok</title><content type='html'>but we make it seem like it is anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8697693579309733415?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8697693579309733415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8697693579309733415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8697693579309733415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8697693579309733415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-ok.html' title='it&apos;s not ok'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5212249450939860960</id><published>2008-09-17T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:25:34.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Teacher Survival Kit</title><content type='html'>I was given something today that made me feel thought of and cared about. It made me feel like my hard work and frustrations are so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Teacher's survival kit made specially for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crayon: to color my day bright and cheerful&lt;br /&gt;Eraser: to remind me that everyone makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses: for when I need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Lifesaver: for when I've had one of those days&lt;br /&gt;Tissue: to wipe away the tears...mines and the kids&lt;br /&gt;Mound bar: for the mounds of confidence I give the children&lt;br /&gt;Rubber band: to remind me to be flexible&lt;br /&gt;Sponge: to soak up the overflow, when my brain is too full&lt;br /&gt;Shinny penny: to remind me that each child will shine in their own way&lt;br /&gt;Starburst: to give me a "burst" of energy when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Paperclip: to hold it all together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a full time mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5212249450939860960?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5212249450939860960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5212249450939860960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5212249450939860960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5212249450939860960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/teacher-survival-kit.html' title='Teacher Survival Kit'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3764274696088209768</id><published>2008-09-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:29:32.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningful conversations</title><content type='html'>This sounds crazy, but I thought about it, and my commute is not so bad half way through. I have wonderful conversations with the girls and we learn so much from one another in that short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes it worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3764274696088209768?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3764274696088209768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3764274696088209768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3764274696088209768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3764274696088209768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/meaningful-conversations.html' title='meaningful conversations'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3116202287766943267</id><published>2008-09-16T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:19:12.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go...</title><content type='html'>last time, the hills conquered me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, I'm conquering the hills..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3116202287766943267?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3116202287766943267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3116202287766943267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3116202287766943267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3116202287766943267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go.html' title='here we go...'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3234697808922606461</id><published>2008-09-16T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:16:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious..</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. I've had butterflies in my stomach every morning when I wake. It's only bee happening lately. I can't shake it off and I don't know why it's happening.. but it's annoying! I actually want to wake up instead of trying to get that extra 5 minutes of sleep. My tummy bubbles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3234697808922606461?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3234697808922606461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3234697808922606461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3234697808922606461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3234697808922606461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/anxious.html' title='Anxious..'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8171065936068586552</id><published>2008-09-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:12:05.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>LOOSER</title><content type='html'>It is so irritating being aroud loosers who have no ambition and take advantage of other people and what they don't have. Instead of making themselves a better person, they act worst than kids. They understand they have a problem but choose to do nothing about it. Their lazy ass wakes up whenever they want, eat, then play video games. Not a care in the world about anything else. Talks loudly like no one is around and there aren't kids here. Being loud with their stupid video game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are given so many chances by all the people who care about them and yet they sit here and don't do anything about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that if that was me, I would be out trying to find jobs and going to temp agencies. I would humble myself. I would make sure that I was cleaning up and all that good stuff. To top it off, I would not be oblivious to my surroundings and after being given chance after chance, I would really need to slap myself and come to senses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of town,the person helping the looser out has such a kind heart and is slaving away at their job trying to juggle 101 things, then rushing to come home because he's needed there too. He doesn't have much for himself yet he's extending himself even more just to help this person out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the solution is tough love. This person obviously does not get it and doesn't care to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8171065936068586552?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8171065936068586552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8171065936068586552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8171065936068586552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8171065936068586552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/looser.html' title='LOOSER'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8711774494625053506</id><published>2008-09-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:58:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught up</title><content type='html'>Some people are soooo caught up trying to fit in that they are oblivious to reality.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the hint, get the point. You are not that cool and people do not always wanna hang out with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8711774494625053506?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8711774494625053506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8711774494625053506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8711774494625053506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8711774494625053506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/caught-up.html' title='Caught up'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-7414917595204365864</id><published>2008-09-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:54:51.