<?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-8320126</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:51:14.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own little corner, my own little chair.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8094245668427671158</id><published>2010-01-20T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:46:33.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update of sorts</title><content type='html'>Just updating again, since the last few notes have been real downers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still single, but I've gone from being depressed as hell to wanting to punch The Jerk in the face...to now being annoyed at him but knowing I can do better.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on Lexapro to help with this situation depression, and am on my last refill.  Gonna talk to my doctor about the best way to wean off of it, but it's REALLY helped me over this slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester was KILLER, due to the stress and depression I was having...but I still got all As.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about to start my final semester in the student teaching program, which includes full time student teaching (in a first grade room!), two college classes, and doing the &lt;a href="http://www.pacttpa.org/_main/hub.php?pageName=Home"&gt;PACT&lt;/a&gt;.  So, this'll be another killer semester, especially since I'll be choreographing another show in Menlo Park and hopefully doing some subbing on the side...yay moneys.  But hopefully I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...I gotta say thanks to my IRL friends, especially my theater buds AW and MT (the latter of which actually went to high school with The Jerk...but is now more my buddy than his, ha).  They really helped me out by inviting me out to things and just letting me be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this summer's show has been announced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8094245668427671158?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8094245668427671158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8094245668427671158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8094245668427671158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8094245668427671158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-of-sorts.html' title='An update of sorts'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-4241001903935649021</id><published>2009-10-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:45:18.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect example of my mental/emotional state right now...</title><content type='html'>scene: leaving the meeting for my theater company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: i need to go get some gas, you can ride home with dad if you want.&lt;br /&gt;me: ...okay. ::starts to wander that way::&lt;br /&gt;mom: ::playful sarcastic:: oh, sure, ride with him just because i need to get gas!&lt;br /&gt;me: uhm, okay...::turns to go ride with mom::&lt;br /&gt;dad: ::playful sarcastic:: oh, what, you don't want to ride with me?&lt;br /&gt;me: ......::starts sobbing::&lt;br /&gt;dad: ...OMG I'M SORRY! ::hug attack::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yeah. mildly amusing, but seriously pathetic too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-4241001903935649021?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/4241001903935649021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=4241001903935649021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4241001903935649021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4241001903935649021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-example-of-my-mentalemotional.html' title='perfect example of my mental/emotional state right now...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-3936554941895178428</id><published>2009-10-04T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:53:31.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more stuff</title><content type='html'>i called him last tuesday. we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boiled down to how he can't see himself with me long run because i don't do all of the same things as him (i don't debate, go running, like sweaty hairy hippie dancing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said if we got married he could see it as him always feeling loved but always feeling like he missed out or lost something because of not doing the same things. i told him maybe that was more of a him problem than me. he agreed that maybe it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i lack communicating skills...but i made the jump to call him and try to talk about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i always felt the relationship was nigh on perfect, he never did. he never outright said he loved me because he was never certain 100% on his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 fuckin' years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this. he says he hates it too. he wants to move forward and still be friends...i want to go back and fix things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he doesn't want to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, that was like a knife....it reads as "you're not worth it" to me...i started sobbing and quickly told him i had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably a little early to throw in the towel for 2009, but seriously.....this year has been sucktastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's take a look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  15 year old girl that i knew (since she was 8 or 9 years old) killed herself in the spring&lt;br /&gt;2.  our older dog got really sick and was put to sleep in late june&lt;br /&gt;3.  family friend who has been in my life since as long as i can remember - basically like family - died the day after my birthday&lt;br /&gt;4.  the boy broke my heart....&lt;br /&gt;4 a.  ...which basically makes any happiness i did have between the other previously mentioned events feel like they were a lie&lt;br /&gt;4 b.  ...and killed my ability to concentrate, focus, eat, get up in the morning, joy in choreographing kids....etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....so yeah.  kinda want to sleep away the rest of 2009...at least until i stop feeling like shit in all possible areas of feeling like shit.  the only happy thing i can think of is getting our puppy, zeppo, in july...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-3936554941895178428?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/3936554941895178428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=3936554941895178428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3936554941895178428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3936554941895178428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-stuff.html' title='more stuff'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8108193208523172404</id><published>2009-09-24T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:57:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck...</title><content type='html'>the boy broke up with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the person he sees himself married to, apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so upset by this that my body rebelled and had some breakthrough bleeding in the middle of my cycle....my doctor has given me some xanax for the stress...hopefully i can sleep tonight without the ritual sobfest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit i feel so lost right now.  i saw us having a future together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he still wants to be friends...and i can't possibly hate him...but it hurts so damn much right now that i don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone out there still reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8108193208523172404?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8108193208523172404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8108193208523172404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Norm, you out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda neglecting this journal....oops.  Most of my activity has been going on at Facebook, so if you're so inclined you can find me there at www.facebook.com/caitykitola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I've finished my first semester of the teaching credential program.  It was hard and kinda stressful, but I got out of it with 4 As and an A-.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;2.  If I get an add code from the people in charge, I'll be starting up my first semester of student teaching in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cookie, my lahsa apso, has been sick...again.  She's not seeming to get better, and will probably have to be put down.  I had to clean up three puddles of doggie diarrhea in my room, one of which at least seemed a bit bloody.  :(  Dad says that she may have doomed herself with that, and it may even happen tomorrow.  I'm, understandably, fairly bummed about that.  Cookie's been in my family since I was in the 5th or 6th grade, so...geeze, what.  About 15 years or 16 years.  This is definitely the sucky part about having pets.  ::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-5296395958816014289?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/5296395958816014289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=5296395958816014289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5296395958816014289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5296395958816014289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-been-while.html' title='Wow, been a while...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-5410916704258401601</id><published>2008-05-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:59:47.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>I've graduated!  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/MyGraduation2008"&gt;Photographic Proof is here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bizarre thing is that now I have to do my finals....but I have noooo ambition to do so, because of having already done the graduation stuff.  Roar.  Oh well, I'll finish typing up a roleplay entry and then buckle down on my online class's final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and I have a new laptop.  YES!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-5410916704258401601?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/5410916704258401601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=5410916704258401601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5410916704258401601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5410916704258401601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2363533389351225830</id><published>2008-04-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:59:11.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the stresses go awaaaay.</title><content type='html'>Cookie update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's off and on with whether she's going to eat or not.  She didn't eat last night, but I got her to eat some turkey this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my dad, when he made an appointment for her to go back and see the vet today, the vet wasn't sounding too hopeful for her since she hasn't improved dramatically by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2363533389351225830?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2363533389351225830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2363533389351225830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2363533389351225830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2363533389351225830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-stresses-go-awaaaay.html' title='Make the stresses go awaaaay.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6309376977295961330</id><published>2008-04-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:04:53.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Update</title><content type='html'>Cookie's not eating and refusing to take her pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, she's just being stubborn right now, as opposed to having decided she's going to curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did finally trick her into taking her anti-inflamitory by crushing it up into peanut butter and smearing it on her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short about how her blood work came back, it's like an episode of "House." You know, where some count in her blood is high so it might be this one thing.....except it can't possibly be that, because something else is low and that discounts the first theory. Essentially, anything that could go wonky in her blood has done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm worried and sad and really need a hug. I don't want my puppy to be dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6309376977295961330?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6309376977295961330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6309376977295961330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6309376977295961330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6309376977295961330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/04/doggy-update.html' title='Doggy Update'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-4128960526283834798</id><published>2008-04-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:13:24.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a slacker!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't been updating here....it's been BUSY.  I'm currently doing my final semester at SJSU as an undergraduate.  Yes, The Kitola is graduating in May!  As scary as that may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also choreographing a musical at a middle school, while simultaneously prepping for the summer musical this summer.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of those two things, you can see what I've been up to on my &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews"&gt;Picasa Photo Albums&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sadder news, my old gal dog Cookie is feeling her age.  She's about 14 now, and has been off her feed a bit.  I'm worrying about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, off to class.  Missed my classes yesterday due to a blown tire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-4128960526283834798?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/4128960526283834798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=4128960526283834798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4128960526283834798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4128960526283834798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-such-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m such a slacker!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6306591235709830505</id><published>2008-02-15T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:54:42.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>So, for Valentine's day, I got a bottle of Technu.  It was the most romantic thing ever!  As everyone should know, Technu is by far the most extravagant and romantic gift anyone could ever give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure that doesn't make sense to anyone other than My Man, where it's been a running gag ever since he bought me some packets of it to keep in my backpack when we go on hikes back in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I really did get a bottle of Technu in my Valentine's Day bag, burried under all of that tissue paper.  It didn't even have any Technu in it, anymore, though.  What was inside it, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/caity.andrews/R7XuTS6mOSI/AAAAAAAABSQ/06N9NAvV1I0/VDay2008Necklace.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My Man loved the engraved silver pocket watch I got for him.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend consists of:&lt;br /&gt;-Friday Night Waltz&lt;br /&gt;-Hiking in Muir Woods (primarily because I need to go for an individual field trip for my California History class)&lt;br /&gt;-Dinner and Dancing at a restaurant in Palo Alto that has ballroom dancing and live music!  I'm going to treat this as my romantic Valentine's Day outing, since My Man was so exhausted yesterday that we ended up going to bed at 10:30 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6306591235709830505?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6306591235709830505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6306591235709830505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6306591235709830505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6306591235709830505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2594685023364617266</id><published>2008-02-11T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:00:04.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Feeling unimportant/useless/not moving forward/not a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a winner I am.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2594685023364617266?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2594685023364617266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2594685023364617266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2594685023364617266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2594685023364617266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1113831119174449345</id><published>2008-02-06T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:36:24.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Kitola is a good girlfriend</title><content type='html'>My Man called me, too weak from a flu that he's caught to go pick up OJ and some motrin at the Seven-Eleven that he lives next to.  So I went around and got the OJ, Motrin, Sudafed (because I took most of his last weekend while I was sick), a thermometer (because he asked for one), Zicam (in case it really is just a cold), and some flowers.  Poor guy, he was confining himself to bed....and although he felt better than when he called me, his fever was still 100.3.  He wouldn't let me get too close, just in case I hadn't given him the crud that I had and it was something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, last week we were both sick...him with a cold, and me with something ickier.  Either an ubercold, or a mild flu (But I got my flu shot when they were being offered!...but I was sweaty one night and achey, so maybe it was something ickier).  Anyway, we for some reason thought we had the same thing...since they hit around the same time...so there was no acting like either of us had the plague.  Lots of flop-cuddling, movie watching, etc.  So maybe I did give it to him.  :(  I hope not.  And mostly I hope he gets well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, haven't updated for awhile.  Well, long story short, two weekends ago we went to Tahoe so that I could learn how to cross-country ski.  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/TahoeJan2008"&gt;Photos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started my final undergrad semester at SJSU.  Graduating in May.  Eek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1113831119174449345?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1113831119174449345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1113831119174449345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1113831119174449345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1113831119174449345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-kitola-is-good-girlfriend.html' title='Why the Kitola is a good girlfriend'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-4411967550337348860</id><published>2008-01-14T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:32:12.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;  Okay, I was feeling really crappy during the day on Friday, but thankfully my mood managed to get lifted eventually.  I grabbed some lunch at a local chinese place, but it apparently was too spicy or something, because my digestive system decided to make me incredibly burpy and uncomfortable.  I couldn't even enjoy all of the yummy turkey burger sandwiches that My Man made for dinner.  We went for a walk after sitting for a bit, which helped with my stomach a bit, and picked up some DVDs to watch.  We got back and popped in Spiderman 3, which neither of us had seen yet.....and I gotta say:  I'm SO glad we saw it at home rather than in a theater.  I kept wanting to punch the characters in the noses for doing dumb things.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;  After a good night's sleep, I felt 100 times better on Saturday morning.  After (eventually) getting out of bed, we grabbed some food and set off to the Berkley Wassail.  We ended up getting there at about 2 pm, which was in time to say hi at the stop and head off to the next one.  I have no complaints with singins and snacking pretty much all day long, and we met some new people that were quite fun to torment.  I mean torment in a nice way, of course.  :)  After we hung out at the last stop for awhile, we went to Saturday(Friday) Night Waltz for the first time.  It was fun, though I think I prefer the Friday Night Waltz in Palo Alto.  Maybe it just feels more like home. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;  Get up at about 9, have some breakfast, throw ourselves together, and out into the world we go to hike at &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/pinn/"&gt;Pinnacles!&lt;/a&gt;  I had never been, so it was quite an adventure to me.  The weather was GREAT...about 60-something throughout the day while we were doing most of the hike.  We hiked about 8-9 miles, I guess, but we also climbed around on the really cool rocks.  Well, My Man climbed around more than I did...since I'm still pretty cowardly about it...but he did manage to get me to climb up on a big rock!  Hand hold and foot hold climbing, and even though I kinda froze and had a bit of a panic attack when I had a few slips, he kept talking me through it and helped me to the top.  Which was GREAT for me, honestly...that'll definitely help me over come the irrational fear I have of climbing things like that.  Maybe I'll be able to climb with ropes and stuff someday, like the folk we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were parts of the hike where there were "stairs" carved into the rocks...basically, it was kinda like someone dug foot-holds into the big mountain, put a railing next to it, and you basically climbed up it like it was a ladder (definitely not enough foot space to be thought of as stairs).  These were fine, though a little daunting to look at, for going up....but going down, they were kinda terrifying!  There's a great photo that My Man took of me heading up these stairs from behind, and you can check that out in the pictures I've uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also came across some caves that were mostly closed off due to the season, but they were fun to climb around in, even if they were freezy cold.  I could actually see my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals that we saw:  Lots of ground squirrels, quail, a California Condor, and a coyote!!  The condor was really cool, but I was SO jazzed about the coyote.  I wanted to CUDDLE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures from the hike:  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/PinnaclesHike2008"&gt;Lookit all of the big rocks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hike, we stopped in Gilroy for dinner and headed home.  First thing I did was take a shower to wash up, then turned it into a hot bath so I could just sit and soak in the warmth.  A hot tub would've felt a lot better, but the tub was good enough.  :)  I stayed in there for about 30-45 minutes before I got out, threw on my robe and curled up by the fire with some decaf Vanilla Chai tea to read as My Man did some work on his laptop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so warm and cosy that I accidentally dozed off at about 10 pm or so....and woke up at almost 10:30 to find My Man trying to put a false mustache on my face.  The twit!  ;-)  Good thing I woke up before he managed it and was able to take a picture of it.  That'll teach me to fall asleep before he does.  :)  I'll have to start bringing props now to threaten to do the same thing to him, now.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY good weekend, over all.  Tomorrow, though, I have to go to the dentist.  Blargh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-4411967550337348860?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/4411967550337348860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=4411967550337348860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4411967550337348860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4411967550337348860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8094172272128367298</id><published>2008-01-01T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:49:37.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year Updates</title><content type='html'>On the 28th, I went to a surprise party for my brother.  I had to drive to Sacramento for the first time ever, and EYUCH the 2.5 hour drive was killer for me to do alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Man returned from Hawaii on the 29th, after having a great time snorkling/scuba diving, and brought me a necklace of freshwater pearls.  I missed him an awful lot, and there was much happiness and hugs around.  :)  I missed him an awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30th was when I went to my friend's wedding.  That was probably the most surreal part of the weekend, primarily due to the fact that it was one of the friends in my core high school group who's married now -- and she's the first one to do so.  Ha, my friend J.A. is next, and that'll be half of the group.  Kinda weird that the events are happening within a year of each other.  Anyway, the wedding was very pretty and it was nice spending a day with My Man, B-Bear, as well as J.A. and her fiance.  After the wedding and (rather long) reception, we all went and saw Sweeney Todd at the movie theater.  The Man posted the photos and video I took from the wedding &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jeremy.friedenthal/CaitysFriendJillsWeddingDec2007/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's Eve, My Man and I went out to Palo Alto where there was a ball put on by the &lt;a href="http://www.paulpriceorchestra.com/"&gt;Paul Price Orchestra&lt;/a&gt;.  The mother of my friend who got married plays the violin for them, so my friend invited us to go along and hang out with them for the new year.  The dancing was a lot of fun, even though I eventually danced myself into acquiring paaainful legs.  The countdown sorta sucked, though.  I barely heard him say "okay, 10 seconds..............2, 1..." and then the band played Auld Lang Syne.  We all had a bit of the "WTF where was the countdown?" moment, but whatever.  It was still a lot of fun.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing what 2008 holds for me.  Goodness knows 2007 was pretty eventful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8094172272128367298?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8094172272128367298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8094172272128367298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8094172272128367298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8094172272128367298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-year-updates.html' title='End of the Year Updates'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6636171220249088041</id><published>2007-12-10T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:30:34.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knishmas Party!</title><content type='html'>My Man and I threw a party this past Saturday.  A very fun party.  It took DAYS to throw together, and we were taking it apart well into the night and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo tired from the weekend.  It was incredibly busy and high energy, save for today, and it's draining on a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of recapping...here's my pictures from the event!  I only just got them resized and uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/Knishmas2007"&gt;Nightmare Before Knishmas, 2007!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Those photos don't include the ones a friend of ours took of the destruction of the gingerbread houses....we basically put them up to a load bearing test.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note 2:  I gave My Man his holiday gift after everyone left.  It was a photo book of all of our events from the past year, and when I say "photo book"...I mean I found a program for putting together a book, and then you order it and it comes to you as an actual bound book with the photos all printed in it.  