<?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-5450682</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:05:52.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C.flo doin' the you know</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Cortney and I am a high school chemistry teacher. I live in Dallas, Texas and am 25 years old. I swear that I see the funniest things ever on a daily basis, and started a blog in college to prove it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-6795929987477310892</id><published>2008-12-30T00:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:35:38.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio is a bustling cosmopolitan town with plenty to see and do for the casual visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SVm_rBd14sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EcC5toqKgRE/s1600-h/pickle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285466383544869570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SVm_rBd14sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EcC5toqKgRE/s200/pickle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and I definitely hope you all got what you wanted. I've decided to list my gifts, in no particular order, but I am saving the favorite for last: Jewelry, socks, running shoes, toothbrush, sweater, underthings, coffee mug, notepad, pencil, coin purse, fancy wine opener, my very first Christmas Pickle, bodyspray galore, and a ticket to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRITNEY SPEARS CONCERT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thank you to my BFF Katie!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285466387618325874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SVm_rQpB5XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/umMi1jEGmpA/s200/iphone+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This past weekend we visited Kristy at her home in San Antonio! She was home for Christmastime from her present residence in Hawaii. (And you're thinking what I'm thinking, taking a vacation AWAY from Hawaii?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, Katie and I were REALLY excited to get to go down to SA to see her. We took off Friday afternoon to hopefully avoid southbound 35 traffic through Temple, Texas. We still ended up getting stuck , thanks to some super-eager rubberneckers. People act like they've never seen a completely charred carcass of a large semi before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made it down there about 8, feasted at Outback, and watched Mamma Mia. I've seen better musicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday we got up and went to go look for the horses. Kristy's got three horses and a lot of acreage so we hopped in the Bronco and went lookin'. We finally find the horses, fed them carrots, and expected them to follow us back to the barn. 20 minutes later they've stood us up, so we hike back out there and find them. Katie hikes me up onto on of the nicest horses, Firefly, and I get to ride bareback all the way to the barn! I even came back with dirt on my butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday afternoon we clean up and head to the driving range to meet Amanda and Francois. My swing has gotten so rusty that I think I literally created a new sandtrap with all the divots I was making in the grass. I believe I've found a resolution in getting my sorry butt back out to practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After waiting for the restaurant that never opened, we settled for an afternoon of hanging out at Amanda's, dining at Whatabuger, and shopping at Old Navy. Kristy's parents made us fajitas that night and we got to meet some more of her SA friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday night we headed out to a sexy little joint called the Midnight Rodeo! It was all two-stepping with interspersed hip hop music, of course! The people watching was top notch. I danced a bit but the best part was taking over one side of the floor with Katie. We performed a duet to "Billie Jean" and were joined by a silly young man in a cowboy hat for "Ice Ice Baby". Always satisfying to teach a southern youngster the ways of the running man. As we're leaving the dance floor, an inebriated stringbean of a fella pops Katie on the bottom. Leading up to the phrase of the night, as we stroll out of the sweaty nightclub at 2 am: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know what? I'm happy leaving with a slap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek. That's all I need."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Katie says to me, as we say farewell to a place we may never see again! ;-)  Other highlights of the night included large lady with unbuttoned pearl snap shirt and stringbean man trying to jump rope with his own leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday we went horseback riding and then to lunch with a Amanda. A jam-packed and super-fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onto the New Year! I'm in the process of writing my list of resolutions, and will probably post them here just to hold myself accountable - maybe even give some folks out there some ideas. My yoga teacher today made a good point - instead of thinking about all the things we want to do, and things we want to accomplish, why not also thank the Lord for what we've already done, too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we all looked back to where we were a year from now, I'm sure we'd all have something great that we did that we have to be proud of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why not make 2009 the year of making the 2010 version of ourselves proud? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May you all end 2008 with a "slap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek" - compliments of Katie. All the more reason to stop by our places on New Year's Eve! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-6795929987477310892?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.googlism.com/index.htm?ism=San+Antonio&amp;type=3' title='San Antonio is a bustling cosmopolitan town with plenty to see and do for the casual visitor'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/6795929987477310892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=6795929987477310892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6795929987477310892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6795929987477310892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/12/san-antonio-is-bustling-cosmopolitan.html' title='San Antonio is a bustling cosmopolitan town with plenty to see and do for the casual visitor'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SVm_rBd14sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EcC5toqKgRE/s72-c/pickle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-7368767598438071136</id><published>2008-12-14T22:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:08:51.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, You're It - And Hopefully, You're Interesting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear longtime friend Amanda over at La Maison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gentis&lt;/span&gt; (my little french twist on her blog title) has "tagged" me to share six interesting things about myself. Now, if you've read hers or any other similar ones on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internets&lt;/span&gt;, you'll know that theirs are way creative and completely engaging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After an entire day of sifting through the 25 years of what makes me, I've decided to pick out six random facts, which may or may not be interesting, but will always be good conversation starters. (Especially when you're the only person at a Christmas party who doesn't know anyone and there is a short supply of wine on hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six Interesting Facts About the C-Flo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861032205038754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXVoogCNKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/r9XVudYkiO4/s200/89cooltopscourt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Between the ages of 3 and 4, I was in the emergency room three times. The first time was due to an extremely high fever and dehydration, leading me to an overnight stay and lack of enamel/ staining on my teeth. (Which should explain my compulsive teeth-whitening rituals to this day). The second time was because while stacking chairs at day care, I fell backwards and chomped down on my tongue. After two visits and one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;straight jacket&lt;/span&gt; later, I got stitches and a really cool scar on my tongue to prove it. The third time my friend Shannon and I had a contest to win a Malibu Barbie. We were on the playground, and using our resources, decided that whoever could fit the most rocks up their nose won the Barbie. I won, but I didn't win a Barbie. I won a trip to see a doctor who had really long tweezers with which to remove said rocks. My mom still bought the Barbie for me afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say Mom was a little scared to send me to kindergarten. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861029504640178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXVoecNZLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hxSXvr6SFg4/s200/3rd%2520Grade%2520H%25204.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was somewhat of an artistic, yet intelligent kid. I began reading before age 3 and at age 5 my kindergarten teachers would get the morning classes together and have me read Curious George books to my class as well as the other classes. It was a little scary so I pretended like I was reading aloud to myself and not 60 other kids. I won a ribbon two years in a row in the Houston Livestock Show &amp;amp; Rodeo Art Contest for my drawings and my 6 foot tall mural was selected to hang in the Cotton Bowl at the State Fair in 1996. In fourth grade I learned how to balance a checkbook and read the stock market and have retained everything I learned that year to now. I went to Space Camp and Math/ Science Camp every summer on top of my dance and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; camps. I took the SAT in seventh grade and fought my way from ranking 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in my high school graduating class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861047568376434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXVphu8InI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gZ-F8ETsmjc/s200/lonestar92.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been in three commercials, 1 movie, 1 print ad, and have been interviewed on 2 radio shows. The commercials were for Main Event, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DCC&lt;/span&gt; show, the movie was "Sidekicks" starring Chuck Norris, the print ad was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MetroPCS&lt;/span&gt;, and the radio Shows were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lex&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Terry, and Bo &amp;amp; Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279862843959514930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXXSFz9lzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RjMnCXI8XZ8/s200/shape-poem-01.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love to write poetry and have enough written to eventually compile a book someday. I'm not concerned with who would buy the book, but to know that that my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cortneyisms&lt;/span&gt;" have been exposed to the world would be enough for me. I also learned how to convert my poetry into songwriting and wrote a song about my family for one of aspiring artist friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861044678702546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXVpW9_NdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TFjRhXe_Gjw/s200/1847440037_01__SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V35744617_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a walking oxymoron: I research about/read fitness &amp;amp; health, and wine blogs until I'm blue in the face, knowing that someday I'll have to choose. Either that, or I'll have to make a REALLY great argument about how wine is a great compliment to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; foray into the wide world of health. Maybe if I decide to pursue a degree that requires a thesis, I can make this the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861035196020642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXVozpI96I/AAAAAAAAAJY/waSaK3RaIJg/s200/8375~Good-Taurus-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As stupid as astrology can be, I think I'm a textbook Taurus. A Taurus is someone who is very determined and doesn't like change until after great deliberation. They are anal retentive about keeping track of their money and can sometimes be over-indulgent, needing to practice moderation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Taureans&lt;/span&gt; have a need of safety, stability, and security in life and can be a bit stubborn. For anyone that's known me for an extended period of time, they know that when I get an idea in my head, I ride it out to the end. I hate changing my routine, but when I do, it becomes permanent until I find a new one. I've kept my checkbook balanced since I opened my first account in 2000, and I eat WAY too much oatmeal and drink WAY too much coffee. I am in a constant state of worry if I can't premeditate how or what is going to happen, and I'm overly careful sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my friends that actually read my ridiculous musings, please comment and tell ME six interesting things about yourself...I'd love to hear them!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-7368767598438071136?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.casadegentis.blogspot.com/' title='Tag, You&apos;re It - And Hopefully, You&apos;re Interesting!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/7368767598438071136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=7368767598438071136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/7368767598438071136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/7368767598438071136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-youre-it-and-hopefully-youre.html' title='Tag, You&apos;re It - And Hopefully, You&apos;re Interesting!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SUXVoogCNKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/r9XVudYkiO4/s72-c/89cooltopscourt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-3479344188227709798</id><published>2008-11-30T16:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:47:50.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STMIJSwHf1I/AAAAAAAAAII/oWpwWBL3OwA/s1600-h/Santa_Sheep_with_gifts.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274568544326483794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STMIJSwHf1I/AAAAAAAAAII/oWpwWBL3OwA/s200/Santa_Sheep_with_gifts.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cortney's Christmas Poem, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it ironic that Kris Kringle rhymes with jingle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or at Christmastime we're expected to mingle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are no sounds that rhyme with Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except if you count the word 'ick'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing can be done socially that rhymes with Clause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless socially you drop your 'draws'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If that's your Christmas, leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd rather have my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And be around bells that jingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While watching Mr. Kringle mix and mingle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOOOOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year! Yes folks, it's my absolute 1oo percent favorite time of the year. I've already got the decorations up, my radio is constantly tuned to 103.7 for lite holiday favorites, my room smells of cookies and pumpkin spice, and my coffee of the moment is holiday peppermint. What is better than the span of time from Thanksgiving to New Year's when everything is seasonally superb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There will be many more Christmastime posts to come, for sure, but today was influenced by the presence of Christmas lights in church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I'm supposed to be thinking about Jesus (I try really hard) I sometimes find my thoughts drifting towards the Christmas lights profession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I find myself thinking, "What does a professional Christmas tree lights specialist do for the other 10 months out of the year?" I think I figured it out. They are professional tree-climbers. Like not tree-huggers, or environmentalists or whatever...they climb trees. Like, everything that can ever be done in a really big tree, these people do. They're like professional stuntmen. Everyone appreciates what they do, and are fascinated by it all at the same time, but would never want to do it themselves. Cut branches away from a power line? Get spooked cats out of trees? Hang fancy lights to make rich people's mansions look bigger? Create mood lighting in deciduous backyards? I'm not doing any of that, but I appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe professional Christmas tree-lighters are actually just off duty firemen who like to take the motorized ladder out for a spin every once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The METRORETRO Movement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me tell you about the what I've coined as "The METRORETRO Movement". After discussing it with Katie this morning, her response was "you should blog about that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We saw a guy wearing black jeans today, and we decided that as soon as a trend hits the women of America, guys latch on. Not the regular guys at first, but the "metrosexual" men. The men who are comfortable enough in their own skin to wear purple skinny jeans while clutching an attractive, albeit confused young woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So ladies, watch out for your men. Before we know it, they too will be privy to the Metroretro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The retro comes from the fact that the trends now are the trends from years ago, that have been resurfacing in a particularly interesting and quick manner. So quick that I've been asking for my bags from Goodwill BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy December! I'm off to watch the Dallas Stars defeat (?) Edmonton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DEUCE ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-3479344188227709798?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.phillyburbs.com/xmasdecor/' title='Pre-Christmas Fun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/3479344188227709798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=3479344188227709798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/3479344188227709798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/3479344188227709798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-christmas-fun.html' title='Pre-Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STMIJSwHf1I/AAAAAAAAAII/oWpwWBL3OwA/s72-c/Santa_Sheep_with_gifts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-3446493558879459268</id><published>2008-11-30T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:11:12.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Trot 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL_mAIiT0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZC-CsoA4RTs/s1600-h/iphone+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274559141940186946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL_mAIiT0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZC-CsoA4RTs/s200/iphone+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanksgiving morning my family, Katie's mom, and our friend Ryan ran the 3-Mile Turkey Trot in downtown Dallas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always fun to see lots of friends (Nikki &amp;amp; Family, Stacey!) and have a generally good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILE 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strollers, dogs, large swarms of walking people, cross country jogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILE 2: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teenagers, dog poo, finding breaks in the crowd to run through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILE 3: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teenage girls holding hands, sprinting, finish line, a half eaten orange dropped on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL_hUwZHSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aOx1KhLiYKM/s1600-h/iphone+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274559061576719650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL_hUwZHSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aOx1KhLiYKM/s200/iphone+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-3446493558879459268?