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>It feels further than yesterday even though we're moving forward. Sometimes he feels so far away I can't reach him. Not through words, my existance, drastic changes,kindess, hatred. The only thing that brings us closer is distance between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-7414917595204365864?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/7414917595204365864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=7414917595204365864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7414917595204365864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7414917595204365864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/far-away.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5715299626457311583</id><published>2008-09-12T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:44:36.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Get over it!</title><content type='html'>Everyone goes through rough times. We all get tainted. We go through pain and sometimes it seems like the end of the world. Time heals. The pain passes, but sometimes it comes back. When it does, we make choices. We can let it affect us,we become resentful, hateful and frown at the world as if it just happened again. We loose trust and its almost permanent.Why we allow this to continue to affect us is a mystery. It's human nature I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned something. The same things that I tell others to do but can't do on my own. My eyes were opened to the unsual reaction. It made me realize that we just can't let the past affect us. We have to learn to build the trust and start over. After all, we are enclined to make mistakes. The one thought I could not shake off is, when does it end? The pain, the mistrust? The answer is it won't until you make it end. Until you see things in a different perspective and open your heart and be willing to trust again and allow yourself to be vulnerable to life. We should not use our trials in our lives as an excuse to act inappropirately. We should use them as an opportunity to regain what was lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5715299626457311583?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5715299626457311583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5715299626457311583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5715299626457311583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5715299626457311583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-5359954971261239040</id><published>2008-09-10T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:07:57.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Strength and Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I'm stronger than I thought I was. I am so capable. Of course I'ts not my own strength, its what is given to me. I always get help even when I don't ask. He's always there for me every step of the way and sometimes, I don't even realize it. He's empowered me when I thought I couldn't handle certain things and was ready to give up. He's giving me opportunities to make the right choices from my every day challenges. Sometimes I make the wrong choices, but I learn from those mistakes and hopefully grow from it. It is a work in progress but I'm no longer in it alone. Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-5359954971261239040?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/5359954971261239040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=5359954971261239040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5359954971261239040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/5359954971261239040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/strength-and-wisdom.html' title='Strength and Wisdom'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-7321069654387326094</id><published>2008-09-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:08:44.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The big 3 OHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>As I come back from my mini vacation I start to think about the next thing I can do! Well it just so happens that I'm turning the big 3 ohhhh in October! OOhhh! I don't care what anyone says, 30 is not the new 20. People who are in denial and want to party and do all that stuff say that so they can still look cool at the clubs when they are over 30! I know some people who have gone through the 30 hump horribly. They were depressed, sad and all that stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that I'm the complete opposite! 30 is a sign of maturity and growth. It is an age where you have some experience but not so much that it has caused you wrinkles on your face. It's a time to be sexy and classy. It's a time for planning your next venture. I've definitely done my share of stupidity, immaturity, and more immaturity.. lol.. I'm not saying that I'm 30 and grown either, but I know I've come a long way from how I used to be and how I am today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to think about how to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved... I wanna emphasize LOVED to go to New York and attend the Food and Wine Festival on Oct 9th.. (tell me that's not a sign? my fav city, favorite tv channel ON MY BDAY!!!)  but that's not gonna happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about having another party.. but NOTHING could top the surprise party James threw for me last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about having dinner and go to a club.. which is so typical... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about doing a weekend getaway but I want everyone to be there so that is out of the question.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about celebrating for a whole week but that just gets soooo tiring and seriously, we were born one day.. NOT A WEEK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what I'll end up doing..but I know it will be simple and I will hopefully be surrounded by the ones I love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-7321069654387326094?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/7321069654387326094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=7321069654387326094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7321069654387326094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7321069654387326094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-3-ohhhhh.html' title='The big 3 OHHHHH!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-7620920212394984230</id><published>2008-09-04T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:04:51.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wake up!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes events happen that make a person wake up and understand what they really want. It doesn't matter if its a good event or bad event. It was necessary for it to take place to make the change in that persons heart. A wake up call or reality check happened to me. It made me realize that I was missing myself and no one else. This does not make sense on purpose. I'm sober. My thoughts are clear. There are no distractions in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-7620920212394984230?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/7620920212394984230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=7620920212394984230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7620920212394984230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/7620920212394984230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-up.html' title='Wake up!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3958419019290829085</id><published>2008-08-24T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:23:46.