He really liked it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6636171220249088041?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6636171220249088041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6636171220249088041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6636171220249088041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6636171220249088041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/12/knishmas-party.html' title='Knishmas Party!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-5039776904716700779</id><published>2007-12-02T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:41:13.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a friend</title><content type='html'>Went to the opera last night with My Man....and aside from yesterday being one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; days (meaning our cart disappeared at Target, horrible crowded at dinner, terrible parking in San Jose), it was a fairly nice time.  The singers were good, and my opera friend was extremely animated and a joy to watch on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after the show we went to Il Fornaio with her and some other performers from the opera, which is where she said she needed to call a friend, that I wasn't to tell any embarassing/gossipy stories from high school....and then proceeded to disappear.  For about 20 to 30 minutes.  Naturally, I felt completely ditched by her.  Even her friends from the show leaned over at one point and said something along the lines of "apparently the dirt you have on her is that she ignores her friends" and they felt bad for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out afterwards that she ran into one of the donors for the opera....which is apparently a huge thing, because if you get the donors to favor you they'll fund you in more shows.  The opera folk then understood the networking she had to do and brushed off the disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can understand it too.  It's just.....I've already played second fiddle, or lower, to someone's career before with my ex (and I'm so glad I'm out of that relationship, let me tell you...feeling like an afterthought or a burden sucks ass).  I just never thought I'd have to go through that with one of my friends.  And as much as I've commented about her diva personality, her occasional self-centered-ness, with another friend of our's....it just really hurt, moreso than with my ex actually.  Even when I commented that I've come to expect that sort of treatment from her, it doesn't make it easier on me.  It's so frustrating, and I don't know if I'm over reacting or not, but it just....really upsets me when someone who has dubbed me one of her best friends (even with the clarifier of "from high school") seems to write off my company like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sighs, wipes eyes::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  At least there was My Man to help me regain some of the feeling of being loved after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....My Man gave me a key to his condo.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-5039776904716700779?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/5039776904716700779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=5039776904716700779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5039776904716700779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5039776904716700779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts-on-friend.html' title='Thoughts on a friend'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7204108396199210593</id><published>2007-11-12T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:53:35.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner last night with My Man</title><content type='html'>Menu:  &lt;br /&gt;Rosemary + Garlic lamb chops&lt;br /&gt;Green beans and red potatoes sautee'd in the same flavors&lt;br /&gt;Spinach salad&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Molten Lava Cakes for dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance: &lt;br /&gt;Instead of eating at the table, I set up a velour blanket in front of the fireplace, with a fire going and some tea candles lit, which is where we had dinner while soft jazz was playing on the CD player -- UTTERLY romantic when My Man started improvising love songs to the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs were, obviously, outside...but the cat was welcome due to being quiet and affectionate without pushing her way into our plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful?  Very much so!  It was a very nice evening, and nothing burned or was undercooked.  Overall, I'm thrilled with how the evening went (aside from the dogs having gotten pushy and loud on trying to get my attention to come back in).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7204108396199210593?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7204108396199210593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7204108396199210593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7204108396199210593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7204108396199210593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-last-night-with-my-man.html' title='Dinner last night with My Man'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-620080126009939997</id><published>2007-11-09T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:41:39.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Cooking?</title><content type='html'>I am!  Well, I will be.  My parents are going out of town this weekend (for my aunt's funeral...I'm taking care of the pets), and while they're away I'm going to make dinner for My Man (formally known as "The Boy").  It's taken me the better part of a day to come up with a menu, but I'm fairly proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary &amp; Garlic lamb chops (think I might try to find boneless)&lt;br /&gt;Red potatoes and green beans cooked in the same flavors&lt;br /&gt;Salad (thinking Spinach salad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dessert, I'm going to make Chocolate Molten Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's the plan.  Hopefully, it won't turn into giving up and ordering in.  It's my first grown up dinner I'll plan and make all on my own.  I don't know how people plan meals weeks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just ordered the very special super secret gift for My Man.  I'd tell you all what it is, but in case he's poking around here as well, I don't want to give away the surprise.  But I'll make sure to go into detail after it's given, and post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-620080126009939997?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/620080126009939997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=620080126009939997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/620080126009939997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/620080126009939997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-cooking.html' title='What&apos;s Cooking?'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1644252100471405384</id><published>2007-11-05T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:58:34.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and Things!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for delays -- I've been busy with various things, including preparing for Halloween (my next project is preparing for a party The Boy and I will be throwing in December).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, a few weeks ago I went and worked the final Renaissance Faire in the season up in Folsom (near Sacramento) with The Boy.  Had a lot of fun there, and located a few photos that others have taken and put them all &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/FolsomFaire2007"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween, we went to the DNA Lounge in San Francisco in our costumes.  To see what we were, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/Halloween2007"&gt;check out my album of Halloween photos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this past weekend we went to a Ranch in Napa Valley that my family is members of for the weekend!  We spent Saturday at the ranch relaxing, riding horses, and taking a hike.  On Sunday, we left and went for a much more strenuous hike in a places called "Cold Creek Canyon," I believe.  Today, my thighs are kiiiiiilling me.  So much pain to go up and down stairs, but the hike was gorgeous.  Once again, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/RRanch2007"&gt;I have pictures!&lt;/a&gt;  After the hike, we grabbed dinner with some friends and headed home for the 2 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there's a meeting with the Shoestring Theater Company's board of directors to pick next summer's show.  Hopefully it'll be the one I really want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone reading this is well and good.  Sorry I've been so sporadic with updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Working on a super secret, but hopefully super special gift for The Boy as a combined holiday/anniversary gift.  You know, it's about 1 year exactly since our first date...time has flown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1644252100471405384?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1644252100471405384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1644252100471405384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1644252100471405384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1644252100471405384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-and-things.html' title='Halloween and Things!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-576635198542217405</id><published>2007-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:24:21.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomales Bay Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here's an album full of pictures taken from the kayaking trip.  Look away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/KayakingTripTomalesBay"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/KayakingTripTomalesBay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-576635198542217405?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/576635198542217405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=576635198542217405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/576635198542217405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/576635198542217405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomales-bay-pictures.html' title='Tomales Bay Pictures'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7139884750831993657</id><published>2007-09-18T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:19:32.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think I'll go for a walk outside, now...</title><content type='html'>The Boy left work early today, since it was his last day at HP (Yay for starting a new job!  He's excited)....so he gave me a call at around 2:30 to see if I wanted to go for a hike.  Of COURSE I did!  I was feeling so restless yesterday that it was about to drive me crazy, so it was wonderful to get out and get my restless legs moving.  We went up to Almaden Quicksilver and tromped around there for awhile, all the way to where the mining was.  We even went through this little deer path thing between some bushes into this "fairy land" area....it was all clear and there were trees all around it.  You could see single strands of spider webs glistening in the sunlight that came through the trees, and you could tell no one had really walked around in there.  It was so peaceful!  I wish there hadn't been so much poison oak around there so we could've stuck around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got to the top-area (as far as we were going to go, in order to beat the sun back) and had our sandwiches for a little picnic hanging out on the ground.  It was very nice, and we turned around once we were done to head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, speaking of poison oak, we brushed against some of it while climbing around on rocks and scurrying down areas that weren't quite a trail....so when we got back, we had to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/POISON-CLEANER-TECNU-oak-n-ivy-bottle/dp/B000KA3ROQ/ref=sr_1_12/104-7890918-1355108?ie=UTF8&amp;s=hpc&amp;qid=1190178475&amp;sr=1-12"&gt;Tecnu&lt;/a&gt; ourselves up before showering.  I love all of the Then there was much flop-cuddling and tea sipping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, an extremely calming afternoon/evening.  My legs are definitely feeling it -- but also REALLY needed it.  I feel great.  LOVE all of the outdoorsy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Animals we saw:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheasants!  They took off from the brush next to us.&lt;br /&gt;A cute little lizard that was thin and long -- I think more tail than body&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tenny yellow birds&lt;br /&gt;A few dear near the end -- I saw a buck while we were driving out of the area&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7139884750831993657?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7139884750831993657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7139884750831993657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7139884750831993657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7139884750831993657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/09/think-ill-go-for-walk-outside-now.html' title='Think I&apos;ll go for a walk outside, now...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-3784031073250558731</id><published>2007-09-10T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:44:34.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Blue</title><content type='html'>So, on Friday The Boy and I left for a weekend long kayaking trip in Tamales Bay.  We left and met up with four other folk Friday evening at a really cute little hostel (&lt;a href="http://www.norcalhostels.org/reyes/"&gt;Pt. Reyes Hostel&lt;/a&gt;) -- which, although it was cute, the beds were too hard for me and I couldn't sleep too well.  Anyway, the hostel is out in the middle of nowhere and is right where there's some great hiking.  On our way up, we passed really close by some &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/getoutside/1996/aug/elkinfo.html"&gt;tule elk&lt;/a&gt; (which were also all around our campsite later on), and after we got there we learned how to play the game "Citadels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we pick up our permits, 4 dozen oysters, then got our kayaks and went off to paddle around in the bay to our campsite -- and went through a huge grouping of jelly fish!  So cool.  Anyway, first we stopped off at an abandoned artist colony where there was a rope swing to play around and explore.  It was really cool to look around in the abandoned houses and to see what all was still there -- I actually found a letter in one of the houses from 1995, so they've been abandoned for at least 12 years -- and it was interesting to see how much the plantlife took over the houses in just that amount of time.  One of the houses had these gorgeous vines hanging through the roof into an upstairs room (later found out to be poison oak, to the dismay of others).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we got to our beach at low tide and hauled the kayaks up to the high tide point.  With the space the fire circle already made there took up, there was just enough space for our four tents when the tide came up to the highest point.  We sat around for a bit enjoying the wine that was brought before going on a hike, which was a little challenging at first due to the wine, but it got easier.  We found a big group of tule elk and sat on a hill to watch them wander around and call out to each other.  They sounded amazingly cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on Saturday was shrimp salad, olive bread, and raw oysters.  Yes, I tried an oyster....but it was hard getting past the idea that it is (A) alive when you crack it open, and (B) possibly still alive when you swallow it.  It was extremely salty, but that probably was partly due to the point that I tipped most of the liquids out -- which included the lemon juice.  After dinner, we sat around and sang songs until around 10:30 or 11:00 at night, when we all decided to crash.  Before going to bed, though, I pointed out the bioluminescence in the bay at the water's edge to a few folk.  I was apparently the one person who had seen it before (thank you Catalina trip in 8th grade) and when I heard that the bay was bioluminescent, I made a point to remember to poke around at the water with a stick.  It caused the plankton to light up and trail the stick like magic sparks.  It's soooo purty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, everyone stayed in the tents for awhile before getting out to have breakfast at the fire circle.  We put off the inevitable of putting back on our wet suits (I would just like to say "ICK!" at this point), but eventually had to as we had to get going.  We got our stuff together and into the kayaks -- which was thankfully when the tide was coming back in, so we didn't have to drag them so far -- and cast off into the bay again.  We diddled around in the water for a long time, stopping for lunch at one point, and eventually got back to the kayak rental place at 2 or so in the afternoon.  It felt reeeeally good to get out of the wetsuit and into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in Pt. Reyes Station at a bakery -- chai and a peanut butter blondie tasted heavenly at that time -- and hung out as a group one last time before parting ways.  The Boy and I hung around the town a bit -- including taking a nap in a grassy area -- before heading home.  First thing we did when we got back was slather ourselves in Technu to (hopefully) prevent any poison oak reactions, and took a shower.  Oh my GOD that shower was freakin' awesome.  I felt soooo good afterwards, even if my shoulders were killing me at the time.  Dinner was at Fresh Choice, then we rented the movie &lt;b&gt;Neverwas&lt;/b&gt; to watch back at home.  VERY nice movie, and I reccomend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders still hurt and want a massage like woah, but I'm VERY happy with the outing.  I had a lot of fun and look forward to more adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-3784031073250558731?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/3784031073250558731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=3784031073250558731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3784031073250558731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3784031073250558731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/09/into-blue.html' title='Into The Blue'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6520955037213781109</id><published>2007-09-05T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:02:42.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.  Long time no update.</title><content type='html'>Sorry!  I got so busy with the show and everything else that I sorta...blanked on this site.  Um, I'll update with bullet points here, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Lark Camp -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larkcamp.com"&gt;Lark Camp website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, had a very good time, though parts were overwhelming and hard, but I'm all the better for it I bet.  And definitely had the absolute BEST birthday ever while there.  The hard/overwhelming stuff were mostly my own emotional issues with feeling like I'd been "ditched" whenever The Boy went off to play really late at night and I had to go to bed due to working the coffee shop the next morning and having to get up.  It all got talked out, though, so we're good.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Camping -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went camping with The Boy and his parents for a few days a while ago, a week or so before school started.  It was a lot of fun, and fairly relaxing.  We stayed at a little camp area called "Little Basin" -- right next to Big Basin -- that is currently owned by HP (where The Boy works for now -- he's changing jobs), so only employees and guests of them are the only ones who stay there.  The best part?  We were there during the meteor shower!  The Boy and I stayed out late on a dock and watched the meteors.  It was great.  There were a few that went across the whole sky and left long trails of star dust.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- School and Jobs -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating next spring.  Lots of papers to write this semester.  Yeep.  And The Boy is leaving his job at HP to go work at &lt;a href="http://www.zvents.com"&gt;Zvents&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a great site for looking up events.  Try it out!  Tell your friends!  Pimp the start-up that my man's going to be working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Summer Musical: Children of Eden -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's over, and I'm still sad about it.  I'll post a link to a photo album once I have one made up.  I just really miss all of the people, from the six year olds throwing themselves at me for hugs to the 62 year olds doing the same thing, and it hasn't even been a full week since the show ended.  Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Upcoming Events -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Weekend long Kayak trip this weekend&lt;br /&gt;- Cast party for Children of Eden (date not set yet)&lt;br /&gt;- Possible rock climbing outing with The Boy, practicing on a wall of course, since I'm a n00b.&lt;br /&gt;- White Water Rafting is possible sometime, but hopefully it won't be too cold when it's decided.&lt;br /&gt;- Renaissance Faire opens this weekend, will have to check that out at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I guess that's all for now.  Is anyone still checking this site?  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6520955037213781109?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6520955037213781109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6520955037213781109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6520955037213781109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6520955037213781109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-long-time-no-update.html' title='Wow.  Long time no update.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1632537490606217817</id><published>2007-07-08T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:35:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would do that?</title><content type='html'>What type of boyfriend runs you a hot steamy bath when you've been cold and shivery all evening, leaves you yummy smelling shampoo and soap, lights the room only with candles, and plays Enya music while you soak and warm up?  And then makes you tea and lets you have the soft velour robe when you get out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Only the best kind, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So head over heels, here...&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1632537490606217817?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1632537490606217817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1632537490606217817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1632537490606217817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1632537490606217817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-would-do-that.html' title='Who would do that?'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6456798556592592607</id><published>2007-06-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:23:18.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valhalla Renaissance Faire -- 2 weekends, 1 update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weekend the first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to roll around in the dirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there was more to Valhalla than that, but it was still a highlight. Best moments include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting to meet new people who I totally clicked with. &lt;br /&gt;- Peeking out of my shy-shell in a few of the bits that I was involved in.&lt;br /&gt;- The beggar in the streets of the faire just made me smile. Adorable like a filthy little puppy, he was!&lt;br /&gt;- Spitting contests with cherry pits. I'm not very good, but I participated!&lt;br /&gt;- Balancing a cabbage on my head while walking through the faire.&lt;br /&gt;- Kick the cabbage! Thankfully, it wasn't on my head. ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Singing in the streets&lt;br /&gt;- Getting to be pulled through and learn some dances with the Merrie Pryanksters....SO much fun. I want to learn all of them!&lt;br /&gt;- Taking a moment to see Lake Tahoe -- which I'd never ever seen before -- and I could see Nevada from the shore!&lt;br /&gt;- The stars at night were GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting at the campfire and singing&lt;br /&gt;- And, of course, getting to spend the whole weekend in the wonderfully fun setting with my favorite fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I did have a moment where I felt a little overwhelmed and had to hide at camp for a minute. And I was still only peeking out of my shy shell, spent a lot of time observing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weekend the second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, aside from the expected rolling in the dirt, here's a sum-up of what happened this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) BEARS. There were apparently like, 6 bears (including a mama and two cubs) that decided to start wandering through the faire and campsites at night. I never saw one, but I had seen the security folk walking around through the camps with tranquilizer guns and flashlights whenever they heard reports of one near by. I also heard other camps make lots and lots of noise whenever there was one that came near by. And apparently, one of them got into the food booths and knocked over the fry vat because the oil smelled yummy. Who knew bears liked fried onion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Boy and I were pretty much it for the St. Helenas peasant guild, so mostly it was chilling out and enjoying the faire, rather than gigging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Boba Fett showed up at a campfire during the after hours party and sang "I wanna be a cowboy" before waltzing along with "Waltzing with Bears." Know who was under that costume? The beggar! I believe I mentioned him last time as one of my favorite bits of faire atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I learned how to use a drop spindle to spin yarn out of wool! Hopefully I can get one soon and can do that while sitting around at faire either on my own or with The Boy while singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I got attacked by a sign. ::rubs head:: I was sitting with The Boy while he was singing, with my eyes closed to enjoy the music without distraction, when a huge gust of wind came and knocked over a large sign that was next to us. The Boy stuck up his arm to block it, but the corner still managed to smack into my head and startled the hell out of me -- it could've been a LOT worse, so many thanks to my hero for playing defense! Anyway, because I yelled and started to tear up -- because damn, it did hurt and startle me -- people kept coming over going "OMGOMGOMG ARE YOU OAKY??" and alerting the EMT people on site.....ugh. It just embarassed me, since it was just a little lump and red mark. It took what felt like 5 minutes (an eternity if you're incredibly embarassed and just getting more upset by the embarassment) to get people to let it be and go away. Anyway, I'm fine. Still a bit red and tender on my noggin, but fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good weekend still! I really have enjoyed this experience and hope soooo much to continue doing this sort of thing. Oh, and those new boots I got last week worked SO much better for my poor feetsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go, take a look at my weekend!  No, the color coordinating between The Boy and I was not planned.  More of my favorite pictures (ganked from a site with over 1300 from the first weekend) can be found in this photo gallery of mine:  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/caity.andrews/ValhallaFaire2007"&gt;Valhalla Faire 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.google.com/image/caity.andrews/RmmQCIm5WtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CfcPCbcah6A/PeasantPileNap.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/caity.andrews/RmmQCIm5WtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CfcPCbcah6A/PeasantPileNap.