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thetrot.org/index.cfm?FuseAction=Page&amp;PageID=1000000' title='Turkey Trot 2008!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/3446493558879459268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=3446493558879459268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/3446493558879459268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/3446493558879459268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-trot-2008.html' title='Turkey Trot 2008!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL_mAIiT0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZC-CsoA4RTs/s72-c/iphone+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-2457213673173020590</id><published>2008-11-30T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:56:24.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made Cooler by the Cavalier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL8voLSrAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XkWOQkC-3Zc/s1600-h/iphone+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274556008773102594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL8voLSrAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XkWOQkC-3Zc/s200/iphone+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   This really happened last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the picture is so bad, but I was driving, trying not to be too obvious, and this guy was for real - I had to try and capture something I haven't seen since 1998!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture this (it gets cooler every line):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach bottle blonde hair color&lt;br /&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;Chil-bowl haircut parted down the middle, gelled down&lt;br /&gt;Black button up shirt&lt;br /&gt;Black wristband pulled up above watch line&lt;br /&gt;Orange cell phone cover&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses with mirrored yellow- orange fade&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Chevy Cavalier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to make any comments...this speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-2457213673173020590?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thedailypage.com/daily/article.php?article=23458' title='Made Cooler by the Cavalier'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/2457213673173020590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=2457213673173020590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/2457213673173020590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/2457213673173020590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/11/made-cooler-by-cavalier.html' title='Made Cooler by the Cavalier'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL8voLSrAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XkWOQkC-3Zc/s72-c/iphone+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-8494081071973776339</id><published>2008-11-30T15:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:43:09.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL6lmhHnBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oPtMs3Niw08/s1600-h/n34415415_34142042_2421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274553637505834002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL6lmhHnBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oPtMs3Niw08/s200/n34415415_34142042_2421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy there, I'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my welcome back post, thought I'd say Happy Thanksgiving and hello again. Over Halloween I made the journey up to Fayetteville, Arkansas for my very first Razorback football game. The game and the campus itself were so reminiscent of College Station...meaning, completely fun and wonderful. What happened outside of the game was what made the trip have character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night my mom decides that she wants to go out with her old high school buddies and leaves my sisters and I to our own devices. We spend our Halloween night in the local mall surrounded by small children in really cute costumes and large children dressed as Paris Hilton. Dinner consisted of 2 smoothies and a coffee for myself. We're heading back to my crazy Grammy's house in my mom's car, when we get totally lost. We're lost in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and not the pretty part either. I decide to be cute and pull out the iphone, assuming that my GPS will come to the rescue and point me in the right direction. Mom doesn't want to talk on the phone longer than enough to tell us that Grammy lives on "33rd street".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that Fort Smith has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MULTIPLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 33rd streets? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither did I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45 minutes upon leaving the mall, we thankfully landed in the front yard of Grammy's house (she doesn't have a driveway) and we completed what is normally a ten minute drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of me wishes I were traipsing through Uptown with my Wonder-Woman clad best friend on Halloween night at 4 am instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was just Friday. On the drive to and from Fayetteville on Saturday, I saw lots of things in the back of trucks. I wish I would have taken pictures. My favorite things that people were hauling would have been:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Plastic Santa Claus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gigantic Deer Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Rock Climbing Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who said Arkansans were only used to scaling the Ozarks? Apparently, they like their textured polyurethane-covered multiplex board too as much as the next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the trip was pretty fun. Arkansas is really beautiful, and the University's campus is very impressive. Makes me proud to say I'm a native of &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; Natural State. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274553224533990162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL6NkE9WxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/txTWEP7fj4I/s200/n34415415_34141968_7122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-8494081071973776339?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.arkansas.com/' title='The Natural State'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/8494081071973776339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=8494081071973776339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/8494081071973776339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/8494081071973776339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/11/natural-state.html' title='The Natural State'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STL6lmhHnBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oPtMs3Niw08/s72-c/n34415415_34142042_2421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-3066613123257376692</id><published>2008-10-06T18:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:42:47.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep in the Heart of Texas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG TEX IS HOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPQ4BHwhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a-adPrnr3ko/s1600-h/iphone+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169435358872082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPQ4BHwhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a-adPrnr3ko/s200/iphone+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie and I made our first visit to the State Fair of Texas in about 10 years yesterday! It all began with a trip to the Car Show, of course. The best showing by far were the Saleen Mustangs and the Saturns. My next car is going to be one of two things: a huge gas guzzling monster or the smallest thing ever that nibbles on gas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gig em Big Tex!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169461559374914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPSZnztEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ySvz8bGy6d4/s200/iphone+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's me imitating Big Tex.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169999553630738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPxtzokhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dsjp7mo-1LE/s200/iphone+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katie's first time on the Texas Star!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169047894473474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqO6UmaOwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aNnRQY0Kb08/s200/iphone+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254170001077639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPxze_GpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cn_Wp198sdU/s200/iphone+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169471249426722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPS9uGKSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mOvtVWWw3uQ/s200/iphone+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What's more awesome than the Dallas skyline?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169062980969602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqO7MzT5II/AAAAAAAAAF8/ito_v6OkM9c/s200/iphone+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We indulged in a snack (corny dog for Katie, Lemon Chill for me), we rode the Texas Star (Katie had never been on the Ferris wheel before!) and we even watched Mark conquer a few of the fried tasty treats! (Fried chocolate truffle, strawberry waffle balls) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This alpaca had dreads, kinda looks a cross between the lead singer for the Counting Crows and Kid of Kid n Play. Alpaca House Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169051792308866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqO6jHueoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jgv8Q0h0MRs/s200/iphone+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169440160895650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPRJ6A0qI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lG4_HCcSRKM/s200/iphone+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's some bighorns! We had a staring contest...they won.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254170007623350146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPyL3mt4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vdIVkRuT1Do/s200/iphone+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A baby cow named Beauregard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169449988631346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPRuhIKzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sBLYJYnxdHc/s200/iphone+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also made it to the nutrition pavilion, saw some cows, played with a miniature horse, and ran into my very first boyfriend ever, Kyle! I was imitating a chewing camel at the petting zoo/ feed barn when I heard my name and looked over see him and his family across the way.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fabulous day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that watch the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader show on CMT, YES! I made it into the first episode. Although I only made it to semi finals, there’s a shot of me dancing, splitting, and smiling while they announce the finalists! So if you get a chance to watch it, look for the bleach blonde in a sparkly hot pink top and blue shorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not my best look, but I did stand out a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screen shots from my mom's tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169041303364978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqO58C95XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zonXbaBrAos/s200/iphone+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169035071591442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqO5k1MlBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hXmVxwBaqG4/s200/iphone+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So I tried running on the Katy Trail again yesterday, for the first time since last March. My joints HATE me right now. My ankles, knees, and hip flexors are dying. I need it though; I am running Race for the Cure again in two weeks (3.1 miles) and then the Turkey Trot again on Thanksgiving Day (8 miles).&lt;br /&gt;I got a REALLY good idea while I was running though. I never go out on the trail if I’m going to walk. I run, or I don’t go at all. To me, I’m embarrassed to be out there if I’m not running, biking or rollerblading like everyone else. HOWEVER – there is an exception. When I see people walking, their tops are covered in sweat. Automatically I think – “Wow, they must have just gotten done with a really LONG run! I wish that were me….”&lt;br /&gt;Technically, it’s okay to walk if you’re covered in sweat. People automatically assume you’ve just been going at it really hard and are in your cool down period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here’s my idea….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ladies and gentleman –&lt;br /&gt;The *SWEAT-SHIRT*!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254170009312543394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPySKVwqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xQzyDclT8A0/s200/BLD040417.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A shirt with strategically placed “sweat marks” and “wet whiskers” to make it look like you’ve been working out for hours! No more worrying about what they’ll think about you taking a walk. Taking a walk in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*SWEAT-SHIRT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gives you a free out, fooling others to believe that you’ve just run the Boston Marathon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think – looking like you’ve just expended yourself physically gives you a free out – hit up any restaurant or party in this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEAT-SHIRT*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you can eat or drink whatever you want – you’re &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT GUY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who just worked out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY HARD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now it’s time to enjoy life. You don’t even small bad….you didn’t even exercise, so you didn’t sweat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-3066613123257376692?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bigtex.com/' title='Deep in the Heart of Texas!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/3066613123257376692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=3066613123257376692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/3066613123257376692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/3066613123257376692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/10/deep-in-heart-of-texas.html' title='Deep in the Heart of Texas!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOqPQ4BHwhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a-adPrnr3ko/s72-c/iphone+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-1133772110308976104</id><published>2008-10-04T17:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:45:26.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What up, Gourd Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So obviously my blog’s been out of commission recently, and with good reason! Work’s been a lot lately and with all my dedication to my students I’ve forgotten to get back to one of the things that makes me happiest – writing about them. HA! Just kidding. And with that, I give you –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fall/ Halloween Post of 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the presidential election coming up, I would like you to all know that YES I’ve been researching each candidate, and am making my decision based on a myriad of information, mainly including their favorite pop culture icon and song of 1998. Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in the spirit of the recent vice presidential debate, I’ve created new campaign slogans for each camp, to show a little love to our VEEPEES! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Repubs: McPalin 2008! And the Dems: Obiden 2008! I will not divulge my political leanings, but I will advise that listening to celebrities is probably not the best idea….but hey, if you too believe that someday aliens are going to come and rescue everyone wearing red strings around their wrists and give the world to those with no less than five DUIs, then be my guest! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416831869326386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfixlihFDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SGeEy5lEqvI/s200/rep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416024836904882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfiCnG_l7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dqrDyYE-pv4/s200/democratic-donkey.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO happy that fall is here. My favorite thing about fall is GOURD SEASON! Once it gets closer I will be making my annual trip to Central Market to pick out some delicious, decorative gourds for the apartment. My friend Mark first introduced me to these amazing beings back in 2004, and I haven’t been the same since. In fact, I am considering giving my students extra credit for bringing me gourds. How wonderful would a classroom full of gourds look on a Christmas card? Nothing says happy holidays like a science lab full of squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416028613299106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfiC1LWy6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/TfmViNDo4tE/s200/gourds.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fair day is Monday – of course, none of my friends are off the same day so Katie are going to try and head out there tomorrow – we love the car show, and haven’t been in forever. Plus, this year the new addition to the fried food feast is an friend apple pie that looks like an ipod. I just want to see someone actually eat the nastiest thing I’ve ever heard of. They even give you a free set of headphones when you buy it. I guess you stick the headphones in the apple pie and you can hear, not the ocean, but Chris Farley repeating “Fat guy in a little coat”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416027691917938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfiCxvronI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dWplMS4jINc/s200/ipie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;High school bathrooms are like haunted houses. You walk in, holding your breath, wandering which door is safe, which door does NOT have something scary behind it, and you are usually wrong, and your heart stops, and you are horrified by what you have seen. Gives a new meaning to “I’m so sacred I’m about to pee my pants!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone makes fun of carneys, but aren’t haunted house actors like the scary version of carneys? They essentially do the same thing – sit together and smoke on their break, wearing garb reminiscent of a homeless person, leaving you wondering if they are working or just found a way to sneak in and mess with unsuspecting patrons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416024551948690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfiCmDDgZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f-k-BwpWBKU/s200/2004-10-31-ghastley-crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On the sports front, college football has been the year of the upset so far – and I mean that in an underdog way, as well as a disappointed way towards my Aggies. It is my hopes that we’re in a rebuilding year….