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final</title><content type='html'>Is such a FINAL word... I don't like it! It's almost a threat. This is your final warning, this is your final exam, this is your final blah blah blah blah. Yes, you guessed it. My final is due tomorrow.. ughhhhhhhhh! I better get started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3958419019290829085?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3958419019290829085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3958419019290829085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3958419019290829085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3958419019290829085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/08/final.html' title='Final'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8836868553479669407</id><published>2008-08-21T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:35:21.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Drop out!</title><content type='html'>As I fight with myself to do my final today, I realized that I've been in school for 8 months and I have not dropped out! wooooot woooot! Since I didn't do what I was suppose to and go straight to a good college right after high school, I've been going to school, dropping out, going to school, dropping out.. you know the drill! There was always something else that came up like.. my laziness, procastination, drama or anything that just made me give up.. Well this time around, I'm not gonna say "I can do it" like the other gazillion times.. But I am happy to say I'm closer to that goal. After my next class, I'm taking my upper division classes! I'm sure I'll be done in no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8836868553479669407?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8836868553479669407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8836868553479669407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8836868553479669407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8836868553479669407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/08/drop-out.html' title='Drop out!'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-3892414015229006156</id><published>2008-08-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:57:53.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Keep me safe</title><content type='html'>James and I have gone through a lot together… and I mean A WHOLE LOT! LOL..  There are several reasons why I’m in love with him (I know that sounds cheesy, but I don’t care) but one of them is because he protects me.  Let me elaborate. I’m not the nicest person and sometimes I can be bitchy, rude and demeaning (which he often corrects me at by the way) Regardless of this, he makes sure that people don’t talk to me the wrong way.  When the girls have an attitude towards me, he immediately corrects it. When another person talks to me the way they shouldn’t, he takes action and even makes them apologize.  We were dealing with a contractor for my brother’s house and the contractor and I exchanged some words.  Of course I called James and told him. The next time we met, he made him apologize to me.  That is just one example of plenty.  I’m really grateful to be with someone who cares about me so much and makes sure that I’m not disrespected by anyone else but him! Lol.. just kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-3892414015229006156?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/3892414015229006156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=3892414015229006156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3892414015229006156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/3892414015229006156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-me-safe.html' title='Keep me safe'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8508705330681421777</id><published>2008-08-19T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:46:18.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SKsaz3pCXPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7coVqw23LMM/s1600-h/PR_exterior_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SKsaz3pCXPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7coVqw23LMM/s320/PR_exterior_beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236308470160055538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend about vacations we've had and might have... and she happens to be going to San Diego for a family reunion. Last year,  in Oct, we stayed at Hotel Del in Coronado Island and I had a permanent smile on my face.  I didn't realize how much I loved that place until I spoke about my experience.   It was a short vacation, but a great one. The rooms are very expensive but worth every dime!  The view was excellent, the rooms were so neat and clean.  The best part was the service. We wanted to hang out in the room and play some cards but all the stores in the hotel were closed.  So we called the front desk and they offered to escort us to open a store. Then they called back a few minutes later and said that they could not because that was just for emergency situations such as people needing some medicine, etc.  At this point we were disappointed and bored!  A few minutes later, we got another phone call from the front desk letting us know they got us some cards and they brought it up to us quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this may seem normal to most, it was amazing to me! lol.. I don't get pampered often (I just don't find the need for it unless I'm super stressed.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling now just thinking about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8508705330681421777?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8508705330681421777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8508705330681421777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8508705330681421777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8508705330681421777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SKsaz3pCXPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7coVqw23LMM/s72-c/PR_exterior_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251663754906608543.post-8263235642192442396</id><published>2008-08-18T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:45:03.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bloggidy Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am no blogger.. but I figured since I have one million and one things going on with being a full time mom, school,work, dealing with shady contractors, and everything else, why not add one more thing to allow me to procastinate on the things I MUST get done within a 24 hour period.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have homework due in less than 7 hours and instead, I'm wasting my time doing this! lol.. where are my priorities?!? I suppose I work better under pressure.   If I don't get this done, by the time I get home tonight, I won't have time! The premier of "The Hills" is coming back on! woooot wooot!  Yes, I know its fake and staged and a very immature show!  So what, I like it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long I'll keep up with this blog thing before I get bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251663754906608543-8263235642192442396?l=juscathey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/feeds/8263235642192442396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251663754906608543&amp;postID=8263235642192442396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8263235642192442396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251663754906608543/posts/default/8263235642192442396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juscathey.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloggidy-blog.html' title='Bloggidy Blog'/><author><name>justcathey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713186647821805083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUNhvZnjFmE/SNp6eMK1AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/whKatMsf-Pc/S220/l_15f8a85f8cb30993866252c34bc5353c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