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/caity.andrews/RmmQGom5WyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lwWWVGfZWgw/Singing3.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/caity.andrews/RmmQGom5WyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lwWWVGfZWgw/Singing3.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/caity.andrews/RmmQHom5WzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RzlP0sdkndM/SleepyBoy.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/caity.andrews/RmmQHom5WzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RzlP0sdkndM/SleepyBoy.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6456798556592592607?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6456798556592592607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6456798556592592607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6456798556592592607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6456798556592592607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/06/valhalla-renaissance-faire-2-weekends-1.html' title='Valhalla Renaissance Faire -- 2 weekends, 1 update!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-5563884043931841835</id><published>2007-06-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:40:26.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Updating...Again</title><content type='html'>Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great America:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of my friends from high school, a new girlfriend, myself and The Boy all went to Great America on Sunday, May 27th.  This was GREAT fun, because I hadn't seen some of them in a long time, or I hadn't been able to hang out with them due to scheduling conflicts.  Even though Great America's gotten cheesy and they aren't even trying to make their line waits interesting with their atmosphere. Still, the rides were fun and everyone enjoyed interacting with everyone else.  I really like the new girlfriend, and The Boy loves my friends, and says I can keep them.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boy's Birthday (May 28):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what The Boy got for his birthday from me (which I spent all day Saturday putting together):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basket wrapped in celophane and tied with a blue ribbon. In the basket was a box of blackberry jasmine tea, which he'll hopefully really like (since he's a tea drinker), and a bunch of bagels. HOME MADE BAGELS. And let me tell you, those bagels were a pain in the butt to make, but they're very yummy. Perhaps partially because they were made with love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made a batch of cinnamon raisin bagels for him, which came out WONDERFULLY. The second batch was a combo of onion and poppyseed, but unfortunately the onion ones were undercooked, and the poppyseed ones came out very small. Probably because the recipe didn't have any sugar in it -- which yeast apparently needs to interact with in order to rise properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, despite the fact that he didn't notice the basket right off so that we ended up having some very yummy apple pancakes for breakfast, he did try one and apparently agrees that they came out wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for a thoughtful and appreciated gift. I'm glad he likes 'em. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This Weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Valhalla up at South Lake Tahoe for a Renaissance Faire.  The Boy got me into one of the guilds, and it's my first time on the "other side," as it were.  I'm really looking forward to it!  We'll be leaving this afternoon, picking up some other riders, and then off we go.  Hopefully, it'll be lots and lots of fun, so I'll enjoy going back NEXT weekend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also baking cookies to bring and share with people, hopefully I'll get lots of new friends.  Though there's also people from Friday Night Waltz who will be there, too.  Speaking of which!  There's my timer.  Gotta go move cookies around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is The Kitola still a coward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Yes I am.  Trying to get up the guts to fix that, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-5563884043931841835?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/5563884043931841835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=5563884043931841835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5563884043931841835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5563884043931841835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/06/general-updatingagain.html' title='General Updating...Again'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-217238065025962968</id><published>2007-05-18T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:16:32.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crappy Day Made MUCH Better</title><content type='html'>So.  Statistics final.  Longest, most grueling, and probably most futile 2 and a half hours of my educational career.  It was 8 questions long (some had three parts), and it took &lt;b&gt;Two. And. A. Half. Hours.&lt;/b&gt;  I was getting so frustrated that I ended up crying.  By about 5:20 I was so upset that I essentially said "Okay, I can't do this anymore" and went to turn it in.  I was the second to last person there, I kept dropping things as I tried to get everything together, cursing only slightly under my breath the whole time.  I &lt;i&gt;ran&lt;/i&gt; the four blocks to the parking garage my car was in, drove home as quickly as I could (and I'll tell ya, I was so ticked that I was screaming at other drivers while I was in my car...at least I realized I needed to calm down and did my best to do so.)  Got home - where thankfully no one else was - and slammed things around.  Stole a peanut butter chocolate chip cookie, and made myself take a shower to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shower, I went over to The Boy's, and we headed off to Felton to see a band that someone he knew from high school was in.  The band was called &lt;a href="http://www.hotbutteredrum.net/"&gt;Hot Buttered Rum&lt;/a&gt;, and they played some really amazing bluegrass/jam music.  It was SO MUCH FUN.  The energy, the music, the dancing -- especially some of the slower swoon-inducing dancing -- totally lifted my mood out of the gutter it was in to the point where I felt like my bouncy self again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-217238065025962968?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/217238065025962968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=217238065025962968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/217238065025962968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/217238065025962968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/05/crappy-day-made-much-better.html' title='A Crappy Day Made MUCH Better'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-3482762392184184603</id><published>2007-05-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:03:06.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'm a coward</title><content type='html'>Yes, certain topics make me tear up for no readily apparent reason.  Yes, I've had difficulty communicating with people about various things -- such as what I want or what's bothering me -- for as long as I can remember (even since preschool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Despite all that, I think I'm going to attempt to swallow my fear and tell The Boy how I feel next weekend.  It'll be really hard....my biggest fear is that it'll come out wrong, or that it won't be received as well as hoped.  That's pretty much what's been keeping me from saying things outloud -- knowing that, while things won't go forward as well if I keep my mouth shut....opening it could make things a lot more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.  I'm going to try...because there's always the possibility that things might even get better.  Besides, I have a week to get my head ready to do so....so that should make it a bit easier, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, I'm already nervous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-3482762392184184603?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/3482762392184184603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=3482762392184184603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3482762392184184603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3482762392184184603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-im-coward.html' title='Okay, I&apos;m a coward'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8010250656090858871</id><published>2007-05-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:02:01.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sure fire way to sweep The Kitola off of her feet</title><content type='html'>Waltzing is good.  Singing is good.  But waltzing while being serenaded to?  Amazing.  Just wow.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8010250656090858871?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8010250656090858871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8010250656090858871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8010250656090858871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8010250656090858871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/05/sure-fire-way-to-sweep-kitola-off-of.html' title='A sure fire way to sweep The Kitola off of her feet'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2707855569695954614</id><published>2007-05-06T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:06:20.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...that was an adventure!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, it seems that The Boy's grandma is doing okay.  His parents are coming back up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....well, my weekend started with discovering that my best friend from high school is engaged.  Then, a few days later, I discovered that my OTHER gal pal from high school is engaged.  I get the privilege of telling our mutal friend B-Bear -- as long as I bring a camera along to record his reaction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to FNW on Friday, but it was extremely crowded and I was kinda in an "off" mood for some reason, and ended up heading home after the second set of music.  Got called by The Boy and invited to head over after I picked up my stuff, so of COURSE I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was.....eventful, to say the least!  We got together with three of The Boy's friends and went for a veeery long hike in Pacifica.  It was gorgeous out, and the trail was veeery pretty.  It went along what used to be Highway 1, and occasionally tou saw abandoned cars that were totally rusted out.  The top part, though, was such a pain (literally!) to get to.  It was so steep that my asthma was acting up so bad that I kept getting lightheaded and dizzy by the time I'd -finally- get to the top.  The Boy was super sweet and would fall back to keep me company or wait for me to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hike, we went down to the beach nearby to goof around (I'd gotten a "hot spot" on my foot from my boot rubbing on it funny...ow.  So no barefoot in the sand for me).  The Boy decided that he had to dig near the base of a small sand wall.  He ended up digging a really decent sized hole with some of us helping out by building retaining walls or tugging away the endges if they looked like they were going to fall in a bit.  Well, once he started to dig &lt;i&gt;into&lt;/i&gt; the sand bank.....that's when it got exciting.  The wall of sand &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fell down on top of him and covered him past his nose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and I swear, my heart stopped.  I was TERRIFIED.  I pulled off his hat and started to pull sand away from his face while some of his friends started digging him out.  I tried to help, but was kinda pushed back whenever I was attempting to, and wasn't strong enough to help pull him out.  It took a long time to pull him out....but he came out none the worse for wear, aside from being covered in sand -- THANK GOD.  I laugh about the mental picture now, but it scared the hell out of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the near-death-experience, we all grabbed food and went to see the movie "Hot Fuzz."  Extremely silly movie, so go see it if you liked "Shaun of the Dead."  It was a long exhausting day, full of adrenaline, and many of us left sunburned -- particularly The Boy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Sunday) was a lot calmer, but still much fun.  We went out and looked at some interesting homes for sale in Los Gatos hills....one of them was gigantic and GORGEOUS (as well as way too expensive), one was cheaper but....oddly built (seriously, the bathroom was tiny, had a huge window behind the toilet, a shower next to the window, and on the other side of the room was the washer/dryer), and the third one had a lot of charm!  Favorite things: Window enclosed eating nook, a room with a big ol' stone fireplace, and a room that was two levels with a "stage" like area about 4 feet off the ground.  Oh, and the woods?  GORGEOUS.  A pain in the butt to get to, mind you, due to windy narrow roads, but it was sooo pretty out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to a park to listen to local folk music players....play music.  We ended up staying out there for about an hour and a half, and it was very relaxing.  Grabbed some Chinese food for dinner, then collapsed back at home for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good weekend.  I love my weekends with my favorite Boy.  &lt;3  This Tuesday, we have tickets to go see "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels," which were gotten for us by our whistle player friend who works crew for these plays.  Really looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2707855569695954614?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2707855569695954614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2707855569695954614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2707855569695954614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2707855569695954614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/05/wellthat-was-adventure_06.html' title='Well...that was an adventure!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6941991711384837420</id><published>2007-05-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:13:54.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, when it rains it pours..</title><content type='html'>Got a call from The Boy today.  His grandma (the one who lives in Texas) got into a real bad car accident today.  Poor Boy....I sounded so upset that I even started to get tearful, despite having never met the woman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to call me anytime, and if he ever needs company that I'll head over at the drop of a hat, but I really want to do something more for him.  I just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update from when originally posted:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy just called and told me that grandma is out of surgery and in stable condition.  Very good news.  Hopefully, she'll pull through and have many more years with her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6941991711384837420?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6941991711384837420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6941991711384837420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6941991711384837420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6941991711384837420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/05/boy-when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='Boy, when it rains it pours..'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2604972992957489534</id><published>2007-04-28T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:04:33.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiet -- though GORGEOUS -- weekend</title><content type='html'>So, as I mentioned in the comments on the last post, The Boy's grandfather passed away on Sunday morning while The Boy was still down in L.A.  He took it kinda hard, since he'd just seen him the previous day, so when he came back from L.A. I kept him company for the evening. Spent a lot of time walking, talking, and he showed me a bunch of the pictures he collected -- as well as a collection of cufflinks he inherited from his grandfather.  There were some fabulous things there, including a tuxedo set of onyx cufflinks.  He says he's going to wear them the next time he uses the tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, my parents and I had The Boy over for dinner at our house -- just the four of us.  It was a super nice evening, and my parents really enjoy having him over.  :)  Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday marked the 1 year anniversary of Irish Dancing at a local pub I go to, so they had set up a dinner beforehand for anyone who wanted to attend.  One of the other dancers kept refilling The Boy's hard cider before it emptied, so I took the opportunity to help him finish it off.  We both got a bit tipsy from it, but it wore off (or was sweated out?) by the time the dancing was done.  Actually, on Wednesdays the pub has Karaoke after the Irish dancing, and they were playing disco music at the time.  Well, I've learned Hustle dancing, and have sorta been teaching The Boy how to do it, so we actually stuck around about a half hour longer dancing to the disco music.  It's so fun and high energy!  Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, The Boy had free tickets to the opening of a new movie theater -- given to him by HP -- so we, of course, took advantage of them.  We went and saw The Astronaut Farmer....it was such a nice movie!  Very family friendly, and it had a warm and fuzzy feel to it.  Great movie, though I was a little concerned for The Boy's sake when it got to a point where grandpa (in the movie) died and one of the grandkids found him.  I think he was okay with it, but we ended up skipping out on the Celtic Music for the night and just went back to hang out at his place.  I took a detour by way of my house, though, to pick up some chocolate chip cookies I'd made for him to take to L.A. and share with his family on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was gooooorgeous out, and I went for a bike ride through downtown to a park to sit and read.  Finished my book by around noon, so I called my mom to see if she wanted to get lunch, and invited The Boy along as well...since he was taking the day off to get some things done, and everyone needs to eat lunch.  We went to a nearby sushi place and got to sit in one of the booths where you take your shoes off before entering.  It was really comfortable, and the sushi was very yum-tastic.  Aside from that, my Friday was uneventful.  Went to downtown Mountain View with my parents for dinner (found out later that The Boy and his parents were ALSO in downtown Mountain View for dinner, at the same time), then to Palo Alto for gelato and to see my singer-friend perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, The Boy headed back to L.A. with his family to handle the estate and attend the funeral which'll be tomorrow.  They'll be coming back on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another beautious day out.  Maybe I'll bike to the bicycle store to get some actual bike shorts (the padded kind, so I don't feel like I bruise delicate areas due to the seat on my bike).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2604972992957489534?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2604972992957489534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2604972992957489534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2604972992957489534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2604972992957489534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-quiet-though-gorgeous-weekend.html' title='Another quiet -- though GORGEOUS -- weekend'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6349338053215237489</id><published>2007-04-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:11:48.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Weekend</title><content type='html'>The Boy is down in L.A. this weekend, to record his grandpa's oral history.  See, his grandpa has inoperable cancer in his neck, and The Boy wanted to get his history down before it's too late.  He's been scanning in photos and pictures of family objects so that, with his interviewing that he's going to get done, he will be able to put together a DVD so that all members of the family will have access to the important pictures and stories -- instead of having them all split up among the different members.  It's a GREAT idea and I totally support it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it allows me some time to get much needed work done on my school papers.  I've got one due on Monday (finished it), one a week from Monday (started it), and one a week from Wednesday.  Fwoof!  Guess I ought to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will consist of Friday Night Waltz tonight, and lots of paper writing...so that I can go play NEXT weekend when The Boy is back in town.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of pictures from the anniversary party we went to last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_olRMqT6Fio0/RipFidVT0VI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kuFZYY48KMM/s1600-h/GussiedUp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_olRMqT6Fio0/RipFidVT0VI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kuFZYY48KMM/s320/GussiedUp1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055929989968679250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_olRMqT6Fio0/RipFidVT0WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PVJOdbShaMc/s1600-h/Dancing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_olRMqT6Fio0/RipFidVT0WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PVJOdbShaMc/s320/Dancing2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055929989968679266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6349338053215237489?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6349338053215237489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6349338053215237489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6349338053215237489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6349338053215237489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiet-weekend.html' title='A Quiet Weekend'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_olRMqT6Fio0/RipFidVT0VI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kuFZYY48KMM/s72-c/GussiedUp1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2386207670221341919</id><published>2007-04-15T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:13:21.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking in the rain....?  Sure, why not!</title><content type='html'>First off, here's a picture of those lovely "Just Because" flowers I got.  I feel all fluttery every time I look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/JustBecauseFlowers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just had this conversation on IM with my sister-in-law...&lt;br /&gt;[05:08] Her: any special reason? &lt;br /&gt;[05:08] Me: Well&lt;br /&gt;[05:08] Me: They were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;[05:08] Me: And Jeremy felt like getting me flowers.&lt;br /&gt;[05:08] Me: Just Because.&lt;br /&gt;[05:09] Her: Keep This Man!&lt;br /&gt;[05:09] Me: I shall do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saw a pirate show...thing...at SJSU with The Boy and mah buddy B-Bear on Friday Night by a dance group called "Company One."  What they do is take songs from other musicals and then write a completely different show around them.  It was such a cute and silly thing, and had some of my favorite songs from musicals (like "Creation of Man" from &lt;i&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;/i&gt; and "Reviewing the Situation" from &lt;i&gt;Oliver!&lt;/i&gt;).  Much fun was had by all.  Oh, and the Askew Grill over by campus is soooooo good.  Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went on a 14 mile (round trip) bike ride yesterday down to Los Gatos and back.  It was poooouring rain, but it was still so fun!  Especially since we stopped in downtown Los Gatos for Chai Lattes.  That was the best soy chai I've ever had!  Oh, and I got to use my brand new bike and I didn't get &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; worn out by it.  Though I can still feel where the seat was hurting me near the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baked some dark chocolate espresso bean cookies.  SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to a VERY interesting event last night, too.  The Boy's manager had her 10th year anniversary with her husband.  There was Indian Food (Which I'd never had before...yummy, but boy it sits with you), a belly dancer, about a million (or 30, hard to tell sometimes) kids running around like mad, dancing (my favorite part!), and lots of fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This morning, The Boy went for a run so I cleaned up his place a bit and then came home to do some term paper work.  May be going back tonight to watch a movie, but don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good few days.  I'm soooo happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2386207670221341919?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2386207670221341919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2386207670221341919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2386207670221341919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2386207670221341919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/04/biking-in-rain-sure-why-not.html' title='Biking in the rain....?  Sure, why not!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8155256984597444253</id><published>2007-04-14T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T09:10:35.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawww..... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>"Just Because" flowers are the BEST kind of flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8155256984597444253?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8155256984597444253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8155256984597444253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8155256984597444253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8155256984597444253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/04/dawww-3.html' title='Dawww..... &lt;3'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1571239250224527049</id><published>2007-04-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:14:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Interesting Life</title><content type='html'>I had such an interesting weekend!  Sadly, I don't have a great amount of time to type up everything, so I'll summarize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, The Boy and I drove up to the house of one of his friends up off of the Russian River for an event dubbed "The Bunny Burn."  Apparently, this woman and her family/friends have been holding this event for 10 years, where they would build a big ol' bunny effigy filled with paper and fireworks, a gianormous bonfire, and then burn it all up while the gathered company dances and sings animal songs while wearing masks.  That part was exactly as awesome as you can picture it being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was kinda grey and foggy when we got there, and it had rained before we got there, but it was still really pretty there.  We were the first folk there, so actually we got put to work and helped clean and set up for the event.  I wanted to help with the harder labor, but my ankle was still healing so that I couldn't be quite as useful as I'd have liked to be.  My task was pretty much keeping The Boy company while clearing the yard, helping him build the bonfire so that it didn't collapse in on itself, and staple-gunning bunny heads to walls.  Don't worry, they were PAPER bunny heads.  ;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's bunny was pretty much sewn together fabric that was stuffed with paper and fireworks, so it went up REALLY quick once it caught fire....but the actual bonfire stayed up and lasted a good long time.  There was much fun down there on the beach with glowsticks, singing, dancing, and burning.  Once that fire died out, we moved up from the beach to the yard and continued visiting and made s'mores.  Mmmmms'mores.  And once we were all tuckered out, we climbed into our tent down by the beach for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, we were up at about 8 or so.  The Boy took one of the kayaks up the river into the "downtown" area, but I wasn't quite awake enough to be up to it, so I stuck around on the beach to do some exploring, went up to the house and grabbed a nice hot soy chai latte, and settled down to look at the prettiness back down at the river.  