&lt;br /&gt;Excitement ensues as I embark on my&lt;br /&gt;trip to an Arkansas game! I will be heading to Fayetteville on Halloween for the homecoming game! Woo, pig soiee!&lt;br /&gt;I also have gotten to go to a Stars game already this year! I’m going to pull a John Madden and state the obvious – we look good, and Sean Avery is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416478003425298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfic_ST8BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6eoYQxbzr40/s200/Razorback-1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are completely awesome, I’ve decided. My youngest sister is conquering her first semester of college, taking 12 hours and heading towards being a teacher! She still has no car and works full time at a restaurant! My middle sister is also amazing, and I’m pretty jealous of all she’s done. At 20, she is a radio deejay, is in her third year of majoring in broadcast production, is a production assistant for the local news network, works in the school computer lab, AND just wrapped up assisting a prominent LA tv editor on a reality show pilot. Some may say I’m living vicariously through that little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing my rap about cells for a biology lesson, I have now crossed over into fifth grade music. My bff Amanda was in a prime number crisis, emailed me the prime numbers, and asked me to provide her with a suitable tune with which to sing said prime numbers. After much deliberation with my third period class, we figured out the “Yankee Doodle” has the same number of syllables as the prime numbers…I think I have a new calling. School songwriter! My current work is a rap about Tungsten for my classes’ element project. Once it is perfected, it will be unleashed on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I have learned this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Kids do drugs in class by rubbing their noses with their index fingers while I’m lecturing&lt;br /&gt;The drug dog sniffed out my classroom full of juniors clean, but found alcohol and cigarettes in the freshman class down the hall, meaning that 14 years old need more to get through the day than 17 year olds&lt;br /&gt;The newest dance crazes are called the Stanky Leg and the Booty-Doo, and it’s more funny to pretend to be ridiculously white and frustrate my kids by asking them to show me “that turkey leg” dance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416026137732162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfiCr9IpEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qmhFO0HD8CE/s200/big.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to combine this stanky leg dance with the salt shaker and the superman dances and make my own called the “Shaky Man”. Basically you walk around the dance floor, with your pretend cape, flailing about as if you were having the jitters. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Green, Go Gourds, Peace Out, -CFLOW- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-1133772110308976104?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gourd.tv/' title='What up, Gourd Season'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/1133772110308976104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=1133772110308976104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/1133772110308976104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/1133772110308976104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-obviously-my-blogs-been-out-of.html' title='What up, Gourd Season'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SOfixlihFDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SGeEy5lEqvI/s72-c/rep.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-6498180409799144259</id><published>2008-08-18T23:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:43:37.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate "Icebreakers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staff Development, Day Uno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "Let's go around the room and introduce ourselves! Tell me who your are, how long you've been here teaching, and something wonderful you did this summer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortney: "Hi!  I'm Cortney. This is my third year teaching. I graduated from our wonderful high school and made my way onto Texas A&amp;amp;M (whoop inserted here) where I graduated from in the fall of 2005.  This summer after I taught summer school I got to see my best friend from college marry a guy with my last name. So now, there's two of us - the only difference is that she has a husband....and I have a cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around the room:  "Awwww....hahahahaha. You're better off with a cat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Courtney - just wanted to share the fact that you made a good story during an absolutely, positively, most excellently boring day of talking. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-6498180409799144259?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.iateapie.net/reviews/archives/2005/09/ice_breakers_so.php' title='I hate &quot;Icebreakers&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/6498180409799144259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=6498180409799144259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6498180409799144259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6498180409799144259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-icebreakers.html' title='I hate &quot;Icebreakers&quot;'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-8354828489869994304</id><published>2008-08-07T00:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:32:01.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Probes, Balls, and Logs Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days, you just cannot make stuff up. Stuff happens, and people say glorious things about it, and I write them down, for all to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is an &lt;em&gt;actual conversation&lt;/em&gt; had, this very morning, in a lesson planning meeting with other chemistry teachers from across the district.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that we are introducing a new activity into our daily lessons, and these activities are called &lt;em&gt;"probes".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;Teacher 1: "So where should we stick our probes in this unit?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher 2: "Which probe are we using first?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher 3: "I thought we decided on using the floating logs probe first?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher 4: "Yes, let's do the log probe first!"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher 5: "What about the floating balls probe? That one looks good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, after about 10 minutes of this:&lt;/strong&gt; "So, balls or logs? And where exactly are we sticking each of these probes?" (Keep in mind I had about three other teachers watching me stifle my laugh the entire time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;Oh, but that wasn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;Other randomly selected quotes from the day, being as about 15 teachers are working together on one computer.&lt;br /&gt;"Back it up!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's always takes him about 30 minutes..."&lt;br /&gt;"We should use a probe in every unit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;And all the while, under my breath, I think I muttered "That's what she said" about 77 times.&lt;br /&gt;I am admitting that I have a problem, and I'm trying to get off the "TWSS" wagon before August 25th. But, until then, watch out, I'm a champ, and will beat you to TWSS, not once - but always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;And the tagline reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"That's what she said" -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fun, adult alternative game to Slugbug! So, while your little ones are busy beating up their pals at the sight a of Volkswagen, you my friend, are indulging in laughter with your fellow mates who enjoy a little inappropriate connotation! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231628669462714450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SJp6jngTGFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GKUtfuSdKK4/s200/0000007501_20060920143802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-8354828489869994304?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bnl.gov/bnlweb/pubaf/pr/PR_display.asp?prID=06-35' title='Probes, Balls, and Logs Galore!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/8354828489869994304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=8354828489869994304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/8354828489869994304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/8354828489869994304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/08/probes-balls-and-logs-galore.html' title='Probes, Balls, and Logs Galore!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SJp6jngTGFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GKUtfuSdKK4/s72-c/0000007501_20060920143802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-5095609553266001595</id><published>2008-07-30T00:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:50:28.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Greek to Geek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you know, I have taken my professional dorkiness to a new level and decided to attend a pre-AP Chemistry conference at UTD this week. For seven hours a day, five days in a row, I am in a classroom of assorted (mostly older, very interesting) teachers and learning about the joys of teaching advanced chemistry. Not that I will ever get to teach this anytime soon – it’s all out of hope. I have rather enjoyed the labs, being that my peers have complimented me multiple times on my very attractive safety goggles. (I got them at Home Depot in case you’re interested.) I have actually learned a lot, being as it feels like I’m in college again – a bit rejuvenating, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;I have also learned that a watched clock never moves….and that &lt;em&gt;teaching is like cooking&lt;/em&gt;. You have a base recipe and method of going about it, but your dish becomes more memorable (and asked for) once you’ve added your own special ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a new poem today in honor of me realizing what I was, what I became, and how thankful I am for the road that lead me here…and I named it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228663336552733138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SI_xmhlVmdI/AAAAAAAAADA/QsgVbhtmPMg/s320/bidday03pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Greek to Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Greek to Geek, I think I have this thing down!&lt;br /&gt;From pearls to lab goggles, from jeans to pants of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to chat about being safe while I’d sing,&lt;br /&gt;And schedule buses to and from Pi Phi flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I talk about the periodic table or electron pull,&lt;br /&gt;The only buses I see drop off the kids at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once got paid 20 dollars a day,&lt;br /&gt;To teach aerobics and how to lift weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get paid 20 dollars an hour,&lt;br /&gt;To send little hoodlums to the safety shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memorized every Greek-lettered organization,&lt;br /&gt;Now I use Greek letters for every chemical equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said that being an Aggie Greek was so odd –&lt;br /&gt;Must be having a terrible time at their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss, how do you know so much!” my kids ask,&lt;br /&gt;As I ponder my answer I lift an Erlenmeyer flask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering wistfully when flasks were more fun,&lt;br /&gt;Buying them as presents for my friends turning 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I learned it all at the best school in College Station!”&lt;br /&gt;I reply (knowing it was really my “other education”) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228663894022102770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SI_yG-UZHvI/AAAAAAAAADI/lKAGeaiAEYk/s200/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-5095609553266001595?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.greekgeek.org/' title='From Greek to Geek!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/5095609553266001595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=5095609553266001595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/5095609553266001595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/5095609553266001595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-greek-to-geek.html' title='From Greek to Geek!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SI_xmhlVmdI/AAAAAAAAADA/QsgVbhtmPMg/s72-c/bidday03pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-8527743112003291596</id><published>2008-07-20T20:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:02:39.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack on the Wedding D-Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weddings are super-fun, especially when they are full of friends, food, a kickass cover band, and lots of cocktails. Sometimes a single man in his 20s will show up with a wingman, under all intention of bagging him a cute little lady to take home for the night. Sometimes when sorority girls get together, they recognize this guy, and turn the tables on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let’s change the name of this guy to ‘Chad’, for privacy’s sake, and begin the tale of how we all crashed the wedding d-bag Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tale begins at the end of the reception with a walk out to the lobby, where everyone is gathering their rose petals to shower the happy couple with as they escape the reception and jump in their limo.&lt;br /&gt;Chad, to me: “Hey beautiful, what about that dance you promised me tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “What dance?” (Followed by a prompt exit as I begin to observe his amusingly drunken behavior towards the rest of my sorority sisters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we get back to the empty reception and start forming a Chad-watching group, thinking of things we can get girls to say to him to enhance his d-bag behavior.&lt;br /&gt;(Mind you earlier he spent the entire night on the rim of the dance floor, smiling skeezily at every girl, chatting a bit, clinging tightly to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what I’m sure was a sugary drink poured into a beer bottle.)&lt;br /&gt;We convince Jacque to approach him and introduce herself.&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: “Hi Chad, I’m Jacque!”&lt;br /&gt;Chad: (seductively) ‘I’d recognize those eyes anywhere.”&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Jackie joins us quickly and we launch more attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the reception we go to the hotel bar and begin to spread the d-bag’s legend. Luckily enough, he approaches me again:&lt;br /&gt;Chad: (bends over in front of me and picks up a flattened, stepped-on flower) “I was waiting here to give this to you.”&lt;br /&gt;And I proceed to give the flower to the rest of my girlfriends, giving them the same line.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to lie, I ended up talking to way more girls than he did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-8527743112003291596?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/8527743112003291596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=8527743112003291596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/8527743112003291596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/8527743112003291596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/weddings-are-super-fun-especially-when.html' title='Attack on the Wedding D-Bag'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-4682064713586771064</id><published>2008-07-20T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:01:50.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortneyisms for the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cortneyisms for the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did a lot of thinking over the weekend, therefore I’m qualified to write aforementioned thoughts. I take them, package them up all pretty, channel Yogi Berra, and produce a little gem called a “Cortneyism”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;One happy, one thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time is my worst enemy because I cannot change it, nor can I get it back.&lt;br /&gt;Time is my best friend because it forces me to keep moving forward and remembering that even this moment will soon become a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Time – you either live in it or you lose it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Someone who is training to become a bodybuilder is like a woman who is slightly pregnant. You don’t know whether to tell them congratulations on how far they’ve come or to uncomfortably wonder why they’re slightly chubbier than usual."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-4682064713586771064?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/y/yogi_berra.html' title='Cortneyisms for the Week'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/4682064713586771064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=4682064713586771064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/4682064713586771064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/4682064713586771064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/cortneyisms-for-week.html' title='Cortneyisms for the Week'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-6582316662308825525</id><published>2008-07-20T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:47:24.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Courtney and Michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtney and Michael are officially married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you that weren't at the rehearsal dinner, I'd like to share the toast we made to the two. Katie and I wrote it in the car on the ride down this weekend, and Kristy approved it upon her arrival from HAWAII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was the first time that Courtney, me, Amanda, Katie, and Kristy were all together in three years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was definitely one of the best weddings I've been too in a long time - more to come on that front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the most awesome toast ever. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225245731287805490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SIPNTt2JLjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BUnwCXPxZhM/s320/2588688137_28cfa6628e_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Toast to Courtney &amp;amp; Michael&lt;br /&gt;July 18, 2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Read and Written by Katie, Cortney,&amp;amp; Kristy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seven years ago in the summer of 2001,&lt;br /&gt;We met as Pi Phi pledges, our college experience having begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl who looked like Britney and a girl who looked like Drew,&lt;br /&gt;They lived in the same dorm, even had the same name (one without a U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They quickly bonded with their pledge sisters and as if by chance,&lt;br /&gt;The Co(u)rtneys, Katie, Kristy, and Amanda joined the crew for Firedance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formals, mixers, crush parties and football games were rocked in College Station,&lt;br /&gt;Springs breaks coast to coast and New Orleans, sampling our fair share of libations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history my friends, we sure did have a blast,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing up the town, forging friendships that would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know Courtney and even better, being her friend&lt;br /&gt;Is getting to know a woman who is the epitome of genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never know if the world is ready for one more Courtney Fowler,&lt;br /&gt;But we all know that our worlds would have never been the same if they would have been without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so very blessed to be here as Courtney begins her new life&lt;br /&gt;By granting Michael the honor of becoming his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please raise your glasses and join us in a toast to the happy pair&lt;br /&gt;May God bless now and forever the great happiness you soon will share! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-6582316662308825525?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/6582316662308825525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=6582316662308825525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6582316662308825525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6582316662308825525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/congrats-courtney-and-michael.html' title='Congrats Courtney and Michael!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SIPNTt2JLjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BUnwCXPxZhM/s72-c/2588688137_28cfa6628e_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-4573648939618309029</id><published>2008-07-11T03:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:14:49.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What She Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Merriam-Webster has so graciously honored the Lone Star State with the inclusion of the term "Texas Hold 'Em" in the dictionary, I have decided to honor my fellow citizens of Dallas with a segment entitled: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's What She Said: Words I've Nominated for Merriam-Webster"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANKY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pronunciation: \ˈjəŋke\&lt;br /&gt;Function:noun, verb, adjective&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:Middle English &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Date: 21st century&lt;br /&gt;1: refers to something that does not work, is unreliable, or is generally messed up pretty bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Examples: a bad laptop= janktop; a bad car=jankmobile; bad toilet=janktank; bad pda=jankberry; when someone is messed up, they are janktified; when someone has ruined something, they have janked it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUTTACRUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pronunciation:\ˈbə-tər-ˌkrustt\&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun, verb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Etymology: Cortneyism&lt;br /&gt;Date: 21st century &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1: the opposite of a muffin-top, when a person decides to wear tight pants and display their backside in a manner showing the spillage of excess skin up, above, and over the pack of their slacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Examples of usage in a sentence: "I cannot see five feet in front of me thanks to that chick's buttacrust." "Oh yes, she was a very nice person, but was one buttacrustin' fool!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week in Summer School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a student asks what they're supposed to be learning, it is perfectly acceptable for the teacher to respond with a simple "We teach the crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a student complains that their calculator keeps giving them the wrong answer, it is also perfectly acceptable to respond by saying "A calculator is only as smart as the person who's pushing the buttons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isiah 30:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anne Graham's comments on this really made me think, in lieu of what changed in my life yesterday. She asks, "Is there someone else who is leading you to join with him or her in decisive action? Instead of blindly saying 'I'll go with you' take a moment to pray and ask God for His direction. Then wait until He answers you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for helping me see your direction - the direction in which I were meant to go. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-4573648939618309029?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/4573648939618309029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=4573648939618309029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/4573648939618309029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/4573648939618309029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-what-she-said.html' title='That&apos;s What She Said'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-6516865432828380855</id><published>2008-07-08T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:48:00.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Weird That? Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>Hi there!! Tonight is my first installment of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is It Weird That?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself wishing I could email from my cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;That my parents locked me in my room when I was eight years old until I learned all my times tables by heart and I'm still terrible at mental math?&lt;br /&gt;That I still go to the public library because I figured out that the books were free?&lt;br /&gt;That when I was little I thought that the little red balls on the power lines were filled with knives and fire?&lt;br /&gt;That I LOVE teaching electron configurations?&lt;br /&gt;That I teach chemistry and I still learn something new about it everyday?&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how my day is going once I hear kids learning I get excited?&lt;br /&gt;That one of the best present my mother ever bought for me was a DVD from the dollar store of my favorite Vincent Price scary movie?&lt;br /&gt;That one of my favorite things to do is ride roller coasters even though I only get to do it once a year?&lt;br /&gt;That I earn satisfaction from hoping that I will pay my child’s college tuition without them ever having to worry about it?&lt;br /&gt;That I secretly wish I were an amazing chef and plan to live vicariously through my naturally blessed youngest sister?&lt;br /&gt;That I also secretly wish I were a radio DJ and am again living vicariously through the other sister?&lt;br /&gt;That I sometimes shrink my clothes hoping that they will either fit or entice me to lose weight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can teach entire lessons based on Saved by the Bell episodes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I am convinced that I am the world's best accomodator?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll have a million more of those, I promise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a more normal note.... :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friend Sarah asked me what my teaching philosophy is.  I have never been asked what my teaching philosphy is before, and presented with a moment when I had to figure it out, I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My personal philosophy on education is to teach to the kids that can be taught, and to not take personal the kids that do not share my enthusiasm on learning and planning for the future. In a public school system, many children have been raised to believe what their parents have taught them to believe. Many are already conditioned to think that a vocational school is their best bet, and do not expect much more of themselves - nor do their parents. All I can hope to do is latch onto the kids that care, and do everything I can to further them in their academic endeavors. If one 6 kids out of my 150 I teach every year goes to college and graduates, I consider that achievement on my part. I have learned to expect little happinesses from time to time rather than full on "change the entire student body" type achievements. It only takes one person to change the world....what if I was that one person's high school teacher? It could happen, and that's what I stand by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it - I think this philosophy could apply to anyone on Earth. What if we all could just reach one person? The great thing is that, we can! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun Fact of the Day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most flexible part of your body sustains the least ability to balance.  The least flexible part of your body sustains ALL your ability to balance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-6516865432828380855?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/6516865432828380855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=6516865432828380855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6516865432828380855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6516865432828380855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-weird-that-vol-1.html' title='Is It Weird That? Vol. 1'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-6692741829295292620</id><published>2008-07-03T00:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:03:50.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You down with ATP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today in summer school I completed what I like to call the "Cell Freestyle". It's basically a rap that describes the different parts of the plant and animal cell. The idea for this song came into conception around TAKS testing time this past April. My students cannot ever remember the parts of the cell, much less what each part does. So, with a little help from Naughty by Nature, I have changed the words of "OPP" to "ATP". Tell me what you think. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218648880701536002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGxdgeW0dwI/AAAAAAAAACw/5moXOZaASvQ/s200/opp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the C to the E to the L is something phat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plants and animals are all down with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all know that they both can't be the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let's start with similarities, both have a membrane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One covers the nucleus and the other the cell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like a club bouncer or a guard in jail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping to keep homeostasis maintained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While letting the nucleus serve as the brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The brain is the best place for the DNA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It tells us what to do, how to think, and what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RNA comes in and does his transcription, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And leaves with a super special prescription&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Translation ensues and and makes a protein code, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ribosomes get ready and make the whole load&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Golgi body works just like the U.P.S.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carb and protein presents shipped out exocytosis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cytoplasm is just like a Jello mold, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cell organelles float within its hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endoplasmic reticulum transports everything on time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While the lysosomes digest trash with their enzymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plants and animals are alike in many ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now let's contrast these two for a change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plants reach for the sun and need to stand tall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the reason why they all have a cell wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big vacuoles store food and water in sacs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little green disks are the chloroplasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filled with green chlorophyll they can't be missed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're the ultimate player in photosynthesis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food is made from water and C-O-2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oxygen is given off for humans to consume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mitochondria take in the food and oxygen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And use it towards cellular respiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you know it, we have energy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In three little letters we call ATP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You down with ATP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You down with ATP? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You down with ATP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's down with ATP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEAH! C-flo original.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218648283138708306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGxc9sQvU1I/AAAAAAAAACo/WO3X7ldCNQE/s200/GB%25201%2520c15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-6692741829295292620?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/6692741829295292620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=6692741829295292620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6692741829295292620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/6692741829295292620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-down-with-atp.html' title='You down with ATP?'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGxdgeW0dwI/AAAAAAAAACw/5moXOZaASvQ/s72-c/opp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-5545353104309396132</id><published>2008-07-03T00:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:41:49.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Katie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGxYgDLUMGI/AAAAAAAAACg/bJd4bcglsqg/s1600-h/cortktvegas08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218643375847387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGxYgDLUMGI/AAAAAAAAACg/bJd4bcglsqg/s200/cortktvegas08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was my best friend Katie's 25th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met my freshman year of college, and became roomies (for life!) at the age of 19. In honor of her special day, I left her present and some balloons on the counter in the kitchen - along with this poem! I wanted to wait until she read it to post it for everyone. (PS - I LOVE writing poems. Not great at it, but I try so hard I can call it a hobby.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katie Jane, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so much to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this, a most important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we were 18 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pledges in Pi Phi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've made it from dorms to half a house and back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And seen how quickly 7 years can fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The years keep getting better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days seem to pass so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lived the Ultimate College Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being fun adults is now our task!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The future is looming ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's something we can't ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if we cherish each moment now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no telling what happiness may be in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the only person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've ever been able to live with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I cannot imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not having you, but a set of kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With 5 years left before we're 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And officially very old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that you retain your grace and charm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abundantly spreading your heart of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you, Katie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 25th Birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-5545353104309396132?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/5545353104309396132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=5545353104309396132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/5545353104309396132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/5545353104309396132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-katie.html' title='Happy Birthday Katie!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGxYgDLUMGI/AAAAAAAAACg/bJd4bcglsqg/s72-c/cortktvegas08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-7929745592014303758</id><published>2008-07-01T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:25:38.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So today in summer school we taught the kids what the difference is between viruses and bacteria. There are a lot of scientific explanations but I decided to just tell the kids that a virus is different because it looks like the robotic spider from the Wild Wild West movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kids are busy debating how well this fact will help them with their upcoming science &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test, I sit and think about what if questions, and try to figure out my answers.&lt;br /&gt;This way, if I ever get interviewed for anything at all, I will know exactly what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could have any superpower, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have the ability to be awesome at any and everything I ever tried to do. I call it the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;multi talented&lt;/span&gt; superpower. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MTS&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would do? (aside from donating it to charities and giving some to family and friends)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hire a DRIVER! I do not like driving at all, and have recently developed a bit of road rage since moving to the busier part of Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite oxymoron?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Hour" - it's longer than an hour, and the soonest you get "happy" is after the aforementioned happy "hour" is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is owning a vehicle like being in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The best deals are not the prettiest or the ones with the highest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;price tags&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To get good use out of it, you have to maintain and care for it on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;A little scratch here and there can be fixed, or lived with.&lt;br /&gt;No one wants one that guzzles down all your money without returning the favor.&lt;br /&gt;Being in an enclosed space while it's running can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;The first one is always dubbed a "learning experience".&lt;br /&gt;Having it stolen is the worst feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Giving it too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; can make it look cheap and give off the wrong impression.&lt;br /&gt;The more friends that meet it and love it, the more you love it as well.&lt;br /&gt;You grow incredibly attached to it until it lets you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have any more fun Tuesday musings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billboard Quote of the Day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-7929745592014303758?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/7929745592014303758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=7929745592014303758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/7929745592014303758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/7929745592014303758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-4988297538453268210</id><published>2008-07-01T00:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:30:36.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Ashtanga Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGnAnJ3H0rI/AAAAAAAAACY/9k3OOH6WqOk/s1600-h/Yoga_handsback_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217913422179979954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGnAnJ3H0rI/AAAAAAAAACY/9k3OOH6WqOk/s200/Yoga_handsback_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for those of you that know me fairly well, you know that I update my fairly consistent routines about every six months or so. For the past six months my newest fitness obsession is Core Fusion and Ashtanga Yoga classes at Exhale Spa (link provided above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the conservative Christian girl that I am, most of you are thinking, "Cortney, in yoga? What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began very open minded about the whole 'practice' as they call it, and have found it to be quite enjoyable. Core Fusion classes were an easy transition for me from my gym rat days because it's like dance, pilates, and weight training all rolled into one hour long kick-my-butt class.&lt;br /&gt;But yoga? Now that took some getting used to.....but now I love it, and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 Reasons Why I Love Yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Cortney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. At the end of class, we close by saying "Namaste". I say "Jesus" so that God won't think I am bowing to the porcelain Buddha sculpture next to the gong at the front of the room. I spend a lot of class time praying in my downward dog position so class also doubles as devotional time well spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. All the dance and gymnastics I did for years makes me look like a pro when we do back bends and handstands, and allows me to make asshole comments to my peers like "yeah, and i only tried this six months ago...!" (kidding....or am i?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I've learned Sanskrit. Or actually I've recognized what word goes with what action, leading me to believe that Pavlov's Dogs could have learned Sanskrit as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I can do crazy/ freaky stuff I've never known. I can balance solely on my forearms in about 4 different ways, only to find that it kind of creeps people out when I show them at parties.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217912867765330338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGnAG4gXoaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dzUJzJaok40/s200/sidecrowvarbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Only in yoga is it acceptable to sweat and drip sweat profusely - girls included. In one particular teacher's class it is also acceptable to pass gas, as she calls this "the body's natural response to a release of stress". I'm gonna be honest, it is mostly elderly people who do this audibly during class, and it is REALLY hard to keep from snickering/ falling over in fits of uncontrollable laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Do you have a needle and thread? Because my arms are gettin' ripped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I can do a lot of pushups now - dare you to say "drop and give me 10"...make sure you add pushups, because I will tell you I don't carry cash if you don't specify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217912807517824386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGnADYEPpYI/AAAAAAAAACI/OjxZbh1PHkM/s200/peacock_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 8. Yoga is done bare-footed. Meaning that pedicures are a MUST from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. We meditate at the start and end of class. Any workout that includes essential relaxation is flippin' wonderful, because that's the only time I relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Sometimes I feel like I've entered a secret club, with a variety of members, who call themselves "yogis" and ask how the kindergarten musical went last night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217912738350348946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGm__WZbupI/AAAAAAAAACA/cfcFle93_8Q/s200/crowbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;11. There is no one to impress or compete with other than myself. Yes, there are gorgeous girls there, whom I consider to be my role models. Oh and the guys there....well, with as flexible as they are it leaves the mind to wonder if they're checking out the teacher or the dude standing next to the teacher. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Class puts my way out of my element. It is the one part of my day where I literally have no contact with the outside world, and I cannot possibly exhibit any of my type A personality traits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. I usually get free massages. Yes, they call them adjustments, but I call them heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Although I'm improving, I'm challenged everyday. I never know what to expect, and I usually discover a new goal for my body every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. I finally have something in common with the bohemian Scientologists of the world. This way, when I finally get the guts up to enter a vegetarian establishment alone, I will ALWAYS have a conversation starter above and beyond hummus recommendations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. I get to feel like a kid again. I'm actually encouraged to do backward rolls and handstands and see how far I can put my foot behind my head. And my peers will actually volunteer to spot me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217912674979002658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGm_7qUhuSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uPNd5QzDywI/s200/870584099_dcc61157b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 17. Yoga makes for an even ground. No jewelry, no bags, no shoes, just plain ol' people wearing 500 dollars worth of yoga gear on their bodies. A totally even ground, like I said. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did I mention there was a gong? Sweet action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217912425009729858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGm_tHHNUUI/AAAAAAAAABw/TzeLiKzuiko/s200/gong.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOOOOINGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-4988297538453268210?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.exhalespa.com' title='Why I Love Ashtanga Yoga'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/4988297538453268210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=4988297538453268210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/4988297538453268210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/4988297538453268210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-love-ashtanga-yoga.html' title='Why I Love Ashtanga Yoga'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/SGnAnJ3H0rI/AAAAAAAAACY/9k3OOH6WqOk/s72-c/Yoga_handsback_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-7480252425512236036</id><published>2008-06-11T18:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:23:32.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wins The War?</title><content type='html'>Today's war comes to you from my friendly neighborhood Super Target.&lt;br /&gt;I love Super Target because you go expecting to buy nothing...and then end up getting seduced my the stationery aisle..oh look, accessories...aren't those shoes cute?...that dress is on sale!...I totally need some new mascara....these bowls and cups are like a dollar...did I run out of toilet paper?...I think I need shampoo...they sell wine here?.....and two hours later, you are two hundred dollars poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, back to the war. Today's competitors: red headed toddler versus weary looking dad.&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving an aisle, and I quickly stop to avert a head on collision with a small child wearing "Heelies" (sneakers with rollerblade bottoms). Full on description of child: White Heelies, pink shoelaces, purple and black witch costume dress from Halloween, bright red hair, the obligatory pointy witch hat.....and did I mentioned that this red headed delight was a BOY?&lt;br /&gt;As I round the corner in shock, not from my almost collision but from my encounter with this special child, my shock turns to laughter. Chasing behind the boy is our weary challenger, the dad, alone, with another kid in the cart full of goodies. He looks tired, and I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Dad definitely lost the battle. Today.&lt;br /&gt;But come Sunday that kid will be ditching the cross dressing Halloween wear for a sweater vest, khakis, and boat shoes. Dad takes revenge. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-7480252425512236036?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.target.com' title='Who Wins The War?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/7480252425512236036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=7480252425512236036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/7480252425512236036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/7480252425512236036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-wins-war.html' title='Who Wins The War?'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-113453953318919997</id><published>2005-12-14T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:52:57.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stagewalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a new form of the moonwalk, patented by me, and you've seen people do it everywhere, mainly when they graduate. I'll be doing it this Friday at 2 pm, and I have to tell ya, I couldn't be more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off a few days but quite a bit has happened, ja know!&lt;br /&gt;At church Sunday they gave every person money. Real money. I have to use it to further Jesus's name and then send back a postcard back to church telling them what I did with it.&lt;br /&gt;I have never looked at 20 dollars the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was along day of errands, making contacts, phone calls, setting up interviews, and the like. I wish the job search was over so I could just relax and be disgruntled like every other member of the American workforce! I didn't realize that getting a college degree would get me , well, not a whole lot! But I'm gonna keep on truckin. I apply for at least 5-10 jobs per day, and so far have had nothing promising, and no job offers since the Dallas Stars incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Dallas Stars, Jim Lites hosted the team Christmas Party at his 'estate' in Frisco last night. I carpooled with Kate and Valerie. We got there about two hours before the other Ice Girls and were literally just chilling. Ralph and Razor by far had the best costumes - Ralph in his red sequined shirt and zebra tie, Razor in his baby blue blazer and plaid pants, a la Ron Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;It still seems that no one wants to talk to us or something, and I was kinda bummed....&lt;br /&gt;Until I got a phone call informing me that I seemed to have been awarded a seat at the Arkansas vs. Tech b-ball game next Wednesday night at the AAC. As I began floating on cloud nine, we deuced and I headed home to hit up that cereal and coffee before bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an endless drone of workout, errands, yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;I got a pseudo-job offer, graduation lilies!, and I made a healthy pancake feast for the fam, complete with a fruit salad garnish.&lt;br /&gt;As a woman, I feel it is my duty to learn how to do some of these domestic-type things. That and if I'm going to eventually get a place on my lonesome, I better know how to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches are easier and cheaper to make than reservations!&lt;br /&gt;I also got a text message from an un-named professional football player....more details to follow. He surely has contacts in the sports industry, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason why we can't explain why love runs deeper than physical attractiveness can be summed up by the simplicity of a Christmas present. Yes, the bow may be crooked, the tape yellowed, and the wrapping may not be large enough to hide the contents, but the fact that it is there, with our name on it? That is more than enough. I don't know about you folks, but some of the best-wrapped gifts I ever recieved were things that I returned, and some paper bag presents have become treasures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Froehliche Weihnachten!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from Germany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, next time I blog I'll actually have a college degree.&lt;br /&gt;A bachelorette of Sachse with a Bachelor of Science.&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds like a match made in Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Us, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-113453953318919997?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.homestarrunner.com/dween_menu.html' title='The Stagewalk'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/113453953318919997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=113453953318919997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/113453953318919997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/113453953318919997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2005/12/stagewalk.html' title='The Stagewalk'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-113425189370977552</id><published>2005-12-10T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:20:02.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Cort Kringle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For those of you who have been living in a cave under a waterfall for the past 22.5 years, I have an urgent announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cortney lives, breathes, and engulfs herself in the holidays...Particularly Christmas. The month-long span of November 25-December 25th may actually, literally be the most wonderful time of the year. Luckily, my birthday is less than half a year later, so I have something to slightly look forward to 'till Jesus's birthday comes a-knocking once more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas is great, because unless you live in Narnia, it will always be here. Everyone wants to get in on it - no matter what their religion. I don't think Jesus minds everyone coming to his party - in fact, I think he would prefer it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas makes everyone feel all happy and warm and stuff. You get mad less, you give more, and no matter how superficial the world seems, people totally find themselves being thankful. You don't need a reason to hug or to pig out on naughty delights like figgy pudding. (had to say it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas is better than all the other holidays (except Easter, of course).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You aren't in anticipation of one particular second on the clock just to fall asleep when it arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You don't get pinched for not wearing what some perceive as a very unattractive color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You aren't expected to give the meanest kid in the class a random card with cupids on it only to find that they forgot to bring anything and ate all the teacher's Hershey's Kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You aren't forced to wear the bare minimum in chilly weather just to keep your significant other's eyes off the suggestive "schoolgirl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no tease here: that turkey will last you the rest of the break....No going back to work/ school with a day's worth of indulgences gobbling through your digestive system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The two cents - that's all I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday I literally drove an hour out to Arlington to interview for a group sales position with the Texas Rangers. It sounds wonderful and fun, but it's non-salaried hourly plus commission pay with no benefits. Is this really all I am worth? Nobody wants me to be able to go to the dentist? Guess if I get offered that, which I won't even know about till January or February, I'm gonna have to do a lot of flossing, rinsing, brushing, and not getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also went to see the giant lights/ inflatable display in Grand Prairie. Nothing says holidays like airblown palm trees and flamingoes. There were plenty of snowmen, in fact there was a "Snowman Factory". Talk about creepy. There were Frosty heads lined up in a row like pumpkins, a waiting to be assembled. Why do some snowmen have stick arms and others guns of snow? If snowmen can smile, what do you make their tongues out of? Why aren't there any African American snowmen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also went to see The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. I almost forgot reading that book by CS Lewis back in the day! Movie was spectacular, and I can't wait to see the rest of the Chronicles. Perfect allusion to the good book. I accompanied it with my favorite movie candy - Junior Mints. But these weren't any old Junior Mints - they were the holiday inside-out edition. White chocolate outside, and smooth creamy minty dark chocolate goodness on the inside. If I described it to you in person, you'd be grossed out be my overzealous drool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah, Saturday and nothing to do...mom and the girls are at work/ dance and I feel terrible being lazy. Just did the dishes, now onto the wash. Guess it's time to be productive...don't want to make any false statements on those bajillion cover letters, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I didn't know you were going to Finland! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That sounds great, getting to go there. The President of the company I worked for in South Dallas was from Finland. The company was owned by a Finland Family. How about that?!" - my grandpa upon reading my Ice Girl bio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On that note: I found a website that tells me how to say "Merry Christmas" in a plethora of languages!! In honor of an eternal dream, I found today to be a perfect chance for Finland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;**Hyvaa joulua!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-113425189370977552?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/113425189370977552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=113425189370977552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/113425189370977552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/113425189370977552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-call-me-cort-kringle.html' title='Just call me Cort Kringle'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-113408663082709946</id><published>2005-12-08T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:03:58.