I got divebombed by a hummingbird a bunch of times (it swooped about 10 times, I think), saw a huge turkey vulture across the river, AND!  And I saw a river otter swimming around.  That was way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:30, we headed back here to get cleaned up, grab a catnap, and scurry off to my parentals for Easter dinner with my brother and his wife, my sister, my niece, her new boy-toy, and my mom's friend's family.  There was much joyous chatting, joking, teasing, eating, and general good times had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm vera tired, have an urge to exercise while simultaneously wanting to just snuggle up and watch a movie.  But, I have to flee now and get a bikerack and the junk-bike off of my car before leaving for school.  Hope everyone else had a wonderful weekend!  Oh yeah, and happy-belated-Zombie-Jesus-Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1571239250224527049?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1571239250224527049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1571239250224527049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1571239250224527049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1571239250224527049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-interesting-life.html' title='My Interesting Life'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-4860846345320751517</id><published>2007-04-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:05:07.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very nice evening</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I had nothing to worry about.  The Boy's parents are sweet and a bit entertaining to watch them interact with him and each oter.  The Passover part of the evening -- which is, what I think, I was worrying about moreso than meeting the parentals officially -- was done in a way so that I didn't feel &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; left out.  Yeah, I couldn't read/sing the Hebrew, but everything was also explained to me, along with what the traditions meant.  The Boy says that it was probably a good thing, since the meal is typically used to teach the youngest members of the family about the whole fleeing from Egypt and plagues and whatnot....so they got to actually re-learn how to explain everything to someone who had a very small clue about the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes.  That was good, and I think it went well.  Even though they did see that yes, I actually do enjoy and encourage The Boy's puns...as he put it, "Yeah, they noticed that.  Much to their shagrin."  I can't help it that he makes me giggle!  One more thing that seems like a good sign to his parentals liking me, his dad gave me a hug when I showed up, and his mom gave me one when I left.  Hurrah for hugs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Other News!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to have a post without one of these sections, eh?  :P  Anyway, just putting this hear to mention that I have a new bike -- which is good, so I'll be able to start learning trails and stuff around here.  I'll get some pictures of it later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have new glasses!  Okay, my eyesight isn't that bad (20/25) but the fuzziness on signs and stuff drives me crazy, so I prefer to have glasses.  These are rimless, though, so you can actually see more of my face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the new ones (don't know if you can tell I was nervous while taking this picture....was waiting to be picked up to go meet the parents yesterday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/NewGlasses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for comparison, here's the older ones.  This was taken pre-Glenn Miller event.  The Boy piled hats onto my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/HatQueen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-4860846345320751517?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/4860846345320751517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=4860846345320751517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4860846345320751517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/4860846345320751517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-nice-evening.html' title='A very nice evening'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6795351417656167273</id><published>2007-03-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:29:07.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Exam Fun!</title><content type='html'>On the way back from the Glenn Miller event, the following conversation (sorta) occured while trying to find the freeway home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy: We need 880, so keep your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okie. ::squints at road signs:: uhh...&lt;br /&gt;The Boy: Oh, there it is!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...You can read that!?&lt;br /&gt;THe Boy: Yep!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, so you can read that with your new laser eyes....and I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; read it &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; my glasses. ::takes off glasses and peers at them:: When did that become fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I went and got to meet my new eye doctor....who I LOVE. He was personable and talkative, he asked questions and was interested in things I had to say, and he was patient as all get out. I have a huge problem with the glacauma test, where they poof air in your eyes (at least they've gotten gentler), and my last eye doctor's staff got mad at me when I kept flinching and/or blinking due to being tense about having something that close to my eyes. This guy was very sweet about it and I was calm enough so that I only had to do three retakes....apparently, he has a special needs son and that would definitely attribute to his patience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was doing the "Better 1....or 2?" part of the exam for my left eye, he had a lense up that was pretty darn clear, and swapped it out to one that was completely blurred by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Any change when I do this? ::flip::&lt;br /&gt;Me: No way in hell I can read that line now.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: That's what your glasses are, currently.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....Wha?? I didn't know they were that off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird. Also weird was when he let me play with a little monocle thing that was solid except for a slit in it, to show me something cool with my astigmatism. Angled infront of my one left eye (the one with the worse astigmatism) a certain way and the chart was somewhat clear...clearer than normal, actually. But if you rotated it 90 degrees, it became totally blurred. It was SO weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all....I'm not sure what my vision is in relation to 20/20....don't think that actually came up....but I found out that I'm somewhat nearsighted in my right eye, and the astigmatism in my left eye is more warped than my right. So I'm getting new lenses and frames with the tweaked perscription. I'm actually going to go for a new look and go with totally rim-less glasses, instead of the half-rim frames I have now. I'll post pics when I have those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other News:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my bike over to The Boy's to get it looked at, since it hasn't been used in about 5-6 years...and I've had it for over 10...and it seriously needed looking over before it would be rideable. Apparently, while it's not totally beyond repair, it's definitely not safe and was put together with shoddy construction. We got various bits lubed up and tweaked other bits (I don't know the technicalities behind it...if I did, I would've been able to work on it myself, I bet!) so that it's.....well, somewhat safer for street riding, I guess. All in all, it might just make more sense to get a new one that isn't too expensive, since I'd like to start biking around again and maybe even attempt some tame trails while I regain my certainty with riding a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Change of Plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to The Boy's grandpa not doing well, he'll be going down to L.A. to spend some time with him and other family members.  Because of all of that, no one will be around this weekend to cook for the first night of Passover...so his parents are moving their dinner to Wednesday.  Also, The Boy and I decided it'd probably be better if I don't go to the Tuesday dinner at a different family's house...since with the previous plans, it made a bit more sense.  Meet the parents, then see them again in a less one-on-one situation the next night.  If I went to Tuesday, then Wednesday, it would feel a little....backwards. And they wouldn't have been able to grill me properly.  :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.  I still get to meet them, and have the dinner with them, but it's just on Wednesday instead of two days in the week.  I feel a little less intimidated now, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6795351417656167273?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6795351417656167273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6795351417656167273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6795351417656167273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6795351417656167273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/eye-exam-fun.html' title='Eye Exam Fun!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2870404066139592115</id><published>2007-03-26T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:06:14.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn Miller Orchestra Event pictures</title><content type='html'>Spent too much time dancing the night away to get any really good pictures of the venue....but trust me, it was aMAZing.  The swing dancing was on the hangar deck of the aircraft carrier, but you could go up to the flight deck and see parked planes as well as the lights of the city.  It was cold and kinda foggy out, so while you could see the lights of the city from the flight deck, it definitely was chilly and damp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people there, but it only ever actually felt crowded when attempting to watch the professional swing dancers and occasionally when on the dance floor (especially when you're like me and got stepped on by ladies' heels three times during the night. Owwies). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my hair, I ended up doing a sort of "Dorothy Gale" ponytail thing for hair, instead of anything that was posted. It was simple, and it worked really well. So yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a slide show of our pictures from the event.  Enjoy!  Oh, and see how The Boy doesn't have his glasses anymore?  Hurrah for Lasik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/1174956002.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that was wonderfully fun. And we kept bumping into people that we knew from FNW and other places. Yay for good music, fun dancing, and fantabulous company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, there was kayaking in the morning -- first time EVER for me -- and it was SO much fun. I'm definitely feeling it today, though...my shoulders could definitely use a massage. It hurts in a good way, though, if that makes sense. We had a picnic lunch with my parentals, and in the evening took an impromptu lightrail ride down to downtown San Jose for dinner and wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a fabulous weekend that I wouldn't trade for anything. A great kickoff to spring break. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2870404066139592115?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2870404066139592115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2870404066139592115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2870404066139592115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2870404066139592115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/glenn-miller-orchestra-event-pictures.html' title='Glenn Miller Orchestra Event pictures'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-3635684225632732094</id><published>2007-03-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:33:23.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my God...</title><content type='html'>Last night and this morning I was having some down-in-the-dumps feelings and my esteem was lower than usual.  This morning, at breakfast with The Boy, there was a note in my napkin that had my name on the outside, and inside all it said was "You are beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-3635684225632732094?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/3635684225632732094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=3635684225632732094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3635684225632732094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3635684225632732094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh my God...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1524681416823909394</id><published>2007-03-23T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:20:21.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin Laser Beams!</title><content type='html'>So on Wednesday, The Boy got Lasik surgery done.  I drove him to and from the appointment, then played nurse for the poor boy.  Once the anesthetic wore off, his eyes felt like they were burning and he was extremely light sensitive, so we kept all of the lights off in his condo.  As if those weren't enough, his allergies had been bothering him and he'd been so tense during the procedure that he developed a combo sinus/tension headache....he was in so much pain at times that he would cling to me tightly and whimper.  I wish there was more that I could've done to help with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, his dad came by for dinner (read: pizza, because you can be temporarily blind and still handle it easily) and to see how The Boy was doing.  I was a little nervous about it, when I knew he'd be dropping by, but it wasn't too hard at all.  He was very nice, and it was probably good for me to meet at least ONE of them beforehand, so I don't feel like I just get dropped into a totally intimidating situation while only knowing The Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, The Roommate came out of his cave and was social, and gave The Boy some asprin (to go with his Valium and Motrin) to help with all of the pain he was having.    Thankfully, he felt better within a half hour to 45 minutes after taking those (the tea I made for us probably helped out a bit, too), and he was up for singing and even attempting to dance a bit.  His eyes still felt a bit burny, but the Valium was helping him not care about it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't let him kick me out that night when he was going to bed, because I wanted to make sure he was alright in the morning.  And while he was allowed to open his eyes, he was still pretty light sensitive and didn't feel up to trying to drive himself anywhere, so I drove him to his follow-up in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked from home yesterday, but overall is feeling better with every hour that passes.  So that's very good...though it'll take some getting used to to see him without his glasses.  Also, for him to get over his habits of adjusting glasses that he no longer needs.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and The Boy says that his dad thought I was really nice.  He said it was good PR for me to stick around and help him out so much.  Well, what was I going to do, drive him home and drop him off??  I think not!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1524681416823909394?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1524681416823909394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1524681416823909394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1524681416823909394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1524681416823909394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/friggin-laser-beams.html' title='Friggin Laser Beams!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6684946725487594351</id><published>2007-03-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:49:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update of sorts</title><content type='html'>Had a vera nice weekend with The Boy, though I was in an odd mood on St. Patty's day....if I were to retell it here, it would sound like I had a worse time than I did, so I won't bother.  It actually wasn't too bad, just felt kinda out of place when he and his friends started a strategy game and I opted to sit out because the logistics behind it confused me a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Wednesday), The Boy is going to be getting Lasik eye surgery done....so guess who gets to play nurse!  I'll be driving him to and from, and I'm going to stick around until he's allowed to use his eyes again and he's over the Valium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, we're going to a swing dance event that the Glenn Miller Orchestra will be playing at on the USS Hornet.  VERY COOL and I'm incredibly excited about it.  I've been trying to figure out what to do with my hair...I want to do a Pageboy, but my one attempt so far ended up with severe curls.  :P  That'll work, though, if my other attempt doesn't work any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, that I mentioned in a comment in my previous post.  So, I will be meeting The Boy's parents in a week and a half at the latest.  Yeah, you read that right...what will probably be my first encounter with The (Nice Jewish) Boy's parents is for dinner on the first night of Passover.  Oh yeah, I'm nervous.  But incredibly excited, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6684946725487594351?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6684946725487594351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6684946725487594351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6684946725487594351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6684946725487594351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/update-of-sorts.html' title='An update of sorts'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6311409174943848552</id><published>2007-03-12T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:45:13.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Weekend Notes</title><content type='html'>The Boy kidnapped me on Friday (well, told me to come over at about 5), and we had a picnic dinner in the park where he sang very sweet lovey folk music tunes from his tome of songs (he has a huge collection of them).  Then we snuggled up back at his place to watch Spirted Away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent all day in SF on Saturday, where we went all through the Haight and Ashbury district looking for 40s clothes (we're going to a Glenn Miller Orchestra event soon), then to a peace and protest song "hootenanie" at The Cafe International.  Very cool event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we walked down to the Farmer's Market in Campbell, got almost matching outfits for the swing event (he has a brown suit, I have a brown dress, and we have matching hats...it was his idea to get matching hats)....snuggled and napped in the afternoon for a bit, then worked on a folk song he wanted to learn.  I got to harmonize YAY.  Grabbed some food at the store, made dinner, and once again snuggled for entertainment on his large 24 inch computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there from 5 on Friday until 10 pm on Sunday.  Much love for spending so much time with him.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  And he told me his mom wants to meet me.  So yeah, at some point in the undetermined future, I'll be over having dinner with him and his folks.  Holy crap nervous!  Never had to deal with that situation before.  What with Joey essentially hiding me from his folks (have I mentioned enough times how bloody content I am to be out of that relationship?  I don't mind being friends with him, but that relationship was crap on my end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just gotta be myself....but "myself" is extremely nervous in new situations!  I just really want them to like me....'cause I can really see this whole thing working out between The Boy and me.  Anyone have advice for keeping my cool at least so I don't come off like too much of a shy and nervous nutjob?  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm kinda totally smitten here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6311409174943848552?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6311409174943848552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6311409174943848552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6311409174943848552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6311409174943848552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-weekend-notes.html' title='Quick Weekend Notes'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-216198827719420624</id><published>2007-03-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:51:13.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love surreal events!!</title><content type='html'>So last night, before heading over to FNW, The Boy and I stopped off at Stanford to participate in a friend's recording session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this fella typically plays his music at a gelato place in downtown Palo Alto on Fridays, so twice a month we stop in to see him anyway. He's such a character! There's no way that I could describe him here and do it any justice....but essentially, the event was for a CD he's making called "Blues Kazoo"...where the music is all guitar, kazoo, and miscellaneous instruments (bike horns, train whistles, bells, and a siren whistle that I got to play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from us, there were two teenage boys who showed up and were REALLY into the whole thing, an older couple who was there at the beginning, and a fella who showed up later and left a bit early. There were a few "audience participation" numbers -- one with all of the misc. instruments where I had the siren whistle (a "perfect instrument for me," I've heard ;-) ), and another few where we played kazoo in the chorus or sang along. Hee, I was the only female person around for the sing-a-long stuff, so even though it's hard to find my individual kazooing...it's REALLY easy to pick out my voice in the songs. Oh! And one of the songs, at the end, you can hear me giggle. I'm kinda embarassed by it, but I've been told it's perfect and cute. So yay, then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my own CD of it....it's so going onto my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FNW was much fun, as always. Fun music -- though the tempos felt a little fuzzy for some of the dances -- and all in all it was great fun. I even got a Congress in, and dragged/lead through the Bohemian National Polka for the second time ever. The funny thing about that, is the time I finally NAILED the pivots....another dancing couple crashed into us. Ha! Ah well, such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-216198827719420624?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/216198827719420624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=216198827719420624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/216198827719420624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/216198827719420624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-surreal-events.html' title='I love surreal events!!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2790197584407242209</id><published>2007-02-26T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:49:19.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick Picture Post</title><content type='html'>Taken by my friend at the Gaskell Ball....that Cinderella gown is virtually falling off of me!  Yay for shrinking in size, but boo for that awesome ball gown not fitting as well as it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/FirstGaskell.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww my handsome Boy.  I want to hug him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2790197584407242209?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2790197584407242209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2790197584407242209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2790197584407242209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2790197584407242209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-quick-picture-post.html' title='Just a quick Picture Post'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7537460216490302623</id><published>2007-02-25T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:40:40.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekends kinda rock now.</title><content type='html'>Purrrrrr......so very good this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy came back from Florida early-ish on Friday, so we got together and cooked dinner.  Very yummy marinated lamb and veggies.  Popped a movie into his computer and flop/snuggled on the bed for it....though both of us kept dozing off during the movie.  Actually, we went to sleep for the night at 9:00, him because he was still adjusting to the time change, and me because I was so tired anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both woke up the next morning kinda early, at around 7, and after finally getting up at 9:30 we cooked breakfast (frittata, Mmmm).  We basically bummed around the house all day on Saturday, 'cause it was cold and icky out...though we did take time out to go get our cars washed!  Mine REALLY needed it, heh.  :P  At about 4:00, I came home for a quick bath to warm up and shave my legs, and gather up my clothing for &lt;a href="http://www.gaskellball.com"&gt;The Gaskell Ball&lt;/a&gt;.  We took my Cinderella costume (which doesn't really fit all that well...I've lost weight since the summer!) and loaded up his car.  He wore his basic tux stuff, so I put on some nicer clothes while we went out to sushi dinner.  The dancing was VERY fun, and I'll poost pictures up when I have them.  I had a lot of friends there from Friday Night Waltz, and one of my friends from the Wednesday Irish Dancing was there, too!!  Yay fun.  Got back to his place by around 1:00 AM, and essentially passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8 in the morning to find The Boy walking around and doing laundry stuffs.  Once he noticed I was awake, though, he crawled back into bed for some cuddling and he gave me a massage on my back -- because my shoulders/back were soooooore from dancing so long.  :P  We had a big breakfast of leftover fritatta and bagels, then got in touch with The Boy's friend of the same name.  Long story shorter:  we all met up for lunch, hiked for 7 miles, had dinner, then we came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sore, I'm tired, but I'm extremely happy -- though I wish I were back at his place and snuggled up against my Boy for the night.  He's a bit o' wonderful, he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7537460216490302623?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7537460216490302623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7537460216490302623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7537460216490302623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7537460216490302623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-weekends-kinda-rock-now_25.html' title='My weekends kinda rock now.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1114467709882408424</id><published>2007-02-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:04:18.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm....Good Day...</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went out to Friday Night Waltz with The Boy.  Not a lot of people were there, since most of them went to the Stanford Ball, I guess.  So there was a lot of space on the dance floor, which meant lots of creative dancing.  Listening to "Barbie Girl" in German is just.....highly bizarre!  Oh, and having about four people hovering around me and staring at my torso in an attempt to translate the Spanish poem that was printed on my shirt was VERY entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long night of sleeping and snuggling on The Boy, we had breakfast this morning and I darted home to change and grab some things before we headed out to Santa Cruz for the day.  It was just GORGEOUS out there, the temprature was up in the 70's.  I've never actually just wandered around downtown Santa Cruz before, and it's a lovely place. It's just....charming! And there was also sooo many street performers playing their instruments and whatnot, and my two personal favorites were &lt;a href="http://www.thegreatmorgani.com"&gt;The Great Morgani&lt;/a&gt; and a family playing bluegrass music together -- two teen boys, a mom, and either an elderly looking dad or a grampa. I really think that all downtowns ought to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy did keep getting phonecalls from work, due to more shit hitting the fan, and he felt sooo bad about having to be on the phone while I was around.  He was feeling so bad about it after the first long phone call (we were at a coffee/tea house, so I just sipped my tea and read my Neil Gaiman book while he did work -- because really, what can ya do?) that I had to get up and give him a good hug around the neck and shoulders.  He felt a bit better after that.  He really doesn't want to be one of the people who does work stuff while out with others....as he put it, he doesn't want work to be intruding on the things that are really important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a really good day.  We danced to the music of the street performers, we sat and I leaned against him while he sang a few of his favorite songs (I joined in whenever I knew the words), we had dinner at a seafood restaurant on the wharf, then he bought us each a chocolate dipped strawberry for desert.  Very fun to be fed those things in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept thanking me for the day, too, and told me that today would've sucked if it weren't for me.  It's true, too...he would've stayed home and been sucked into work drama, and I know he needed the weekend and some joyful company.  I'm all too happy to provide that service.  I love listening to him sing, and it was just so nice to spend the whole day walking and holding hands.  Le sigh.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to give him a quick call and then head to bed.  Tomorrow's hike was called off, due to The Boy having more work stuff happening.  He hopes to be done by mid-day, though, and he'll give me a call so we can go play and he can get relaxation in before he has to leave to go BACK to Florida on Monday.  Poor guy...he really hates not being able to follow through on his plans, and work has been causing him to do that a lot this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1114467709882408424?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1114467709882408424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1114467709882408424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1114467709882408424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1114467709882408424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/02/mmmmgood-day.html' title='Mmmm....Good Day...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1070066403537669126</id><published>2007-02-14T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:02:44.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's!</title><content type='html'>Hope you few readers have a good day today!  I'll try to, even though I miss my Boy.  Darn work sending him to Florida...at least I'll get to see him this weekend for a hike.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1070066403537669126?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1070066403537669126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1070066403537669126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1070066403537669126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1070066403537669126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2768642952251769661</id><published>2007-02-10T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:31:22.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Generally Happy Kitola</title><content type='html'>Last night was much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy and I went to this restaurant and bar called "The Blue Pheasant" for dinner and dancing....which I'd been to before, but had forgotten about.  He really needed the outting after some very stressy/hectic three weeks at work ("The sky's been falling," as he puts it) and I've been feeling cabin feverish due to the cold that I'm FINALLY over (save for the annoying cough), so I poked around until I found something that said it had food and dancing.  Metroactive.com said this place had "Big band, swing, 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's" music, and their website had said something about a wide range of dance music -- "from swing and ballroom to hip-hop and salsa, and even some good ol' rock and roll."  So, I suggested it, and he agreed it sounded like a great idea.  And I finally had a reason to break out my new swing dance dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was yummy, he had something they called a lamb steak, and I had the special of petrale (my very favorite fish) in crab sauce.  He even offered to buy wine....I'm not much of a drinker, but I'll take some white zinfandel when it's offered.  After deciding to pass on dessert (we couldn't even finish what we had), we went over to the bar/dancing part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancing was very different than most other dancing I've done.  First of all, it was pretty crowded when we started dancing (around 9, I think), probably due to the fact that there were two birthdays being celebrated, and most of these people were 35 or older.  The music also wasn't really what I expected from the descriptions -- meaning, it was primarily disco and 80s music.  Well, you'd be amazed by what you can swing dance to!  Later on, it was so crowded you could barely move on the dance floor (at least with the couple-dancing we were doing....if you were just sorta spazz-dancing, I guess there was enough room) and it was freakishly LOUD.  So, being the "boring" people we are, we called it a night at 10:30 and went back to The Boy's.  Ha, best conversation happened in the car, though, as we marveled at the sound difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  .......It's quiet....&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ........Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Both:  .......&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ...Except for the ringing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Him:  I was about to say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at his place...well, I'll say this:  I'm a sucker for candles, soft music, and slow dancing in the dim lighting.  ::Swoon::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for less than happy things:  The Boy's work decided he needs to be in Florida this week....and the latest flight out he could get was 7 in the morning on Sunday.  So he's going to miss seeing my show.  He really doesn't want to miss it and is really upset that the trip is not only messing up his plan to do that, but also that it's keeping him away on Valentine's Day.  I'm completely bummed out too, but at least I know it isn't his fault and he would rather be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least last night was exceptionally splendiferous.  And having that memory, as well as knowing that The Boy had the fun night that he needed and deserved, is what makes me happy despite the sad stuff about Florida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2768642952251769661?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2768642952251769661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2768642952251769661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2768642952251769661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2768642952251769661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/02/generally-happy-kitola.html' title='A Generally Happy Kitola'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-685618660197910666</id><published>2007-02-04T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:31:22.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics!</title><content type='html'>Still don't have the full costume pictures from The Boy's camera, but by poking around on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, I found us in the background!  You can see my cool black and white dress, my hair that I was sooo proud of putting up myself, and my ever handsome Boy waltzing with me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/EdwardianBall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these aren't from the Edwardian Ball....but here are a few pictures taken at the Wassail Party back on Jan. 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/FirstStop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't the best picture of me, but I love The Boy's face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/Snuggles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for right now!  I'm gonna go to bed a little early.  I'm battling a cold at the moment.  Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's one more of my Jitterbug costume for Wizard of Oz.  I was killing time between scenes reading "32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny."  Very good book, written by The Boy's 3rd grade teacher, actually!  Green Spandex is just so flattering.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/JitterbugBookworm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-685618660197910666?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/685618660197910666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=685618660197910666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/685618660197910666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/685618660197910666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7669460200745827697</id><published>2007-01-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:05:31.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwardian Ball</title><content type='html'>I had soooooo much fun at the ball last night.  Even though I forgot my wallet and we had to turn around when we were virually there....The Boy was being so darn sweet about it, though, and tried to keep me from feeling too bad about it.  Felt pretty guilty on the way back to the house, but fine on the way back to the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was awesome, the acrobatics were aMAZing, and oh the sexy ballroom dancing that there was between me and The Boy. ; )  There's nothing hotter than ending a slow and sultry swing with a kiss....mrawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to quote The Boyfriend:  "You're getting a lot of looks, you should revel in it....even some of the girls are checking you out"  Talk about bumping my esteem up a few levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into people I know there, from FNW.  One of which I know the name of, but he didn't seem to remember meeting me, and another that I know (originally) from Celtic Night at the pub and went ice skating with The Boy and another friend of our's way back in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll put up a picture of us all dressed up once The Boyfriend gets them off of his camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7669460200745827697?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7669460200745827697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7669460200745827697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7669460200745827697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7669460200745827697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/01/edwardian-ball.html' title='Edwardian Ball'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7677821835551307879</id><published>2007-01-13T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:02:36.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Labyrinth and Vivid Dreams</title><content type='html'>Last night, The Boy and I went to go see "Pan's Labyrinth" with some of his friends (I invited one of mine, but he bailed, the bum).  I was impressed that I'd met them all before, at least once, and I get along with them (aside from the one currently living with The Boy, but simply because I don't really know how to relate to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movie, it is REALLY cool.  If y'all ever get the chance to go see it, you should.  The effects are very cool and dark, like in Mirrormask, but it's also got a good horror aspect.  There were parts that I had to watch between my fingers while semi-burried against The Boy, due to the ick factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is in the movie are these fairies that, at the beginning, look like bugs.  Big icky LONG bugs.  Apparently, these bugs appeared in a dream of The Boy's last night, and he's a very vivid dreamer.  ::Snerks::  At some point in the night, I was awoken by being abruptly grabbed and pulled/rolled to The Boy's side of the bed while he swatted at where I had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::WTF OMG MY HEART::  Mnugh!?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  ::Completely, totally asleep::  Bug.  Big bug.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ....Wha?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  There was a bug.  ::mumble zzzz::&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::Half asleep::  You scared the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  Sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that happened while he was asleep, or at least not completely awake at least.  I asked him about it in the morning and he very vaguely remembered something about it happening.  Now, it amuses the hell outta me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7677821835551307879?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7677821835551307879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7677821835551307879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7677821835551307879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7677821835551307879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-labyrinth-and-vivid-dreams.html' title='A new Labyrinth and Vivid Dreams'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7708320872318102994</id><published>2007-01-06T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:56:28.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already a busy year!</title><content type='html'>Why yes, I have been seeing The Boy nearly every day this year so far, why do you ask?  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I baked cookies and went over to The Boy's house later on with about half of them to hang out and watch Mirrormask.  VERY cool movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, the Wizard of Oz rehearsals started again and holy crap I'd almost forgotten how disorganized and repetative they are.  Yargh.  Was supposed to meet up with The Boy and our whistle playing friend (Um...I shall dub him Whistles for here) and sing bawdy sea shanties, but the friend didn't show.  So instead, I went over and just hung out for a quiet evening of poking at his computer, learning a few folk tunes, and getting some knitting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had Friday Night Waltz, YAY, and that was fun as always.  Whistles came with The Boy and I for his very first FNW event, and I'm pretty certain he enjoyed it.  Didn't do as much dancing as I normally do, though, since I kept getting really dizzy/nauseous really easily for some reason.....probably had to do with dinner, since The Boy was having the same problem.  Even with that, though, we ended up getting home from the dance event after 2 AM and crashing for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Saturday), we went Wassailing.  A big ol' party group of folk, some people from the Wednesday Irish Dancing that The Boy and I do and others who are from a Morris Dance Troupe that we know all got together to do 6 "home invasions."  Essentially, we went around to these houses, sang our wassail song, got fed food, did (or watched) some Morris Dancing, and went to the next house.  So, our party was pretty much like locusts....but it spawned parties for the people who we invaded, so that was fun!  I just got home from that, and whew am I tired.  And full.  I've been fed total crap all day today, except for the breakfast I had at The Boy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, hi, sharing showers is fun and friendly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  The Boy is hiking tomorrow, but I'm not going.  It's a 20 mile hike, and while it sounds like a good one....I don't have that much stamina for hiking yet, and I have another Wizard of Oz rehearsal to attend tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7708320872318102994?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7708320872318102994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7708320872318102994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7708320872318102994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7708320872318102994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-already-busy-year.html' title='It&apos;s already a busy year!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-5198187116534731538</id><published>2007-01-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T16:02:14.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap....what a GREAT weekend. (Again, LOTS of reading)</title><content type='html'>Essentially, I was with The Boy from Saturday morning, 10:30, until Monday evening, 10:30.  About 60 hours!!  So much fun.  Well, let's get down to it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Well, on Friday I got a call from The Boy, asking if I wanted to go for a hike, so I went over to his place 10:30 in the morning on Saturday.  Put together a pack, grabbed some ToGos Sandwiches to take along for a lunch, and off we headed for the Santa Cruz mountains to a place called Castle Rock.  Now, I've not done hiking in YEARS, but I love getting outside and doing things, so I was up for it.  The Boy's a pretty fast walker, even on city streets, but I was able to keep up with him.  I even did some rock climbing -- hand hold and foot hold climbing, not just getting over rocks that are in the way -- which was entertaining for The Boy when I'd get to the top and then make nervous noises when it came time to get down.  He's run down like a mountain goat, and I'd stay at the top wide-eyed and snickering going "Ummm.....okay..."  All in all, it was beautiful out there, a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to going on another hike with him sometime in the future.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick picture I snapped with my phone when The Boy found a cavey thing and was telling me to head up with him....I couldn't resist, he looked so stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/RockClimb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went into downtown Saratoga and got some hot cider to sip while wandering around the area.  Stayed there essentially until the drinks were gone, then headed out.  This was when he told me his weekend plans:  Staying the night at the friends' party,then sledding on New Year's Day!  So we spent a good deal of time going around to sport equipment stores and army surplus stores so that he can get new snow pants and boots, and so I can get a pair of my very own pair of pants and gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we rented a movie (Kinky Boots....pretty good movie, go see it if you haven't), and grabbed some noodle soup at a Chinese resturaunt before going back to his place and getting comfy on his bed to watch the movie on his 24 inch screen Mac computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the movie was over, I went to Target to get some thermals and see if I could get some good boots as well....sadly, there were none that were comfortable in my size.  Then, I darted home and packed up for the weekend.  The poor dogs and kitty were all clingy and would be saying "Where are you goooooing don't you luv us?" if they could talk.  I took pity on it and let my kitty help me while I wrapped my brother's birthday gift.  While I was doing all of that, The Boy was back at his place making pumpkin bread to take to the party the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, he put together a fire and we settled down with tea to read by it while the last of the bread was baking.  Stayed out there until 12:30, which was when poor ol' Huckleberry Finn was making me fall asleep (I love Mark Twain, but the dialect gets difficult when you're so worn out).  And FINALLY we went to bed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of this day driving out to where the party was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up, then a few hours later actually GOT up out of bed, and while I was showering The Boy made pancakes for breakfast.  His roomie didn't want any (that fella's kinda anti social.  I saw him for all of 5 minutes the whole time I was there), so we had a lot of pancakes for just the two of us.  They were pretty darn good!  After breakfast, we put all of our stuff into the car, including chains for the tires (just in case), and the saucer-sled...the trunk was pretty full.  Once everything was packed, we headed out.  Grabbed lunch at some Chinese place between here and there, and took the leftovers with us to add to the party food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little intimidating, at first, to meet all of these people who The Boy had known since college and/or high school.  Thankfully, there were kitties there, and that helped break the ice.  Both myself and one of the other friend's new girlfriend spent the first few minutes of our time there petting or playing with the cats.  Over all, his friends kept commenting that it was scary how alike The Boy and I are, and one of the girls was very pleased that I knew of the movie Boondock Saints and WASN'T a 14 year old boy.  I think I made a good impression on them.  :)  Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I find entertaining, in an odd way, was that at some point we were swing dancing to the music....but when The Boy pulled me back from a twirl out, my elbow cracked into a wall/doorway.  The poor Boy's eyes widened and he pulled me into a hug saying "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!"  He felt sooo bad that he did that.  It was a pretty good wonk, too.  Got red and a bump and everything.  It's still sore, even.  At least my injuries tend to amuse me if they're not too extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around 2:30, The Boy and I set up sleeping bags and we crashed out on the floor for the night.  There were still people awake here and there, but we both fell asleep relatively quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day with lots of driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once The Boy and I were up and fed (I had a bagel, he had left over Chinese food because the bagels were covered in cheese and he's lactose intolerant), we annoyed his not-quite-awake friends by doing the Chicken Dance.  That's about when one of them teasingly said "Good God, there's two of them....you guys aren't multiplying, are you?"  Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the other two people who were going with us got ready to leave, The Boy handed me this sketchbook that the group's been adding entries to at their get togethers for the past three years and told me that I had to add something.  I drew a picture of one of the cats playing with a feather toy, since that's what was going on infront of me and it was a little too early in the day for me to be inspired by anything I didn't see in real life.  The girl going sledding with us (who also owned the cats) saw it and knew exactly which cat it was.  I was happy about that.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay.  So, we drove up and up and up into the mountains (my ear didn't bother me much YAY!) until we found snow.  We parked, got out of the car, pulled on the snow gear, and trudged around in the cold and wet to find a really good sledding spot.  We found a hill that had two runs -- one that was clear and shorter, and one that had a few more obstacles and was longer.  We spent a lot of time switching back and forth between the two runs, and the trees kept leaping out and attacking my legs.  It never hurt, but it was entertaining when my heels hit a tree and I ended up kinda split-legged with the tree in the middle half way down the run, and I could hear the boys at the top groan in sympathy.  ::Cackles::  Yay lots of padding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were snow fights, burrying The Boy in the snow (the friends got a banana and two small oranges and gave snow-boy a fruity penis, then took pictures), generally lots of tomfoolery, before we headed back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the funny part is.  We drove back to where the friends lived and dropped them off, changed into slightly cooler clothes, and headed off again.  I was supposed to have dinner with my family (parents, brother, brother's wife) in Davis, because it was the brother's birthday on New Year's Eve.  So The Boy joined me and we met them in Davis at the resturaunt, since it was on the way to my brother's house from where we were.  It went VERY well.  The Boy commented later on in the night that my family was fun, which was REALLY nice since even my friends have never made that comment...heck, my guy buds are all afraid of my dad for some reason, and Joey only hung out with my family once early on in our dating, and once at my sister's wedding....in the two years we were together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner was done, so we kept going to Dixon (again, on our way home from where we started the day) for cake and presents.  We stuck around there for a bit after my parents left, and The Boy and my brother had a lot of fun finding out their connections with each other.  They'd actually met before I'd met The Boy a few times, because they have a lot of mutual friends that they didn't know about.  Talk about a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left my brother's and came home, singing and talking the whole way, and got back to his place by around 10:30.  I helped him unload the car, put my stuff in my car, then helped him carry stuff up to his apartment.  A hug and a kiss, and the weekend of insane busy-ness was done as I went back to my car to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking + New Year's Party + Sledding + Dinner with The Boy and family = Very tired but VERY happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may even be going back over to his place tonight.  Tuesdays is his "making" night, and he said I was more than welcome to come over and bring my knitting to work on and hang out while he started on an electronics thing, since I'd be clueless on the electronics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kitola says "Purrrrr."  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-5198187116534731538?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/5198187116534731538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=5198187116534731538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5198187116534731538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5198187116534731538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2007/01/holy-crapwhat-great-weekend-again-lots.html' title='Holy Crap....what a GREAT weekend. (Again, LOTS of reading)'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7696234944355709455</id><published>2006-12-29T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:06:48.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most fun I've had in awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Long story short:&lt;/span&gt;  Impromptu ice skating outings with The Boy and two other friends of ours (a total of my three favorite boys who go/went to Celtic Night on Thursdays!) = SO much win.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Long Story:&lt;/span&gt;Even though I kinda suck at it, crashed into the wall multiple times, and had some pretty interesting near-wipeouts. At least I got slightly better with time. Time to add ice skating to my list of activities that I enjoy doing, even though I'm no good at them! Right up there with laser tag, mini-golf, and bowling (bet you don't know anyone else who spent a game getting strikes every time she fell on her rear!).  Hehee....The Boy snickered at me when I said "It's a good thing I enjoy doing the things I suck!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, discovered in the shower this morning that one of my wall collisions left a bruise on my knee. I shouldn't be surprised, my knees are prone to bruising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part from the outing:  When I was taking a 5 minute break from skating (the right skate was angering my poor foot's big toe joint :( ), I spent the whole time leaning on the railing outside of the outdoor skating rink to watch my friends go by.  Every time The Boy came past, he slowed down to deliver a drive-by kiss, wink, and skate off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there till it closed (midnight), then hit up a resturaunt/bar so we could warm up, get some hot drinks in us.  Cue another comment from me: "I'm just glad to get something hot in me" and much snickering from the rest of the group.  