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you didn't think it would happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not gon' lie, neither did I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the reason I have come back to the blog: Writing about my day is like keeping myself accoutable to it. I'm on this whole kick where I wanna DO good, I wanna BE good, I wanna surround myself with people, place, and beliefs that are going to influence me in this direction. So there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And also...I missed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is too weird on my end not to comment on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only been a year since I last posted, and rather than rehash the tips and turns of past events, today will start anew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I drove back from College Station. The recent blast of wintry weather in DF-Dub trapped me there, but I'm not complaining. I got to watch movies and sleep in the most comfortable tangle of quilts, couches, and chairs ever at KK, Court, and Katie's house. When I woke up today Kristy taught me how to use a credit card (or an old Gattitown card) to scrape ice off my windshield. I have never been so cold down there in my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the travel home I stopped at my normal Shell stations to get my coffee refilled. I called everyone, let em know I was safe and sound. I bundled up and listened to the Hanson Christmas CD. One of these days, that thing is gonna give up on me. Until then, it's my album of choice from November - December 25th. I saw multiple wrecked vehicles in ditches and skidded over a few icy patches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I got here I did something I haven't done since I was 5: I took a bubble bath! I gave my face and hair a respectable mask and I doused myself in sparkly aromatic bath confettis!! I soaked for about half an hour and topped it off with cucumber melon body lotion and foot lotion from Israel! Right now I've never smelled so wonderful or been so smooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get ready...I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things I will probably talk more about this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Driving. Job-searching. Best friends. Soft pretzels. Hockey. Obsession with Finland. Life. Love. Liberty. Pursuit of Happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all while keeping that positive, humorous air about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prepare to be uplifted, for these daily musing are not ever intended to be depressing, but at moments maybe a little cynical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A good bubble bath is like Heaven. You know the greatness that awaits you, but you can't bring yourself to step foot in it until you've actually earned it. It is only then that you can really enjoy what you have to received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name is Cortney...I am a laugh, song, dance, and exclamation-aholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-113408663082709946?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/113408663082709946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=113408663082709946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/113408663082709946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/113408663082709946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2005/12/game-on.html' title='Game on!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-110653738431930640</id><published>2005-01-23T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:29:44.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin on those Sundays</title><content type='html'>Hello there, and I hope you're having a great day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today, because today is my day off.  No work, no school, no exercise, nothing but food, tv, and a to-do list about 4 feet long. It's all well deserved.  You know you've reached a good point in your life when you realize that you do need a break every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, next week I start rehearsals on Sundays, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up totally late and was rewarded with getting to watch the Mavericks beat the Nuggets....on &lt;strong&gt;TELEMUNDO!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Since they don't broadcast Dallas games down here, I was extremely suprised and am hoping that there will be more games on Telemundo that I can watch.  Plus, the commentator is funny.  Everytime Dirk gets the ball and shoots (about every 2 seconds) the dude goes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he rolls the 'R' and everything.  Broken english abounds, and everything that flashes on the screen you have to figure out if you don't speak Spanish (me).....its wildly entertaining and it has made me realize - &lt;strong&gt;Basketball is a universal language.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it should be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a pretty decent first week of school. Aside from having a test and paper due this week, it wasn't too bad at all.  Tuesdays are going to be my days of dread: 4 classes, rehearsal, and hip hop.  Mondays and Wednesdays I only have 2 classes, and then I teach Abs/Back class.  Fridays I don't have class, but I do have rehearsal from 12-4:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did the normal first week of school lazyfun things.  I went to piano bar on Wednesday night and left early because it was turning into a smoky smelling sardine sweatfest.  Thursday night the plans to go out turned into champagne and Trivial Pursuit....Friday was Fajitas and Margaritas night at our house, and the welcoming of Katie's now kitten, Bingley......and SATURDAY............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Schwinn Cycle certified at the Rec! 8.5 hours of indoor mountain biking mayhem! &lt;br /&gt;All in the name of being a well-rounded, more marketable person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got done I came home and got all gussied up for Lambda Chi's annual White Trash Bash.  I wore my cutoff jean shorts, my cowgirl boots, a little shirt and my 1986 Fajita Pigout Survivor hat.  Mark wore his yellow foam Pace Picante hat and a Nascar jacket, and we ruled the party together! May have not been the most politically correct event I've ever been to, but it was probably one of the coolest parties I've been to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done watching Desperate Housewives and am an admitted superfan.  It's clever and not raunchy, which is the one thing that bothered me about Sex and the City.  Now I'm watching Bridget Jones for what could be the fifth time in the last month.  Not gonna lie.....Hugh Grant is smokin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to a new series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What You Don't Know About c.Flow"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I think Simon Cowell is extremely attractive.&lt;br /&gt;2.  When I was little I wanted to add the U to my name so people would quit spelling it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I want to swim in a giant pool of strawberry-banana Jello someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay classy, and &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-110653738431930640?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/110653738431930640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=110653738431930640&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/110653738431930640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/110653738431930640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2005/01/lovin-on-those-sundays.html' title='Lovin on those Sundays'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-110603228446551568</id><published>2005-01-18T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T02:11:24.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom fo' 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me Cortney, and I'm back here with a clean slate in the year of 2005! I have decided to start off a new year of blogging by adding some random words of wisdom for your reading pleasure. I will not say what or who sparked these thoughts, but just know that they are here for the taking. Feel free to pick them apart or just chuckle at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that matters is that I'm back and I'm bad in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;And so are the DALLAS MAVERICKS.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love my team.&lt;br /&gt;On with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c.Flow's Words of Wisdom - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth is like vegetables...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never want it, but you know you need it to live&lt;br /&gt;...and it tastes horrible going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A great guy is like a fine wine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best ones are worth a lot of money and are very mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to invent a perfume called 'Trophy Wife'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottle is going to be expensive and ornate&lt;br /&gt;...the formula will be nothing more than toilet water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moments you never expect...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what makes life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage is like going to a restaurant that has awesome desserts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you want one eventually&lt;br /&gt;...but you definitely want that meal FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The problem with living behind an image is that you never form real relationships with the people that REALLY matter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that I will say GOODNIGHT and GOOD MORNING to 8 am classes and 14 hours in the Spring of 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know y'all heard bout a lot of great MCs but they ain't got nothin on me. I'm 5'2" I wanna dance with you and I'm&lt;strong&gt; sophisticated fun&lt;/strong&gt;" - Missy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my new motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.flow, aka Sophisticated Fun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-110603228446551568?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/110603228446551568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=110603228446551568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/110603228446551568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/110603228446551568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2005/01/words-of-wisdom-fo-2005.html' title='Words of Wisdom fo&apos; 2005'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109969028171923129</id><published>2004-11-05T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:31:21.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Number ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHO-HOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from the long week of three tests, but it turned out to be ok.  Nothing went drastically horrible or totally great, but I know what I need to do to try and hit a decent GPR this semester.  School and all the things I'm involved are really starting to put me in a bind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small disclaimer...I about to hit it hard with the next two weekends full of stuff, and my second and very hard lab practical....I'm getting tired thinking about it.  Which means Thanksgiving break is exactly what I need...I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things I can't wait for....like starting my internship!!! I can't believe that I leave in August to go start "working" where I might actually get lucky enough to start my career! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt; things.  I am &lt;strong&gt;NUMBER ONE&lt;/strong&gt;!  No, that's not me being shallow, it's the truth!  I started doing that Yahoo Fantasy Basketball game, because if I want to work in the field, I got to play in the field, ya know! Anyways, my team &lt;strong&gt;"BUTTA DUMPLIN"&lt;/strong&gt; is first in my league as of this moment!  I am going to chalk it up to the fact that I have Kevin Garnett, and that I got rid of my injured center, Divac.  The best guy I could get to replace him was Alonzo Mourning, so we'll see how this goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;AGGIES face OU&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend.  I saw their big truck outside when I was heading up here for rehearsal (I'm at the Read Bldg right now)  Somebody asked me if I saw Adrian Peterson, but no, sorry, I just saw bag-carrier guys.  What a job....."yes, I'm a 'bag carrier' for Sooner football"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sorority has initiation all weekend, so I'm going to be sleepy like whoa, and then heading out for the game....hopefully it will be football weather this time! (COLD)&lt;br /&gt;I like it outside right now, its about 70s....but I wish it were colder.  I am wearing my "Greek fleece" in protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my rehearsals was canceled for the rest of the semester, so it looks like I will actually have one night during the week off! And what ELSE....oh yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE ARTS SOCIETY FALL SHOW, SUNDAY NOVEMBER 14TH 3:00 PM&lt;/strong&gt; - get you tickets Monday thru Friday at the Box Office!  They are only three dollars for students, and its going to be really good this semester-there's hip hop, lyrical, jazz, modern, ballet, and more.  And plus, I'm in the very &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; routine, so come watch me, and then watch it with me!  There is nothing better than having a little help from your friends...... &lt;strong&gt;:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the incessant ramblings of today's entry, but I am going to blame it on a still-jumbled post-test connection of thought.  That's where you've had a lot of tests in a row, and when you are done you don't want to think.  But then you try to, and it doesn't exactly work the way it once did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok, I'm just about back to normal....&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109969028171923129?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109969028171923129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109969028171923129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109969028171923129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109969028171923129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-number-one.html' title='I am Number ONE'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109936745133873038</id><published>2004-11-01T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:50:51.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourds ONLY</title><content type='html'>I think my Halloween was made ten times scary by the show that the Aggies put on for us over at ol' Floyd Casey Stadium in Waco.  A&amp;M - ranked 16th, beaten by the Baylor Bears.  I was hoping it was all a bad, bad dream, but alas, it is still for real.  Let's gig em Ags, come back out of this mess, and hang on for the Sooners next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEsh, we are all still trying to forget that in Aggieland!  Here's some things to look forward to THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;(In order of increasing coolness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two Test Tuesday"!&lt;br /&gt;"Test - Quiz Thursday"!&lt;br /&gt;Sorority Initiation!&lt;br /&gt;The presidential elections!&lt;br /&gt;NBA season openers!&lt;br /&gt;My sister Emily's 15th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Saturday I studied all day, watched a couple scary movies, and had a show out at Tombstone.  It was for a large church organization, and I was the only Saloon Girl besides Kate out there.  And I have never gotten hit on by more dudes in my life.  You'd think religious guys would give it a break, but I guess they liked the way I held a rifle.  That night everyone was depressed from Saturday's football fiasco, so I got some more studying done, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, back into the swing of things.  Church, lunch, Songfest, and lots of time with my boy, who was just accepted into grad school here at ol A&amp;M.  I am super excited for him....but also a little sad now that I for sure know all we have left together is the spring.  That's where hope and positive thoughts come into play!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, we watched the Sci Fi creepy marathon and ate sandwiches and carrots and some Halloween candy. &lt;br /&gt;The pumpkins I carved both rotted and turned blue before it was even TIME for trick or treaters, if we had even had any at all!  Kinda sad about that as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT.  Next year I am buying straight &lt;strong&gt;GOURDS&lt;/strong&gt;, probably the cool ones from Central Market, I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Story of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;: just found a note in my box at the sorority house, an invite to the SAE Halloween Crush party.  I had a good laugh. It's not everyday you get crushed by your ex's fraternity. HAHA good one, guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I got....say a little prayer for me between 9:30 and 12:20 if you think about it, I would be totally appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;ulous!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109936745133873038?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109936745133873038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109936745133873038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109936745133873038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109936745133873038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/11/gourds-only.html' title='Gourds ONLY'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109911448155384738</id><published>2004-10-30T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T01:34:41.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy is my Homegirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOWDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday night was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st Annual Ten-O-Six Pumpkin Carving/ Lunar Eclipse Party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to Amanda's creative ideas.  We watched the &lt;strong&gt;BoSox&lt;/strong&gt; finish off the World Series, whoop, and had snacks.  Kristy and Court brought over &lt;em&gt;Cups of Dirt&lt;/em&gt; - pudding with gummiworms - and about 15 peeps total carved jacks out on our deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never carved a pumpkin before and I do believe it was one of the best times I've ever had doing anything that involved goopy sticky stuff and me having to pull it out of a hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two jacks:  both from stencils off the &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homestar Runner&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;website.  If you do not know about these cartoons, you are missin out on some freaking hilarious stuff.  If you do, you would be happy to know that I made myself a Homestar pumpkin, and a &lt;strong&gt;TROGDOR&lt;/strong&gt; pumpkin to go with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of my battle wounds from the carving knives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Kristy's birthday on Northgate last night was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;.  We started out with shots at the Dry Bean, as normal.  I bought her an "Oatmeal Cookie", mostly because it has two of my favorites in it, wink!  Then we headed over to Mad Hatters' and got some real drinks, I just got some &lt;em&gt;Diet Coke &amp; SoCo&lt;/em&gt;....it's so good, all of you are in denial!  After that we hit up Logan's for the rest of the night, and topped it off with dinner at Taco C.  Who knew the wait time would be 30 minutes at 2:30 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's a good night when you have heart to heart conversations with some of your very best friends, who have probably been drinking more than normal....honesty ensues! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I didn't do a lot because I was definitely tired, feeling those last couple of drinks.  I had rehearsal from 1-3 and then an aerobics workshop till 8....fun Friday, eh? &lt;br /&gt;Then I met Nicole for dinner at Fazoli's, mmmm.  We had a lot to talk about, unfortunately because things back in Garland were sad this week for one of our old drill team buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I am chilling for the rest of the weekend. Dancing in a show tomorrow and takin it easy because I have &lt;strong&gt;THREE TESTS&lt;/strong&gt; next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the town of &lt;em&gt;Your Week Is Going To Suck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population - Cortney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE-c.Flow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109911448155384738?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109911448155384738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109911448155384738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109911448155384738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109911448155384738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/kristy-is-my-homegirl.html' title='Kristy is my Homegirl'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109891531523914737</id><published>2004-10-27T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:15:15.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of Incrimination</title><content type='html'>Talk about digging yourself a hole, sticking your foot in your mouth, or any other catch phrase referring to saying something dumb in front of the wrong people. At least it wasn't me who said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me take you back to the Fall of 2003, when I was dating an unnamed Corps boy.  cough* grant speakes* cough&lt;br /&gt;We stopped dating about a week after Halloween because I saw him twice with his now girlfriend Christy.  