The Boy's amused that I'm making double entendre comments now.  O:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at The Boy's....again.  It was the second night in a row.  Wednesday, he invited me out for dinner and hanging out, but he picked me up at home and I forgot my keys, so was going to be locked out if he dropped me off at home.  Neither of us complained about that arrangement, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ear Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll be the last of these until something "interesting" happens, or I can suddenly hear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor today and got my ear looked at again. He was very impressed with the fact that the ear's almost 100% healed, aside from the fluid that's trapped in there still. It'll probably be there for 2-3 more weeks (ugh!!) and told me to keep up with my sudafed and gave me some nasal spray which, I guess, is supposed to help as well. Sinuses are sinuses, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it doesn't feel like there's glue or jell-o in my ear anymore -- unless I stupidly drop my head below my heart, like when bending over to wrap my hair in a towel or something. I feel pretty much normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. As normal as I can get. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7696234944355709455?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7696234944355709455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7696234944355709455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7696234944355709455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7696234944355709455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/most-fun-ive-had-in-awhile.html' title='Most fun I&apos;ve had in awhile!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6065120457666064164</id><published>2006-12-26T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:06:15.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Knishmas/Christmas!  (LOTS to read here)</title><content type='html'>Hope you readers had a good few days of holiday.  Tell me all about what you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, let's sum up the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dec 22, Folk Music in Berkley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did go to the Folk Music event in Berkley with The Boy.  It was a LOT of fun!  Got to hear lots of songs that I didn't know, a few that made me giggle non-stop (particularly the one about the pickles.....I really want the lyics! I bet my brother would love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also gave him the gift I knitted for him.  You can see it in my &lt;a href="http://kitolacrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Craft Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dec 24 (dubbed "Knishmas Eve" by The Boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family came over at around 1:00, which resulted in putting my brother, sister, and sister-in-law to work decorating cookies before they could have lunch.  Eventually, all of the cookies were painted and everyone was fed, and we had lots of chatting and merriment.  Niece got picked up from work at 3:30 and came here, which was when we opened presents and stockings.  LOTS of fun, as always.  :)  That day, I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Interchangable Knitting needles (parents)&lt;br /&gt;- 3 DVDs from my sister: Beyond the Sea, Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and The Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of entertaining random things in my stocking from various family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quarter to 5:00, and I went over to The Boy's place for dinner.  Three other people ended up showing up, so there was a total of 6 of us there (including The Boy's curent houseguest)....one of which I've known as long as The Boy, one I've known through Friday Night Waltz for awhile, and the other person who showed up I'd met once before.  Remember when I mentioned The Boy and his "Friend Of The Same Name" in October?  That was him.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner consisted of Brisket, mashed potatoes, muffins (made by your's truly), greenbeans, and fruit compote.  It was all VERY yummy -- except for the pineapple sparkling wine.  That stuff shouldn't exist!  Anyway, after dinner, the only other female and myself washed/dried the dishes....she feels in her element while washing, and I love feeling useful while drying things, so it worked out.  Once the table was cleared, we played about 5 rounds of "Fluxx"....which is a card game that consists of changing the rules constantly until someone somehow wins.  It's fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over, there was dessert.  Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.  Mmmmmm.  Then we moved The Boy's 24 inch Mac into the main room and watched 2 DVDs.  First up was "Party Monster"....very odd.  Never seen Seth Green and Macauly Culkin dressed in drag before.  It was interesting, a little depressing due to the movie content.  After that came "Cannibal! The Musical"....MUCH lighter and highly entertaining.  Personally, the best part about watching these movies was when The Boy tugged me over to cuddle on his beanbag chair with him part way through the first one, and I got to stay settled there throughout the second one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else left after the movies, at about 1:00, but I stayed until a little after 3:00.  I really wish I had stayed the whole night, since I was invited to, but there was the family obligation of Christmas morning, and he understood that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dec. 25, Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical events of the morning.  Wait for everyone to be awake and functional before emptying out the Santa stockings.  HOLY CRAP those socks hold a lot.  Don't ask for specifics, I don't even remember what all I got from the sock alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, which was actually cooked and served to the family -- it's the only year that we don't fend for ourselves for breakfast -- we opened the gifts under the tree.  For the curious, here's the haul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The world's most comfortable swing dance shoes!  (I'm really excited about these, and the next thing)&lt;br /&gt;-A super cute/comfy/fun black and red swing dancey dress (Now I need a reason to wear these things!)&lt;br /&gt;-Sterling Silver earlings shaped like garlic cloves (randomness FTW!)&lt;br /&gt;-A really nice knitting bag to carry projects in&lt;br /&gt;-"Handknit Holidays"....a pattern book full of wintery patterns for all holidays, not just Christmas specific. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Clothing. Black slacks, which I needed, two waaaaarm soft fuzzy sweatery things, and a pink/black light weight wind breaker. Good for hiking! Now I need to go hiking, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;-A Jewelry box to hold all of the earrings I've been acquiring&lt;br /&gt;-A very cool chemise/blouse thing that's loooong, but also able to be worn with jeans and without a bodice. Kinda fancy-ish.&lt;br /&gt;-A dress that is very....odd. It's purple, black, it's kinda like a witchy dress....would be great for a Wicked Witch or Elpheba costume, or for FNW's Waltz Macabre. I don't have much reason to wear it, but it's kinda spiffy. Like a Wednesday Adams party dress. :P&lt;br /&gt;-A stuffed Holy Hand Grenade from Monty Python's Holy Grail, as well as the cute and cuddly bunny with Big Nasty Pointy Teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gifts, I realized I had nowhere in my room to put my totally rocking swing dance shoes.....so I spent about 2 hours cleaning my room.  I ended up with 3 bags of trash that weighed around 50 pounds at least....probably due to the amount of Archie comics I'm tossing.  There's also two bags that have shoes (good condition), clothes, and various little toys that I'm going to be tossing off to Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one really sucky thing of the day was when I checked SJSU's website to find that my classes for next semester had been dropped due to lack of payment.....when the website hadn't sent me any e-mails to tell me that my account had notifications on it.  ARGH.  On the 2nd (first day the offices are open), my mom and I are going down to straighten it out......hopefully, I can get those classes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Other things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have a Doctor's appointment to get my ear looked at again on Friday, just to make sure it's doing okay.  It doesn't hurt anymore, but it feels like my ear has been used as a Jell-O mold. Hopefully the fluid trapped in there is going to drain soon....it's very annoying!  I'll update on the ear after the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to a New Year's Party with The Boy and his houseguest/roommate.  :D  Looking forward to it...I've never been to a proper New Year's Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going to a Wassail party hosted by a friend who does the Irish Dancing bi-monthly that I go to.  Will be carpooling with The Boy to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To anyone curious, yes I've talked to Joey recently.  The videos still aren't done, he's stressed out and depressed and has been put on "enough antidepressants to make Eeyore chipper," and says that he probably won't be talking to me anymore after the videos are done.  He says that he "can't be around happy people right now" and that the fact that I'm seeing someone again is, apparently, having an affect on the guy.  I feel bad for him....I really wish that he wasn't surrounded by drama, and that we could still be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6065120457666064164?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6065120457666064164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6065120457666064164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6065120457666064164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6065120457666064164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/knishmas-and-christmas.html' title='Happy Knishmas/Christmas!  (LOTS to read here)'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-1274636280508191696</id><published>2006-12-21T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:01:27.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>General updating</title><content type='html'>Chinese Style Chicken Noodle Soup = Yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling generally pathedic due to a cold = Lose.&lt;br /&gt;Cold going away the next day = Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Getting a SEVERE ear infection that was full of CRIPPLING EAR PAIN the next day?  = TOTAL lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor, where the response was pretty much "Wow!  Can my student get a look at this?"  Yay for being interesting.  It hurt sooooo bad......seriously, I started crying multiple times due to the pain.  Got a perscription for Vicodin and some antibiotics.  Ended up having two vicodin yesterday, total, as well as my antibiotics and sudafed.....and felt like I was going to throw up by the time I went to bed.  So, of course, I opted to not have any more pills, aside from the sudafed, when I went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to sleep the WHOLE NIGHT.  Without the vicodin!  Woot!!  And today I'm feeling MUCH better.  Still somewhat achey, and my ear feels like it's still got some cotton in it or something, but SO MUCH BETTER than yesterday.  Hopefully, the pain won't come back and I won't need to ask for a ride to The Dell for Celtic Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm preeeeetty sure I'll be going to a folk music thing in Berkley with The Boy.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-1274636280508191696?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/1274636280508191696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=1274636280508191696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1274636280508191696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/1274636280508191696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/general-updating.html' title='General updating'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-3450735792599688422</id><published>2006-12-18T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:55:43.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww...</title><content type='html'>When The Boy heard that I was feeling so crummy due to my cold (I only got 2 hours of sleep between 11:30 and 5:30 last night....which was when I finally gave in and got some Tylenol PM into my system), he perscribed that I have lots of chicken noodle soup and then told me that he made some "Chinese style chicken noodle soup," essentially inviting me over for dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't be too snuffly/coughy/pathedic.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-3450735792599688422?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/3450735792599688422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=3450735792599688422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3450735792599688422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/3450735792599688422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/awwww.html' title='Awwww...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8892416553211553073</id><published>2006-12-16T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:27:02.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick bit of entertainment</title><content type='html'>So, I went to a party last night with The Boy that his dance troupe was having.  It was muuuuch fun.  At one point, I was snuggled up next to him on a couch while he was next to two other people (CA - female, and GR - male) when this bit of conversation started up after we'd been settled there for about a half hour or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA:  So who is this lovely young lady to you?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  This is Caity!&lt;br /&gt;CA:  And?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  .....?&lt;br /&gt;CA:  Is she a friend or what?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  ....::Nervous laugh::  Uh, don't think we've had that conversation ye-&lt;br /&gt;GR:  Put it this way, if we try to seduce her, would you be upset?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  ::More nervous laugh::  Uh...why don't you ask her?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Wait, they're going to ask me if you'd be upset if they try to seduce me?  ::Grin::&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  Yes...no...Uh..::laugh::  Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;CA and GR:  ::Snerk::&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  I need to go mingle again.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::Giggle::&lt;br /&gt;GR:  ::Is a massage therapist::  Ah, good!  Caity, you stay here and let me massage the other arm, and we'll see how quickly he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amused me.  :)  ALSO amusing, a bunch of these people had danced at my brother's Renaissance Themed wedding 5 years ago and I had apparently met them before.  ::snerks::  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm battling an annoying cold and it's making me cuddly feeling and semi grumpy that it's still around!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta git.  Time to print out directions to the Dicken's Fair, take a shower, then go pick up my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8892416553211553073?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8892416553211553073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8892416553211553073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8892416553211553073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8892416553211553073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-bit-of-entertainment.html' title='Quick bit of entertainment'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2042499615206088672</id><published>2006-12-12T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:19:45.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love having The Boy live so close :D</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went over to his apartment and helped him make pumpkin muffins.  :D  Nummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, staying until 1:00 (only leaving because I have finals and he has an 8:00 confrence call or somesuch) with snuggling and whatnot = win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing thought:  So, apparently his coworkers were really impressed with my swing dancing and they're bugging him to get the two of us to teach them how to dance.  ::Snickers::  I told him that I wouldn't have looked nearly as spiffy without his ability to lead so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2042499615206088672?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2042499615206088672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2042499615206088672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2042499615206088672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2042499615206088672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-having-boy-live-so-close-d.html' title='Love having The Boy live so close :D'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6472329379690896027</id><published>2006-12-08T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:32:41.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>Going over to The Boy's apartment for a dinner he made (soup from SCRATCH!  I was impressed), getting cuddles and hugs, and just generally hanging out with him and his houseguest for a long time.  Oh, and playing with his awesome 24 inch iMac's features.  He recorded himself singing and used the "Transform voice" feature with the "Male to Female" option.  It kinda sounded like me, it was WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness is...&lt;br /&gt;A broken furnace at home.  ::Shivers::  Plus, The Boy has his houseguest (who will prolly be around for a long while.....long story) and work in the morning, so staying over in his *heated* apartment with added bodyheat from snugglesleep isn't an option.  Foop.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still got to hang out and had a great time.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6472329379690896027?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6472329379690896027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6472329379690896027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6472329379690896027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6472329379690896027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8806809958138875553</id><published>2006-12-06T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:40:49.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating on Papers and Sleep</title><content type='html'>...So I made this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=46129273&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="341" height="256" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=46129273"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" alt="Comment, Add to Favorite" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=46129273"&gt;View Show&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=46129273"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm a sap.  ::dies::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8806809958138875553?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8806809958138875553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8806809958138875553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8806809958138875553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8806809958138875553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/procrastinating-on-papers-and-sleep.html' title='Procrastinating on Papers and Sleep'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-5921486542686642407</id><published>2006-12-03T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:39:21.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night...</title><content type='html'>Was the most fun I've ever had, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:00 I went and got my nails done in a French Manicure. They look soooo clean and nifty, and it was quite a different experience....I'd never done a manicure before, and it was kinda fun. I enjoyed it! And they just look so dang purty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was done at the same place that my stylist is at, so pretty much as soon as it was done I got my hair played with. She actually managed to curl my hair, which is not an easy thing because, typically, my hair does NOT like holding a curl. These lasted all night! She also had fun putting in little clippies that were white flowers (sadly, you can't see these in the pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 rolls around, and I start with the make-up, playing around with mixing and matching my browns and purples in eyeshadow to see if it brought out the green in my eyes like it was supposed to. I think the desired effect was achieved. :) By 5:30 I was attempting to wriggle into my nylons (control top = less fun to get into), putting on heels and the infamous LBD -- Little Black Dress! I still can't believe that dress is a 6. The last fancy dress (except for Cinderella) that I got was for my sister's wedding, and it was a 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy picked me up at 6:00-ish in his incredibly handsome tux (yes, it's his, he owns his own tux!) and brought a gorgeous boquet of flowers, which was sooooooo sweet and unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive there consisted of listening to Louis Armstrong (both on the car's stereo and The Boy's impersonation of him. I find it adorable), and much giggling over how an impression of Louis sounds a LOT like Animal from The Muppets. He kept tossing in Animal phrases/sound effects. Much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. SF City Hall. That place is flipping GORGEOUS. And huuuuuuge. Seriously, the only words I have for that place is "Wow".....go do a Google Image search for the San Francisco City Hall to see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most memorable and surreal events was after an announcement was made (essentially to the tune of "What a hell of a year we've had! Sadly, this'll be the last Holiday Party we're having.....so enjoy the hell out of it!), the people in charge decided it'd be a good idea to drop huge yoga ball sized balloons on a room full of people, food, wine glasses, vases of roses, etc. It was so fun! The balloons started bouncing off of folks heads, The Boy and I were dancing and kept getting bonked or volley-balling them off. Eventually, people discovered they could pop them with their forks and had a lot of fun doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three areas to be, essentially. There was a room with blusey/swing music, the main hall where you could slip into the back for the company party pictures (we got one, but I don't have a copy yet....The Boy has it, but when I have one expect to see it!), and a room that had a wonderful big dance floor and "casino," but it was sooooo loud in there that you couldn't hear anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of our time, after dinner, in with the swing band dancing the night away. It was way too amusing that the straps on my dress kept slipping down my shoulders, we'd both start laughing every time I snuck in a "wardrobe adjustment" whild dancing. There were also some professional/competitive dancers that were brought in, and they kept commenting to The Boy and me about how much fun it looked like we were having. Well, that's the point of dancing if you're not being competitive about it....to have fun! And he is my favorite dance partner, partially because you know he'll improvise and attempt new things just to see if they're possible. He's an absolute JOY to dance with, and a good lead. He tells me I'm a great follow, too. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to a lot of people....more names than I even remember now! It was a little awkward being the person who didn't know anybody, so I probably came off as extremely quiet. Except for on the dance floor. That's my element, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night we were both exhausted. My feet were killing me from being up and dancing so long in those heels (I've even got a blister on one foot, but it'll go away). After the long drive home, we just went back to his place and crashed for the night. Mmmmcuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home this morning at about 8:30. Now I'm bundled up in wool socks, jeans, a sweater, and just enjoying reminiscing over the night. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one damn contented Kitola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes.  Y'all want pictures, I guess.  Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the flowers he brought me.  Aren't they purty??  And the eucalyptus smells heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/000_0078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full picture of the LBD.  Not a great picture, but still....check me out, I'm girly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/000_0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headshots!  Lookit those curls.  Wowyzowy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/000_0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/000_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday party picture of me and the boy will be up as soon as I have a copy.  Swearsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-5921486542686642407?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/5921486542686642407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=5921486542686642407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5921486542686642407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/5921486542686642407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-7451262938766186392</id><published>2006-12-02T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:12:16.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank Callers can go to HELL</title><content type='html'>So, at Friday Night Waltz. I was already kinda edgy because I had to park somewhere new and find the new venue (which was a lot smaller than the usual place...talk about traffic jams during the waltzes!), and new areas make me just a little tense.....even if I've been in the area before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cue the phone buzzing in my pocket. It says restricted, but I dart outside to answer it anyway. All of the conversation here is essentially paraphrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Them:  Yes, I'm from Victoria's Secret and I'm calling to confirm an order that was given.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ...Uh, I don't know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Them:  I'm going to find you and rape you and then I'm going to kill you and-&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::WTF....HANGS UP::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went inside and gave a hug to the first friend I saw, one of the DJs who's really big and intimidating when he wants to be. Told him I just had a scary call and then my phone buzzed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Lemme answer it!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Be my guest.  ::Hands over the cell::&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Hello?.............No, wrong number.  Yeah, you do that.  ::hangs up::&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::Holds out hand to take phone back::&lt;br /&gt;Him:  They're going to call back.  They said that your daughter made an order.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::WTF::  Um.....I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Yeah, and they said they'll try again.&lt;br /&gt;Phone:  ::BUZZ::&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ohhhh goodie! ::Answers, switches from happy voice to "you will NOT fuck with this person" voice:: Yeah, you really do have the wrong number. Nobody here made any orders, so -- ::pause:: --Yeah, this is a crank call, and if you call back again I will star-sixty-nine you and then the police will deal with you. ::Hangs up::&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What'd they say?&lt;br /&gt;Him: ::Gives phone back:: "Now listen here young man, I think I should know what I'm talking about"....and their voice started cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't call back after that, thank goodness, and he was all gloaty about how intimidating he is. Heh. And yea, I know it was probably just some punk kids, but it wigged me out enough so that I wasn't having as much fun as I should've been having. Plus, my worst-case-senario paranoia kicked in and as I was leaving I kept looking behind me to make sure no one was following me....and when I got in my car, first thing I did was lock all the doors. Half the drive back I checked the rearview mirror constantly, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a bit better now that I'm home.  Still uneasy, though.  I need a great big bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  Tomorrow will be better.  And busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-7451262938766186392?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/7451262938766186392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=7451262938766186392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7451262938766186392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/7451262938766186392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/crank-callers-can-go-to-hell.html' title='Crank Callers can go to HELL'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2236528289861624512</id><published>2006-12-01T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:43:13.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This takes a certain kind of special....</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the perils of having your girl-talk friend right next to "The Boy" in your cell phone's contact list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just text messaged the wrong person.   A general "boys are confuzzling" thing straight to The Boy's phone.  ::Facepalm::  Smooth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least no names were mentioned.....but......urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  Wrong AIM window, that I understand.....but who texts the wrong person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::slinks off to die of embarassement::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2236528289861624512?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2236528289861624512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2236528289861624512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2236528289861624512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2236528289861624512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-takes-certain-kind-of-special.html' title='This takes a certain kind of special....'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-8351973877987216941</id><published>2006-11-26T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:19:12.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Why am I not surprised?</title><content type='html'>Progress of the Cinderella DVDs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Show ends, Joey takes all the footage.&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Supposedly will have movies by end of Sept./Beginning of Oct.&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Computer dies&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Work drama&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Life, in general, drama.&lt;br /&gt;6.)  DVDs will be ready by November.&lt;br /&gt;7.)  ....Make that mid November....&lt;br /&gt;8.)  .....Thanksgiving.....&lt;br /&gt;9.)  ......Okay, deliver them the Saturday after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Still no DVDs (It's officially Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sigh::  Guess that I'm giving Joey's phone number to my dad tomorrow morning, since he's decided he's going to call him to figure out what his excuse is for not having the DVDs ready this time.....::Sigh::  I feel like such a bitch to do that, though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to feel like a bad guy.  Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got out and away from the chaos of cousins today by having dinner with The Boy before his high school reunion.  Much grinning abounded from that.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not that I'm counting down,or am really excited or anything (yeah right!).....but it's officially under a week to that black tie affair.  Hehe....gonna go down to the salon my hair is going to be done at to see if they do nails as well.  It'd just be easier to show up, like, an hour or whatever before my hair appointment and get them done there, yanno?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-8351973877987216941?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/8351973877987216941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=8351973877987216941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8351973877987216941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/8351973877987216941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-am-i-not-surprised.html' title='...Why am I not surprised?'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-2723631878352190661</id><published>2006-11-23T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:32:08.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from the gushing over The Boy and the upcoming formal event thing, here's a post to inform the few who look here that the Cinderella pictures are FINALLY up on the web!  I miss all of the cast members, especially the family that consisted of the prince, his wife, and his kidlets (one of which is the tiniest mouse carrying my veil!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stc-pclg/sets/72157594388112642/"&gt;Cinderella Pictures!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially need to switch my face-clensing stuff to prevent acne......this stuff is making my skin iiiitchy and red in places.  ::Tries not to scratch!::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-2723631878352190661?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/2723631878352190661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=2723631878352190661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2723631878352190661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/2723631878352190661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/cinderella-pictures.html' title='Cinderella Pictures!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-6721491758593361700</id><published>2006-11-21T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:42:12.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Dies::  This is horrible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm all bouncy and excited about getting ready for the event on the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Little Black Dress purchased&lt;br /&gt;-New Shoes acquired&lt;br /&gt;-Reticule (aka handbag) bought&lt;br /&gt;-Hair appointment made&lt;br /&gt;-About to go look at wraps (because it's COLD in SF, donchaknow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I'm even thinking about getting a manicure done......dangit, I've been turned into a girly girl.....I must hang my head in shame, now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-6721491758593361700?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/6721491758593361700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=6721491758593361700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6721491758593361700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/6721491758593361700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/dies-this-is-horrible.html' title='::Dies::  This is horrible...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-920597625010585889</id><published>2006-11-15T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:55:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dream.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that I was at some sort of event....that was kinda like a mix of Disneyland and a Renaissance Faire.  I was walking around, and saw Joey with a group of people dressed as pirates.  He tossed someone into a lake, and I beamed and waved -- showing my support that it was someone ELSE who got tossed into the water as he's typically the patsy in whatever stunt Martin and ex-TechTV people do.  He basically went "Oh shit...." and waved at me in a forced way.  Like I was the LAST person he wanted to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, that hurt my feelings and I went storming off, though he chased after me...I guess to explain himself.  When he tried to, I basically glared and went "Oh, fine.  Whatever, forget it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw The Boy dressed in his Ren Faire garb.  Instantly, I'm feeling better and I go over to give him a hug and get a kiss on the top of my head, then my lips.  Stuck around to hang out with him for the rest of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand then I woke up.  It was odd.  Guess it was sorta like the event that happened the other day.  I called Joey to check on the progress of the videos for Cinderella -- since he's supposed to be working on them -- and the conversation consisted mostly of pissing and moaning about how much life sucks.  It was kinda like talking to Eeyore.  I mean.....I understand being stressed out about things, but it's come to the point where people can guess who I'm talking to by how soon into the conversation I say "I'm sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got off the phone with him....not two minutes later did The Boy call and I had a long conversation with him that was completely the opposite.  Bouncy, happy, jokey, and getting invited to that event mentioned previously (SQUEE!!).  It was amusing to have such a big contrast in phonecalls, one on top of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy Kitola.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-920597625010585889?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/920597625010585889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=920597625010585889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/920597625010585889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/920597625010585889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/strange-dream.html' title='Strange Dream.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116348070246628243</id><published>2006-11-13T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Ahem**</title><content type='html'>..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SQUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment of girliness is brought to you by the fact that I've been invited to a fancy formal event with a certain someone. If you can't tell, I'm kinda extremely excited. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116348070246628243?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116348070246628243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116348070246628243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116348070246628243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116348070246628243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahem.html' title='**Ahem**'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116326145626404882</id><published>2006-11-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:54.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, yeah....</title><content type='html'>Had dinner last night with The Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Kinda just got home 15 minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I'm gonna take a guess he's interested, then.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Giggles::  I'm pleased.  Been a loooooooooong time since I've been able to sleep and snuggle at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to punch my girly-bits in the girly-bits.  Periods have the WORST timing, swear to God.  &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116326145626404882?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116326145626404882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116326145626404882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116326145626404882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116326145626404882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-yeah.html' title='So, yeah....'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116314800528010248</id><published>2006-11-10T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:54.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Complainin'</title><content type='html'>A quick little "goodbye" peck on the lips is still a kiss.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116314800528010248?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116314800528010248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116314800528010248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116314800528010248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116314800528010248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-complainin.html' title='Not Complainin&apos;'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116308550070251056</id><published>2006-11-09T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:54.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*giggle*</title><content type='html'>So, every second and fourth Wednesday, I do Irish Dancing.  I've got friends there, now, and it's lots of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a half hour or so, The Boy showed up to be social but wasn't feeling up to dancing.  But there was a shortage of female folk, so I ended up dancing nearly the full time, thankfully avoiding the last one to chat with him.  That's all well and normal, and soon after he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the entertaining British fella sitting down with me and saying "So when are you and him going to be an item?"  ::Snerks::  That's the second time someone who knows us both has asked me that....and also the second person to not believe me when I say "I'm shy!" as to why I'm less obvious than I should be.  The extra amusing part was that he added in, at some point, "he's a nice chap, but a bit slow on the uptake sometimes."  Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going out to dinner with The Boy on Friday.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116308550070251056?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116308550070251056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116308550070251056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116308550070251056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116308550070251056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/giggle.html' title='*giggle*'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116268131967913039</id><published>2006-11-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:54.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve kinds of WIN is....</title><content type='html'>...having lunch with The Boy, and then hanging out and goofing around for about a half hour or so.  Fun stuff!  I also got to see the Bender costume he'd made for Halloween.  SO awesome, SO well thought out, SO much bigger than I thought it was going to be.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  And in other news, in the Wizard of Oz, I've gained another role......I'm now one of the Jitterbugs as well!  Which is SO good, 'cause I love that song more than any of the others in the show.  ::Dances around::  Yay!  Though it does mean more rehearsals.....boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, guess it's back to paper crap for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116268131967913039?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116268131967913039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116268131967913039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116268131967913039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116268131967913039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/11/twelve-kinds-of-win-is.html' title='Twelve kinds of WIN is....'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116157147865448599</id><published>2006-10-22T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:51.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>Went down to the Oktoberfest in downtown today, and at around 3:30 The Boy called to say that he and his Friend Of The Same Name were there and gave me a place to find them.  :D  So I got to wander around with him and his bud through the craft booths and stuff, stole his hat at one point, got to link arms with him, and oh....we polka-ed randomly in the less crowded areas.  I think that embarassed/annoyed Friend-Of-The-Same-Name.  T'was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also amusing, we were wandering in a painting store when this occured.&lt;br /&gt;Cast list:&lt;br /&gt;Me - Ta da!&lt;br /&gt;TB - The Boy&lt;br /&gt;FotSN - Friend of the Same Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::staring at a painting of a guitar.....with an ostrich's head infront of it::&lt;br /&gt;FotSN:  ::Blinks::  Uh...&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't know...I just....what...?&lt;br /&gt;FotSN:  I dunno, it's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, yeah, but....what the heck, yanno?&lt;br /&gt;TB:  It's great if you're into Emu Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Me and FotSN:  ::GROANS::  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...I'm still wincing/giggling over that horrible pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyhoo, they weren't there long since they were taking a break from the costume project they're working on.  The Boy said that once that's done he'll be more available to do things, so yay.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some money, too!  I got some pretty pretty dangly earrings that I probably won't get to wear unless I go somewhere fancier.  And I got a camisole/tank-top from &lt;a href="http://www.dashhemp.com"&gt;Dash Hemp&lt;/a&gt; that's 100% hand loomed hemp.  It's a veeeeery pretty blue, but not sure when I'll be able to wear it.  Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Back to knitting I go.  Though I should be finishing up my 2 page paper that's due in a few weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116157147865448599?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116157147865448599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116157147865448599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116157147865448599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116157147865448599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116132621171262066</id><published>2006-10-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:51.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the World War One Flying Ace.....no, wait, that's wrong.</title><content type='html'>Anyway, this here is my attempt at making a "Tickled Pink" costume from this, that and the other.  Crappy Cell phone quality, but that's okay.  I'll try to get pictures from FNW.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The outfit includes this:&lt;br&gt;- Two tank tops, one black and one pink, for layering.&lt;br&gt;- Pale pink plaid skirt.&lt;br&gt;- Light Pink tights&lt;br&gt;- Hot Pink fishnets over tights&lt;br&gt;- Dance Pants (not seen) because holy crap that's a short skirt.&lt;br&gt;- Black heels&lt;br&gt;- Pink cheap "jewelry"...plastic beads, jelly bracelets, possibly pink feather earrings/accessories if I can find any.&lt;br&gt;- Hair in two low pigtails with pink ribbons (can't be seen here)&lt;br&gt;- Pink ostrich feather for tickling...and wearing in my hair when dancing.  Heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, aside from my room being TRASHED, whaddaya think?  Does it look like Barbie threw up onto a school girl outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/165/2611/640/TickledPink.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/165/2611/320/TickledPink.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116132621171262066?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116132621171262066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116132621171262066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116132621171262066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116132621171262066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-world-war-one-flying-aceno-wait.html' title='Here&apos;s the World War One Flying Ace.....no, wait, that&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116124315902244443</id><published>2006-10-19T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Yays.</title><content type='html'>Yay hour long walk with The Boy.  Also yay that the last half of the walk was arm in arm.  Warm arm and friendly contact yay.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I was antsy and said "I'm urging to wander/walk....you too busy to join?"  And he said that I had perfect timing since he'd just put down his project and that "a walk would be lovely!" Decided to walk around his area instead of mine (He's only a mile or so away, but he's closer to downtown than I am), because mine's not too interesting at night, and invited me up to show me the place and offer water.  NICE place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo having to get up in under 6 hours to throw myself together for the day AND take my niece to West Valley College due to her having been kicked out of her house.  That's a VERY long story that I don't have all the details of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo also for having realized how many papers I've got due next month.  But UBER YAY for the walk having calmed me down from my anxiety over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra la la.  I'll update whenever I get more ideas as to what the heck this'll end up as.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116124315902244443?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116124315902244443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116124315902244443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116124315902244443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116124315902244443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-yays.html' title='Some Yays.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116106343824409918</id><published>2006-10-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume for Friday Night Waltz</title><content type='html'>So, Friday Night Waltz is doing a Halloween thang this week.  I think I've decided to go with "Tickled Pink."  In case y'all don't remember, here's the description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tickled Pink: Wear pink clothes and carry a feather.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for picking this?  Well, as my friend put it:  I can be wicked sexy playing with that, and the feather = instant flirtation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo tomorrow, I go on a excursion to go find pink stuff.  Thrift stores, Goodwill and the like.  Plus, hi, it's October.  Breast Cancer Awareness month.  The month of PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;  Awww.  My favorite dance partner isn't going to FNW this week due to having a project to work on.  :(  Foop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116106343824409918?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116106343824409918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116106343824409918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116106343824409918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116106343824409918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/costume-for-friday-night-waltz.html' title='Costume for Friday Night Waltz'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116077648089309410</id><published>2006-10-13T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Dies::  More cowardice</title><content type='html'>So I e-mailed and offered to go see a movie if he's ever still up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a reply to that, AND a comment he left on my livejournal account sitting in my e-mail box......and I'm cowardly about OPENING them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.  ::snerks::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I'll look at 'em when I finish these drawings for class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;  That wasn't so bad.  Essentially, he's pretty much booked this month buuuut says he might be able to free up a few non-Friday-Night-Waltz Fridays.  And yeah, the comment to the livejournal makes me think that now he's at least got the notion that I'm interested.  ::Snickers::  Yay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116077648089309410?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116077648089309410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116077648089309410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116077648089309410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116077648089309410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/dies-more-cowardice.html' title='::Dies::  More cowardice'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116066545576298933</id><published>2006-10-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnar...</title><content type='html'>My uterus is trying to claw it's way out of my torso.  ::Grumps::  I wanna just stay home and knit.  Stupid classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've done a few projects recently, and posted them in &lt;a href="http://kitolacrafts.blogspot.com"&gt;My Craft Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Irish dancing last night a little, but my dancing buddy wasn't there.  Sadness.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;  It figures that once I get my courage up enough, he isn't at The Dell either.  And, not sure if it's related or not, but wow my esteem is doooown tonight for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116066545576298933?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116066545576298933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116066545576298933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116066545576298933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116066545576298933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/gnar.html' title='Gnar...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116044080563592605</id><published>2006-10-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating outside of Comments :P</title><content type='html'>School has a lot of stuff it's throwing at me at the moment.  Working on a 3-5 page paper, and I've got to illustrate 15 pages for a storybook in my Children's Lit. class (Already have 2 done) in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I'll be going to Irish Set Dancing, and then on Thursday to a local pub for Celtic Night.  I've got a lot of friends at the pub, but I'm still new to the Irish Dancing so I'm extra glad my favorite dance partner will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my paper now.  Almost done with page 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a coward.  Also, thinking about possibly suggesting "Fly Boys" for a movie, if I get the guts.  :P  It's a war movie, but it's an old style war movie....where it's not about the blood and guts, but about the people and their relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116044080563592605?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116044080563592605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116044080563592605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116044080563592605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116044080563592605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/updating-outside-of-comments-p.html' title='Updating outside of Comments :P'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-116015834113347108</id><published>2006-10-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In short:</title><content type='html'>Boys are confusing.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-116015834113347108?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/116015834113347108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=116015834113347108' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116015834113347108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/116015834113347108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-short.html' title='In short:'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115974223423580993</id><published>2006-10-01T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard of Oz and other things</title><content type='html'>So we got a call from the JCC people for Wizard of Oz.  Mom and I are gonna be appletrees.  What FUN.  And the costume is just ever so attractive (From what we saw, the head piece looks like Cthulhu mated with a tree).  May or may not also end up as an Ozian and/or a Winkie, since they don't know that yet.  Man, I wanted to be Munchkin #3.  Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all the folk at the Ren. Faire are still dry.  It's been all grey and drizzly today over here.  Not quite helping my mild down-and-outs that I've had since I came home yesterday.  Just happens sometimes, not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...oh.  In other news, my parentals were handing out the bulletins as greeters at church today.  There was something in the bulletin about the committee that was put together to decide whether the theater company would stay or go.  