You get the deal now.  Caught red-handed, yadda yadda, yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.  My roommate Amanda, and her boyfriend Francois ( the guy who set me and Grant up) were going to lunch, and happened to run into Grant and Christy.  Grant completely forgets who he's talking to and says to A&amp;F : "Isn't it great? Mine and Christy's one year anniversary is on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 29th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.  Pretty sure he was running around with me on Northgate last year, me dressed as Britney, and him as a cop&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my my&lt;/em&gt;.....sir, I do believe you have been the first victim of....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALES OF INCRIMINATION, part one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff, I had a mighty good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had three rehearsals last night, and I didn't leave them until 12:30.  We showed the hip hop dance to Ms. Snell-Witt and I picked up a new nickname....."Britney"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am riDIRKulously tired today and don't feel so hot, but I can make it...we're having a pumpkin carving party at our duplex tonight.  Boy am I ready for that!  One more rehearsal to go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard you guys are obssessed with thefacebook.com now, thanks to me.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icerocket.com"&gt;ICEROCKET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercool search engine, and it's still building up.  The CEO is really young, so it's totally stuff we look for, and a lot more releavant than those other search engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's my two cents.....maybe even three.  Catch ye on the flipside!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motown Philly back again...doing our little East-Coast DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109891531523914737?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109891531523914737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109891531523914737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109891531523914737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109891531523914737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/tales-of-incrimination.html' title='Tales of Incrimination'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109877953872326766</id><published>2004-10-26T04:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T04:35:22.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderwebs R Us</title><content type='html'>One of the coolest things about having a roommate that is an education major is that your &lt;strong&gt;seasonal decor&lt;/strong&gt; blows everyone else's out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking this place has got freakin' spiderwebs on the outside. Are you kidding me? That is so &lt;strong&gt;tight&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't even get to experience cotton spiderwebs as a child. Man, this is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright Spot of the Day&lt;/em&gt;: I randomly decided to weigh myself in the locker room at Read today...turns out I have lost three pounds SINCE summer.....which totals out to about 9 total since May. That is somewhat fun for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, takin a little break before I nap and hit the books again.&lt;br /&gt;I love tests more than stubbing my toe while getting a papercut and knocking my funnybone into a bookshelf that makes a dictionary fall on my head, bounce off, and hit me in the foot with the previously stubbed toe.&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IHOP Song of the Night&lt;/strong&gt;: "take...these broken wings!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinite Wisdom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a new series by c.Flow&lt;br /&gt;Today's tidbits comes from the nationally famous R&amp;B trio &lt;strong&gt;TLC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. A scrub is a guy who think's he fly and is also known as a "busta".&lt;br /&gt;2. A scrub is a guy who can't get "no" love from me.&lt;br /&gt;3.He is identified as hanging out the passenger side of his best friend's ride, trying to "holla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 to the 2 to the 3 to the &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109877953872326766?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109877953872326766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109877953872326766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109877953872326766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109877953872326766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/spiderwebs-r-us.html' title='Spiderwebs R Us'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109873390647795170</id><published>2004-10-25T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:51:46.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One word: OBSESSED with thefacebook.com</title><content type='html'>I am totally obsessed with this new website, thefacebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably one of the coolest things I've ever seen...you can connect with people from not only your school, but schools all over.  &lt;strong&gt;Ingenius!&lt;/strong&gt; and so fun and addictive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Mark hadn't shown it to me with this test coming up tomorrow, but I am trying to &lt;em&gt;stave it off&lt;/em&gt; till tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out, it flippin' rocks.&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109873390647795170?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thefacebook.com' title='One word: OBSESSED with thefacebook.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109873390647795170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109873390647795170&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109873390647795170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109873390647795170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-word-obsessed-with-thefacebookcom.html' title='One word: OBSESSED with thefacebook.com'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109867297127932920</id><published>2004-10-24T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:56:11.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sooooo in love..........</title><content type='html'>With a new softdrink!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the MSC today, getting a Vanilla Coke at the machine, when I was tempted by the fruit of another.&lt;br /&gt;And that other's name was &lt;strong&gt;Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some good sodas...and I've had some great sodas.  This one ranks up there in my world of delicious drinks containing artificial sweetener. &lt;br /&gt;At least I'm heading for cancer on the aspartame train of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up super early this morning so I could get ready slow.  I have not slept past about 9 in I don't know how long.  This morning was 8:30....and it doesn't look like I'll be sleeping much anytime soon.  One test and quiz this week, and three tests next week.  BUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with the Markster, and then we went to get buffalo burgers at Wings n More.  SO GOOD!  Then I let him take a look at my team for Yahoo Fantasy NBA, because I am definitely in a public league!  My team name is &lt;strong&gt;BUTTA DUMPLIN&lt;/strong&gt; and I have the number one player in the NBA, Kevin Garnett.  I also got some more sweet picks, but we'll see how the season turns out for me and my real favorite team, the Dallas Mavericks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I taught the hip hop dance for our Songfest routine today.  It looks cute, and its easy, so hopefully it goes over well since hardly anyone came to practice.  UGH....not so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to the MSC to hit an efficiency high, studying for two hours straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was bad.  I went and got a really yummy meal, that was ridiculously unhealthy, but freakin' awesome.  Blue Baker Four Cheese and Tomato Pizza with an oatmeal raisin cookie and an iced tea.  I am not going to think about the calories that are ravaging my body and and plunging into my already dense fat stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to think about how satisfied I feel that I got to eat it while watching a new TV show, Desperate Housewives, with my two pals Amie and Katie at their place!  What a fun study break, indeed.  Now I am hooked, and cannot wait for next Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back where I belong, at the place I will continue my quest for Anatomical Excellence....the West Campus Bibliotheque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back and blogging again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVAGGIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is c.Flow, and I approved this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109867297127932920?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109867297127932920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109867297127932920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109867297127932920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109867297127932920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-sooooo-in-love.html' title='I am sooooo in love..........'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109860255102100950</id><published>2004-10-24T03:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T03:22:31.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and Kristy with our Aggie Rings!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/ringday10.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/ringday10.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109860255102100950?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109860255102100950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109860255102100950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109860255102100950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109860255102100950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/me-and-kristy-with-our-aggie-rings.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109860198698190198</id><published>2004-10-23T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T03:29:58.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSSSSSSnap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOWDY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming off of a great day and I am back. Sorry the blog has been out of commission for a little while, I've been a slightly busy!!! I'm not even gonna try and get these past two months of my life updated, I'm just gonna start with this &lt;em&gt;WONDERFUL &lt;/em&gt;Saturday and look INTO the &lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zero, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, zero, one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning began with what could be called another Hurricane Aggie. Thunderstorms at 9 am, so I got to sport the sorority pullover, whoop! Too bad I only have about a year to wear it, because I'd probably look goofy walking into a job wearing my cool letters on a rainjacket. Do people do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Katie got invited to speak at Dr. Gates' pre game breakfast buffet this morning. I was lucky enough to be her date slash totally awesome support system. Does it get better than free biscuits, eggs, and coffee with my best friend? To my amazement, &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we walk up to get our nametags, which were both spelled right! This was a treat in itself, 'cause everyone leaves the A out of Katie's last name, and put a U in my first name. A vowel for a vowel, wha wah whaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman informs us that will be sitting at Dr. Gates' very own table. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Who else will be sitting there BESIDES the president of Texas A&amp;M? Oh, just...&lt;br /&gt;Governor Bill Owens of Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Governor Rick Perry of TEXAS&lt;br /&gt;THE one and only Lowry Mays&lt;br /&gt;Rudy Rudiger, the former Notre Dame football player&lt;br /&gt;and the big finish.....&lt;br /&gt;Former President George Bush and Former First Lady Barbara Bush!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimidation for Katie was at an all time high.&lt;br /&gt;All I was worried about was making sure I had enough time to meet the folks, get Katie pumped up, and down my delicious plate of TAMU brunch buffet goodness. And a couple cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had a cow, and called my dad and mom, and calmed down and prepared to meet some of the coolest people ever. We didn't even have to go thru the buffet line either...they asked me what I wanted, and they went and got it...I felt so spoiled. But then I reminded myself that I was getting pampered on my amazing roommate's behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting these esteemed peeps was quite interesting. Gates took a second from chowing down to stand and shake my hand. His wife was real nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor Owens was supercool. He's Texan, too, and a Republican at that. He saw that Katie had her speech and he snatched it from her to look over it."Katie", says Owens, "speeches are simple. All you have to do is read it. That State of the State speech is like 60 pages, but all you have to do is read it."Hmm....State of the State versus buffet....one seems a little harder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor Perry shook our hands... and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Are you girls swimmers? You look like a couple of swimmers. You've got those svelte looking swimmer bodies."Katie and I weren't sure what he was talking about, or if it was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;So we nervously laughed and nodded.....and I think we're both still trying to figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he gave Katie a high five when she went up to talk! Totally sweetThen, the couple of the hour arrived. No, I did not get to shake hands with THE George Bush, but Barbara DEFINITELY did come over to introduce herself to me and Katie!!! It was one of the most exciting moments of my life. What an excellent woman! It only makes sense that she is a member of own very own chapter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gates called Katie up to speak....she did such a good job. We laughed we sighed, we oooh and we ahhhhed. Katie is going places, not a doubt in mine or anyone else's minds at this point. She was cheered on by some of the most influential people of the USA and made her impact this morning! YAY for the Shawty K!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Bush in particular enjoyed Katie's speech. Governor Owens had to explain what a "teasip" was, and when Katie mentioned our sorority, she gave Georgie a little nudge and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling, to be in that room with those people at that very moment!!! Can't get a feeling like that very often!!! EESH.Can life get any more exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Aggieland, anything can happen. Enter, the TAMU football team, in an all out battle to the end versus Colorado today. 3 seconds left on the clock, 4th quarter, us 23, them 26. We kick it, and TIE the game.OVERTIME! WE get the ball, and after one failed touchdown attempt, and some false hopes, we only managed to score three more points.....Colorado gets the ball, and on their third down they pass, fumble, and all chaos breaks loose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't beat Colorado at Kyle Field the past two times...and we are still tied with OU for FIRST place in the BIG 12!!!I can't even believe it...we are going to a bowl game!! Who knows what else may happen this season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because me and Katie bought out very own Texas A&amp;M bracelets. Hmm....now that we are "living Aggie" maybe we have contributed to the strength of the athletic program. Or maybe we have just gleefully fallen into another trend that makes us feel like part of the gigantic "Aggie Family". I'll take both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home tonight and my little sister called and told me mom bought her a car today. It sounds so cute, and she sounds so happy. Now that my mom has a great job, we may be able to breathe for a bit....and that is one of the best feelings in the world. I can't stand seeing my own family not being able to get back on their feet, and not being able to do a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all take the time to consider how lucky you are for what God has blessed you with. Family, friends, talents, sunshine...the list never ends. What a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to watching Amateur Night at the Apollo. I hate to say it, but I love it when a white guy comes out and gets honked off the stage......hmmm guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I neeeed candy. And when you need something, it's a responsibility." - Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need permission, make my own decisions, that's my preroga- &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109860198698190198?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109860198698190198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109860198698190198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109860198698190198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109860198698190198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/10/sssssssssnap_23.html' title='SSSSSSSSSnap!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109262236887271479</id><published>2004-08-15T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:12:48.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is up with my hair!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/cap_018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; 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That there is a picture of &lt;strong&gt;my naked cat, Patches&lt;/strong&gt;.  His collar was removed in a fortunate bathtub encounter, so yes, he is clean, but still very naked looking. He has made himself a bed on top of my white flamingo robe....my clean white robe...more like fur covered robe now. But do I care?&lt;br /&gt;No way, that cat is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Had an exciting few days.  &lt;strong&gt;I finished Physics&lt;/strong&gt;...HOLLA and I am now getting ready for life as I will know it for the next two weeks...sorority recruitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie rode home with me on Tuesday after we went to lunch with Mark and Ryan's youger brother Alex, who will be a freshman here in the fall!  We stopped in Dallas to do a little shopping, her for some totally cute jewelery, and me for Mark's birthday present.  I got him this totally tight tee and the &lt;strong&gt;Anchorman&lt;/strong&gt; soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found that I had &lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt; my debit card at the gas station we stopped at in Hearne, which is about 20 miles outside College Station.  I kept the freaking down to a minimum and simply called to cancel my card.  I should be getting a new one soon....but I am just so dependable on that card that it is going to be extremely rough without it for these next couple of weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and ate dinner with the fam.  After that I headed to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went up to Richland to get my shockingly expensive books for my online class.  We also went to get me some new clothes for school and fun, and then we finally came home.  Mom cooked dinner again, and I made the rice puddin! MMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to get my hair done!  (My birthday present!)  It is so &lt;strong&gt;DARK&lt;/strong&gt;! I had no idea she was going to make it brown with hints of blonde.  So I guess I am not technically a blonde at the moment.  But we'll see what happens when I wash it.  I like the cut too.  My mom was real suprised and kinda didnt like it, but I had to reassure her that it is just hair, and it can be chaged if it is absolutely too horrible for her to handle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark came home from C/S and came over to get me, cause my mom thought that my tire may have been slashed.  