While them having to hand that out at church was probably stressful, there were apparently a bunch of folk that came up to them afterwards and told them that they would call the members of the committee and speak positively on STC's behalf.  That might be helpful, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115974223423580993?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115974223423580993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115974223423580993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115974223423580993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115974223423580993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/10/wizard-of-oz-and-other-things.html' title='Wizard of Oz and other things'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115967415315687414</id><published>2006-09-30T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Faire</title><content type='html'>Hokay, I'm home from the Ren. Faire.  I've....had better times, but all in all it wasn't bad.  Because so much happened, this update is mostly in list form.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First, the not so good:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was really...REALLY cold.  For me it was, at least, and I spent most of the time with my arms folded or rubbing myself in an attempt to stay warm.  I should've worn one of my thicker skirts.&lt;br /&gt;- I still haven't warmed up OMG.&lt;br /&gt;- The boys I went with kept ditching me.  In retrospect, 4 guys and 1 girl....it was bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;- Due to the constant disappear of my companions, yes, I did have a small cry when it was too crowded for me to join them at the joust (when I'd found them) and it was too crowded to go see Moonie and Broon.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't get to see Moonie OR Broon.&lt;br /&gt;- Ninja-Boy's mocking me randomly.  Yeah, I know it's his humor to do that sort of thing, but it still bugged me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The stuff that made up for all of that:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to see my dancing buddy, J, as a wandering singing drunk and as a leech seller, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;- I saw the Bartender from The Dell and kept running into him.  I don't think he actually remembers my name, but I don't mind that he refers to me as "Cinderella" all the time. &lt;br /&gt;- Seeing the Bold and Stupid Men again.  I swear, Bolt Upright is one of the top reasons that I even attend the faire, and when I told him that I got a kiss on the hand.&lt;br /&gt;- Making the Puritans yelp because I siddled up next to one of them and gave him a drive-by-peck on the cheek.  He still had lipgloss on him by the end of the day, ha.&lt;br /&gt;- Baklava MmmMmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;- Aramil converting the Puritans to Catholics.  He went as a priest and essentially told them that the church allowed wine at the services.&lt;br /&gt;- One of the performers, Kenny Kline, convincing us to see his show by telling us about dead gerbils and Catholic girls gone bad.  Also, by attempting to sweet talk me.&lt;br /&gt;- On that note, all of the random folk at the faire who kept hitting on me.  It's enough to make me want to wear a bodice all the time.&lt;br /&gt;- The guy at the food stand who kept commenting about every time I lept onto a bale of hay directly across from where he was stationed.  "There she goes again!"  It made me grin.&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing &lt;a href="http://www.norcalrenfaire.org/contents/entertainment/images/troll.jpg"&gt;the troll ride&lt;/a&gt; by on an &lt;a href="http://www.logosoftwear.com/cgi-images/MI0665.JPG"&gt;old time bicycle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- People watching.  Particularly watching the faire workers.  When I got ditched by the boys for their joust, I wandered around then parked myself by the front gate to watch the Puritans shove communion wafers at people and saying "Do you know what this is!?!?  YOU DO?!  CATHOLIC!!!! CAAAAATHOLIIIIIIC!"  I also watched the leech sellers, too, and just about had a giggle fit every time I heard that infomercial-esque "Are you tired, run down, listless?  Then you need LEECHES!"  Mmmm, better than Vitameatavegamin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home, still trying to warm myself up, and in DESPERATE need of a massage.  Also, to cuddle up against someone.  Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a cuddleslut.  I just love me my physical contact -- and after a day with those boys, whp really don't lend themselves much to being cuddlesome, I really need just a warm friendly fella to snuggle up on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115967415315687414?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115967415315687414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115967415315687414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115967415315687414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115967415315687414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/renaissance-faire.html' title='Renaissance Faire'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115939654403552748</id><published>2006-09-27T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge WTF and even bigger ARGH!!!</title><content type='html'>An e-mail the pastor at our church sent out to everyone on the Theater Group's Board e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After much discussion and consideration, the Session voted the&lt;br /&gt;following:&lt;br /&gt;"To suspend the operations of the Shoestring Theatre Company pending&lt;br /&gt;an investigation by Session reassessing its purposes and practices, and&lt;br /&gt;to create an investigative committee to address the Shoestring Theatre&lt;br /&gt;issues." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame the theater company as a whole for one disturbed individual! ::Fume roar.....and most of all cry:: I don't want Cinderella to have been our final show...I hope they won't axe us for good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115939654403552748?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115939654403552748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115939654403552748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115939654403552748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115939654403552748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/huge-wtf-and-even-bigger-argh.html' title='Huge WTF and even bigger ARGH!!!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115915366940716066</id><published>2006-09-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fun!</title><content type='html'>Mom and I randomly went to the Renaissance Faire today out of boredom. It was different going there in my civies, rather than all decked out in garb, but that was fine. I ended up doing a little shopping that would bore my buds when I officially go....so that's good. We also got stopped by William Shakespeare -- who spoke in sonnets at us for somewhere around 3-4 minutes. I giggled the whole time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday, the 30th, is my "official" outting to the faire with a couple of my buds. Can't wait! I get to be all dressed up and you get lots more interaction when you're walking around with folk your own age and dressed out in participation. Or at least, I do. Maybe it's just the bodice. ::snerks::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That'll hopefully be lots of fun...even if I do have to be the one to drive 152. I hate that highway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115915366940716066?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115915366940716066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115915366940716066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115915366940716066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115915366940716066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-was-fun.html' title='That was fun!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115896450070880833</id><published>2006-09-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yarr, a Belated Update.</title><content type='html'>So, how did I celebrate my "Talk Like A Pirate Day," you ask? Why, I went and put holes in my head - of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, for a year or so my friend B-Bear and I have had this sort of "Well, if you do it then I'll do it" thing when it came to getting ears pierced. And, well....ever since Cinderella ended, I've been feeling incredibly "girly." Anyone who knows me knows that this is odd behavior for me, as I'm typically a fairly big tomboy. While I'm still fond of rough-housing and everything, I've had an urge to be all....girly! Heck, I've even been hoping for an excuse to wear my purty blue dress that's been in my closet for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long story short (too late, I know)...B-Bear and I went to Valley Fair mall specifically to get my ears done. Of course, as soon as we got to the place I started to become a total coward. Cue a substantial amount of hemming and hawing over the decision. What was the cure for this? He went first, of course.....I couldn't NOT do it then! It hurt about as much as I expected, but now it's pretty much fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a whole new world of accessories open to me! Well....in 4-6 weeks, I will. Right now, I've got to clean and twist it every day and keep it in. Talk about WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/Earring.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;I've auditioned for The Wizard Of Oz at the Jewish Community Center, and I've got callbacks on Tuesday with my mom. She thinks they want me to be Dorothy or something. I'd be a freakin' OLD Dorothy! I'll keep y'all posted on how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115896450070880833?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115896450070880833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115896450070880833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115896450070880833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115896450070880833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/yarr-belated-update.html' title='Yarr, a Belated Update.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115853523000740512</id><published>2006-09-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress me!</title><content type='html'>Alright folk, it's possible I'll be off at a Halloween Ball thing, where "Creative Costumes are encouraged".....my problem?  My brain is run dry!  So, all of you out there.....send me any thoughts you have.  Funny, cute, entertaining, goofy, off the wall....even horrible puns.  Hm, make that ESPECIALLY horrible puns.  Just so long as there's enough movement ability for waltzing, polkas, swings, and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have at!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;  Here are a few ideas that I found and kinda like.  Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat's Pajamas: Wear an "instant" cat set (ears and a pin-on tail), with drawn-on nose and whiskers. Then add your favorite colorful pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickled Pink: Wear pink clothes and carry a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Advocate: Wear buttons and carry signs that say "Devil is #1" and "Vote for Satan," etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Wench: Dress up as a pirate wench, then add some monkey ears and a tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector #12: Make a name tag that says "Inspector #12". Just like the real Inspector #12 who puts the stamp of approval on clothing, or appliances, etc., you can carry a magnifying glass, put a pencil behind your ear, and "inspect". You may also have a pad of Post-Its, printed with "Inspected By #12" and stick them on other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115853523000740512?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115853523000740512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115853523000740512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115853523000740512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115853523000740512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/dress-me.html' title='Dress me!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115847395040213730</id><published>2006-09-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:50.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Waltz</title><content type='html'>.....was the most fun EVAR. Much love to mah buddeh J (until he gets a better alias for posting) for telling me about it and inviting me along. I can't wait to go dancing again. 3 hours may have been hard on the legs, but SO worth it. And it kicked me RIGHT out of my funk....and is getting me out to meet new people, too. So so so so so so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thinking of getting my ears pierced.....because playing Cinderella's made me feel all girly and fun. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115847395040213730?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115847395040213730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115847395040213730' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115847395040213730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115847395040213730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-night-waltz.html' title='Friday Night Waltz'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115735162121283786</id><published>2006-09-03T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely show, a lovely show...a finer show you know you'll never see...</title><content type='html'>Cinderella's Over.  I'm......extremely depressed about it.  I have only ever cried during the end of one other show - and that was Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today before the show, after the show, during the "thank yous", before going on for curtain call, and for......about an hour during strike, at least.  I'd even managed to give my crying to another girl from the show - and I feel bad about that, but it was good to have someone to cry with.  I'm completely exhausted, and kinda sore......I fell out of the carriage yesterday at the end of act one.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  Gonna go to bed.  Pictures will be posted when there are some to post.  Hopefully, it won't be too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115735162121283786?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115735162121283786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115735162121283786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115735162121283786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115735162121283786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/09/lovely-show-lovely-showa-finer-show.html' title='A lovely show, a lovely show...a finer show you know you&apos;ll never see...'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115674592725240221</id><published>2006-08-27T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another loooooong bout 'tween posts</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  (Er, or hi to the few people who read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been craaaaazy here the past few weeks.  The show opened this past weekend, and before opening was Tech Week.  AKA Hell Week.  And boy, did it live up to THAT name.  I can't go into the specifics, but we had to emergency-drop a cast member and replace him at the last minute.  Talk about exTREME stress.  But it's all working out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, let's see.  My aunt is in town to be in the show....and Joey is doing the videography for the show.  He says it's a pain in the ass to do for a few reasons.  (1) Both casts do very different staging in some spots.  I try to interact with the children playing mice and rats during a song, while my counterpart doesn't....and (2) The staging requires that he uses two cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, speaking of the show and the prince.....here's a (crappy cell phone quality) picture of the two of us after a show.  I'll have better ones up as soon as I'm able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/PrinceCindy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it.  I've been kinda depressed these past few days, but I'm not sure why.  Pre-emptive show withdrawl I guess. Anyway, gotta go to bed soon.  Classes in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115674592725240221?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115674592725240221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115674592725240221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115674592725240221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115674592725240221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-loooooong-bout-tween-posts.html' title='Another loooooong bout &apos;tween posts'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115432357768637309</id><published>2006-07-30T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday tooooo meeeeee</title><content type='html'>Never. Eating. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to dinner with family people at my favorite place, La Fondue.  Sadly, I always eating up way too much while there, and my stomach hurts like hell now.  Uuuuuuuuurhg.  And to think, just the other day I'd noted how I haven't eaten nearly as much as I usually do and have visibly lost weight this summer.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see family people.  I miss my brother and his wife lots and lots since they don't live nearby (about a 2 hour drive away, so not TOO far, but still).  Got lots of fun stuff for "loot" too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roller Blades with ABT breaks &amp; safety pads&lt;br /&gt;- Dance apparel for rehearsals and exercise and stuff&lt;br /&gt;- "Monk" soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;- Pair of socks &amp; $50 of Best Buy gift cards&lt;br /&gt;- AM/FM adapter for my iPod and portable speakers as well&lt;br /&gt;- A new watch (Which is GOOD since my old one was starting to smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my favorite memory from today, is from rehearsal.  I was talking to the King and Queen from my cast (their real life son also plays my prince....they're a VERY sweet British family) about the fact that I was going out to La Fondue tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeah, it's expensive, so I usually only go once in awhile like on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Queen:  When's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Today.&lt;br /&gt;King, Queen, Prince:  Today!?  Right this very day!?  ::Start singing happy birthday!  Prince tosses in "Cindy" as a Cinderella reference!::&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ::Giggles!::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the King and Queen disappeared from the rehearsal, but I didn't worry too much since they're grown ups and had told my mom they'd be right back.  About, hmm....30 minutes later, they return with some packages of mini-cupcakes to share with the folk who were there, and a bouquet of peach/pink roses for me.  It was SO sweet that I felt like crying.  I love that family sooooooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115432357768637309?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115432357768637309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115432357768637309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115432357768637309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115432357768637309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-tooooo-meeeeee.html' title='Happy birthday tooooo meeeeee'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115420950081166297</id><published>2006-07-29T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?  What life?</title><content type='html'>YahahaHA......I have no life until the show starts.  Check out my weekly rehearsal schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  2pm - 5pm (Stage Rehearsal)&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 7pm - 9pm (Stage Rehearsal)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 6pm - 9pm (Dance Rehearsal - 1 hour tap, 2 hours waltz)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 7pm - 9pm (Stage Rehearsal)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 7pm - 9pm (Stage Rehearsal)&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  FREEDOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  9am - Noon (Dance Rehearsal - 3 hours waltz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lather, rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo....I'm all dizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115420950081166297?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115420950081166297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115420950081166297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115420950081166297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115420950081166297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-what-life.html' title='Life?  What life?'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115363685836894365</id><published>2006-07-22T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella Update</title><content type='html'>Haven't typed much, since our summer show is keeping me inCREDIBLY busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... ::ahem::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHOREOGRAPHED THE WALTZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeehehehe!  Our show has a FOUR MINUTE WALTZ, and I finished coming up with choreography for it today.  It's done done DONE...and it's the first dance I've ever put together completely on my lonesome!  Normally, I have about 90% input from my good friend Kyrie, or videos, or other stage shows.  I came up with this stuff aaaaaaall by myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it ends up looking good on stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115363685836894365?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115363685836894365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115363685836894365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115363685836894365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115363685836894365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/07/cinderella-update.html' title='Cinderella Update'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115274257026600477</id><published>2006-07-12T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo-ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/caitykitola" title="Check out this user's profile at Meez.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://snapshot.meez.com/user01/09/10/0910_10000117160.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarr.  I'm a PIRATE.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I saw the Pirates movie at the midnight showing and thought it was INSANELY AWESOME.  I have so much love for Captain Jack.  I wish he was reeeeeeeeeeeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115274257026600477?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115274257026600477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115274257026600477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115274257026600477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115274257026600477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-ho.html' title='Yo-ho!'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115223066882735719</id><published>2006-07-06T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>...and bloody tired.  Gonna take a nap before going off to Celtic Night and (hopefully) to a midnight viewing of Pirates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115223066882735719?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115223066882735719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115223066882735719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115223066882735719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115223066882735719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115185992321138396</id><published>2006-07-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out.  Again.</title><content type='html'>going to Napa Valley with the parentals and my niece.  hopefully i'll feel better when i come back.  might get some internet access while at my brother's on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115185992321138396?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115185992321138396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115185992321138396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115185992321138396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115185992321138396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-again.html' title='Out.  Again.'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115102052073081836</id><published>2006-06-22T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life = Confusing</title><content type='html'>That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115102052073081836?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115102052073081836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115102052073081836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115102052073081836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115102052073081836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-confusing.html' title='Life = Confusing'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-115085304269927959</id><published>2006-06-20T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some general updatage</title><content type='html'>1. Disneyland was VERY fun. I got to hang out with my buddy who works there YAY and go on a bunch of the rides. Space Mountain is SO FLIPPING AWESOME now that it's been revamped. The Disney folk are really great at making things pitch black. Um....the 50 year anniversary fireworks are incredible. If you get the chance to go before the 50 year celebration ends DO IT. Also, Pirates was closed because they're adding Captain Jack and all that jazz. I reeeeeeally wanna go back and see the ride when it reopens. Deeeeerrick, can you get me in for freee? ::bats lashes::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding! I'll try to save up my own cash to make the trip, even for one day. Hm...maybe 2, so I can spend the day in Frontierland and swoon over the Laughing Stock Co. boys and The Billys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WoW is FINALLY installed. But I think my 10 day trial is almost up. I don't think I'll be forking over the money to play it constantly. While it's a good game, and oddly addictive, it slugs my already chugging along computer to a crawl. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Umm...the Highland Games were recently. That was kinda fun. There was also a party afterwards where this guy touring from Scotland, Gary Ines, was playing at The Dell. He's SO CUTE and has a reeeeally thick accent. I should've introduced myself, but he's going back to Scotland. Bah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here are the fireworks I was talking about.  Can't really capture the 360 thing that happens a few times, but it's still very VERY cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ibxCo_IGfs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ibxCo_IGfs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-115085304269927959?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/115085304269927959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=115085304269927959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115085304269927959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/115085304269927959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-general-updatage.html' title='Some general updatage'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320126.post-114917162748516605</id><published>2006-06-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:58:49.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm out</title><content type='html'>Going off to Disneyland for a few days.  I'll be back on the 5th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320126-114917162748516605?l=maskedkitola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/feeds/114917162748516605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320126&amp;postID=114917162748516605' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/114917162748516605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320126/posts/default/114917162748516605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskedkitola.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-out.html' title='I&apos;m out'/><author><name>The Kitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17819051163404211470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/CaityKitola/MeLJIcon.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