Good news is that it is ok, just had gotten a little flat...it is the tire that I curbcheck with all the time!  Anyways, we went over to Katie's house and had the best time ever!  We watched old school Nickelodeon game shows like &lt;strong&gt;Guts&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Legends of the Hidden Temple&lt;/strong&gt;.  'Legends' as they call it is definitely my favorite one yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back today, and I did the Rec and errands thing, like normal.  It doesn't even seem like a Friday nite! And plus, nobody's hardly in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....many, many things to be done!&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to Jennifer and JP's wedding in Houston tomorrow!  It is going to be a &lt;strong&gt;WAY FUN&lt;/strong&gt; wedding, and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and I am so excited about the remainder of the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a - b - c  .... easy as one - two - &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminder:  Wednesday, the 18th...NORTHGATE...Mark is FINALLY turning 21!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109245899933193857?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109245899933193857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109245899933193857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109245899933193857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109245899933193857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/08/thinkin-of-yous-workin-up-my-appetite.html' title='Thinkin of you&apos;s workin&apos; up my appetite...'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109209758256735200</id><published>2004-08-09T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:26:22.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney will never be Mrs. Federline</title><content type='html'>How do I know this?&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Toxic today....by the lyrics it is apparent that &lt;strong&gt;she is on drugs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's &lt;strong&gt;no escape&lt;/strong&gt;/ I can't wait/ I need a &lt;strong&gt;hit&lt;/strong&gt;/ Baby gimme it&lt;br /&gt;You're&lt;strong&gt; dangerous&lt;/strong&gt;/ I'm lovin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too high&lt;/strong&gt;/ Can't come down&lt;br /&gt;Losin my head/ &lt;strong&gt;Spinnin&lt;/strong&gt; round and round...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little advice from most fabulous Hollywood stars and go to rehab...and ditch the white trash dancer while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously she can keep the *&lt;strong&gt;bling*&lt;/strong&gt; because she bought it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I get to go back to studying for my Physics &lt;strong&gt;Cumulative &lt;/strong&gt;Final.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, all caps.&lt;br /&gt;17 chapters aint no thing....but could possibly be the &lt;strong&gt;end of my sanity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am heading home for a 4 day vacation after my final! See you guys on Friday when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9 days till the HOTtest guy ever turns &lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109209758256735200?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109209758256735200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109209758256735200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109209758256735200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109209758256735200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/08/britney-will-never-be-mrs-federline.html' title='Britney will never be Mrs. Federline'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109185801499032905</id><published>2004-08-07T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T01:53:34.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosby schweater, cosby schweater!</title><content type='html'>Hello there all of my glorious friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hanging out in my new game room at home in &lt;strong&gt;G-town&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This room, formerly known as Sarah's room, and before that known as Cortney's room, is the room in the back of the house with the only thing I asked for when we built this house: a balcony!  Part of me hopes the house gets sold soon because I know we need the money, but the other part of me hopes we don't sell the house so soon because we have lots of &lt;strong&gt;sweet things&lt;/strong&gt; in here now, like the tv, the playstation, the video camera, and the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever comes to spend the night we are definitely partying in up in my news &lt;strong&gt;TAAS &lt;/strong&gt;gameroom.  I will still be sleeping on the couch tonight though because it's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a productive Thursday. I studied, ate, did a class at the Rec, and then headed out to Zapatos to hear a band called &lt;strong&gt;Good Intentions&lt;/strong&gt;.  I know two of the guys in the group, and they made some pretty tight sounds!!!  There were so many people there I actually knew, mainly people from either Sealy Texas or Hotard Hall, which was very exciting.  I talked alot, drank alot of Diet Coke, and got to sit with Katie, Mark, and Richie of course. &lt;br /&gt;I even got a &lt;strong&gt;taquito&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up, showered, went to physics where we reviewed all class....good for me since that is &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; what I need to prepare for this heinous final coming up on Tuesday!  Then I came back home, packed, got gas for the &lt;strong&gt;'Stang&lt;/strong&gt;, ate lunch, and headed back up to the Rec to decide my schedule for the fall semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get too excited though. I only got two classes so far.  We'll see what else comes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also taught classes and got ready to go home!  I was lucky enough to earn a passenger - Mister Brett!  I thought he was going to sleep the whole way since he had a &lt;strong&gt;hangover&lt;/strong&gt; but he actually ended up staying awake with me and helped me get home.  There was a tremendous detour we had to take off of 45, which added on at least an &lt;strong&gt;hour&lt;/strong&gt; to my drive time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left &lt;strong&gt;Aggieland &lt;/strong&gt;at around 4:15 and I did not see my house until 8:30.  Granted I did have to drop Brett off in Allen, but that really only put 40 minutes on---20 mins there and back.  Why can't all parts of hwy 75 be like the stretch between the Turnpike and Allen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I get to work a promo at the mall in Arlington tomorrow. I am assisting a model search for &lt;strong&gt;Ecko Unlimited&lt;/strong&gt;, a clothing company similar to &lt;strong&gt;FUBU&lt;/strong&gt;.  I get paid over 100 bucks for only six hours.  Not too shabby.  the worst part I think will be the drive out there and the drive back to pick up Brett and go home to College Station.  But boy will it be good to be &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are so cool. I literally love hanging out with them, both of them being in high school and all.  Right now Emily(the ninth grader) is playing "The Need for Speed" on our old school playstation and will &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt; at anyone who tries to get in the way of the TV.  Sarah (the junior) is videotaping Emily with our camcorder and is &lt;strong&gt;frustrating the crap&lt;/strong&gt; out of her. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah just got her driver's license but has no car, and my mom is definitely not too excited about letting Sarah out and about in her car.  I told Sarah when I come back next week she can drive me around! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay got to be up early so I am checkin' out. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I will go back to watching my relateds make movies of each other playing playstation.  I don't know where they get all this &lt;strong&gt;weirdness&lt;/strong&gt; from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me baby ain nothin but mammals so lets &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109185801499032905?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109185801499032905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109185801499032905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109185801499032905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109185801499032905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/08/cosby-schweater-cosby-schweater.html' title='Cosby schweater, cosby schweater!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109164884762031519</id><published>2004-08-04T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:47:27.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back...back again...Cortney's back...tell a friend!</title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that since I didn't have any tests this week that I'd be blogging like crazy.  But without any kamikaze studying, how would I get any material for my crazy stories!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have not had a lot to write about, and for that I am sorry. I am not sorry about having no tests this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I HAVE done.&lt;br /&gt;Taught my classes at the Rec.&lt;br /&gt;I quit finance, my average turned out to be an 87.25.  And 88.5 was an A.  So I got a B. &lt;strong&gt;BLEH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In physics, as long as I make a 74 on the final I will get a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did another show out at Tombstone last night, complete with hayrides!  Aside from brainwashing the crazy 8 year olds with the Aggie War Hymn, I danced with them and learned their nicknames, and who had a crush on who, etc. You know, all the important business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched High Fidelity, finally.  I am a fan of Jack Black and had heard that this movie was a good representation of the man, the legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church with Katie and Mark and wasn't so scared of the hymns this time because I had Katie the Pitch Master as my hymnal partner.  but I still sang VERY quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to lunch with my very good friend Clint.  I am so excited because he is about to start a whole new life with a wonderful person that fits him perfectly.  People always ask me if its weird to see him like that, but it really can't be easier.  We're two years apart in age and he started wanting completely different things out of life than I did, which is totally understandable.  Clint put it best when he said "When you turned 21 I realized, WOW...I did that two years ago!"  It was a great time, and it was good to talk with someone that was pretty close to my dad before he left.  Sometimes a person needs to talk about hurtful events in  little in spurts to ease some of the pain...and it helped to hear him say that I had a good reason to be upset in the first place, and to still be sorta upset now.  And of course we talked about him and Holly, and me and the guy I am so excited to be dating now...it was not hard to gush about that!&lt;br /&gt;(I promised him I wouldn't be ghey and talk about him on my Blog, but like everyone doesn't know who it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better jet, because the fun of physics lab and telemarketing awaits!&lt;br /&gt;This is C.Flow, deucing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMBop...not funny&lt;br /&gt;Soy and Worsteshire...very funny&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to spell....would you like to come to a "party in my pants"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109164884762031519?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109164884762031519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109164884762031519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109164884762031519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109164884762031519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/08/guess-whos-backback-againcortneys.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back...back again...Cortney&apos;s back...tell a friend!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109108808152849874</id><published>2004-07-29T03:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T04:01:21.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Twenty-One Year Old Phynansics Zombie Biatch</title><content type='html'>That's me. &lt;br /&gt;Physics and Finance own my whole freakin life.&lt;br /&gt;I eat and sleep, but all the while thinking about two classes that usurp all the fun out of what could be a very great summer.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, my cat, my bed, my workout schedule, my TV, my non school related activities, my thought of anything not having to do with Phynansics....so let's just sum it up to life in general.&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually speaking, I am miserable, but emotionally speaking I am in a very good mood, I'm just a little wistful...&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard and study so much, and my grades don't even reflect it.&amp;nbsp; What to do? Cross my fingers that someday someone will believe me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, much left to do....spending some quality time with my replacement problem, while 4 pots of IHOP coffee goodness and an ungodly amount of Sweet n Low circulates thru mah veins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you catch me studying at all next week, feel free to invite me to do anything but...I really need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I do need to study next week, because of finals, but these three weeks have been too dang hardcore for the c.Flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I ramble like this...it's prolly due to my deliriousness.&amp;nbsp; I'm really dizzy and jittery, so I'm gonna DEUCE out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109108808152849874?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109108808152849874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109108808152849874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109108808152849874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109108808152849874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/confessions-of-twenty-one-year-old.html' title='Confessions of a Twenty-One Year Old Phynansics Zombie Biatch'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109054232976223263</id><published>2004-07-22T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T20:25:29.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The system is down</title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done with a finance exam.&amp;nbsp; I am &lt;strong&gt;worn out&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the library studying today.&amp;nbsp; My friends in class said "That is how you know that you've studied too much, Cortney...the chairs get comfortable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have three jobs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telemarketing is fun...I sold four football tickets on Wednesday night and made a five dollar bonus! That's like an extra hour of work, or 4 taquitos, as Mark put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerobics classes are fun, and almost done for the summer! I'll get like 2 weeks off for Sorority Recruitment and then I go back in the fall, first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a dancer out at Tombstone, Texas.&amp;nbsp; I kick and I split and I wear a saloon girl costume...because I am what they call a "Shady Lady".....I get to wear fishnets and a poufy pink dress with cleavage galore.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night is my first show...it is for the Japanese Students' Association...WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied to substitute teach 3 days a week in Bryan ISD...and I will be co-teaching Kindermusik soon too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very weird to do this much and know that your own mother doesn't have a job.&amp;nbsp; She even says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my dad EVER yells at me again for not taking responsibility...I don't think I'll be able to talk to him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I hope I make it to my dream job....a concert tour backup dancer for some really cool artist like Brit, Justin or Christina.&amp;nbsp; Then I can laugh about once having to wear a smelly dress while cancan kicking on a stage for foreign students while mosquitoes drink my blood. mmmm HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, its Thursdday, time for hip hop&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it can mean cash flow.&lt;br /&gt;It does in my case, with my 567 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I might do a promo in Dallas next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I love to pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109054232976223263?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109054232976223263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109054232976223263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109054232976223263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109054232976223263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/system-is-down.html' title='The system is down'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109034960750684882</id><published>2004-07-20T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T14:53:27.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love lamp.</title><content type='html'>Howdy, don't have a lot of time but enough to say HI!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Another finance test this week, and I get to dance in my first show @ Tombstone on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows where I can get fishnet pantyhose, that'd be great.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, talk to yous guys lata, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't know, I don't know if I'll have enough &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109034960750684882?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109034960750684882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109034960750684882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109034960750684882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109034960750684882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-love-lamp.html' title='I love lamp.'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109016112404938635</id><published>2004-07-18T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T10:32:04.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...and roll up a fatty of fellowship and fun!</title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Fun night at Northgate last night.&lt;br /&gt;But first we headed over to Kelly D's house to join the whole crew. She didn't turn 21 till midnight, so we hung out till about 11:45 and then went out to the &lt;strong&gt;N&gt;G&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Out there me and Katie ran into Brett, Brian, Craig, and Cody, all except one being from Wills Point.&amp;nbsp; They were just drinking a lot of beer, so we talked for a bit with them before the rest of our entourage showed up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Bean, but they didn't let Kelly in at midnight, some rule or something, so we went to the &lt;strong&gt;CROWDED&lt;/strong&gt; Mad Hatters.&amp;nbsp; Me and Katie convinced Emily to go to the Library and have martinis with us, and boy were those good!&amp;nbsp; Me and Katie both had &lt;strong&gt;White Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; ones.&amp;nbsp; Soon we left and headed over to Logan's.&lt;br /&gt;We got a text that there were people there.&amp;nbsp; Some of which Cortney did not care for seeing.&amp;nbsp; But, I was feeling better at this point due to the &lt;strong&gt;martinis&lt;/strong&gt; so I went ahead and went in.&amp;nbsp; Francois convinced me to buy another drink, so I did, and I became much happier.&amp;nbsp; We danced, we sang, we jumped out from the table and grabbed people walking in the aisle....good times!&lt;br /&gt;Then a 7 on 7 flag football coach from Austin began talking to me about the tournament this weekend, because I worked at it last year (Speed Stick girl) and he was pretty nice.&amp;nbsp; Offended that I told him he must be 40, but he bought me a shot of &lt;strong&gt;Jager&lt;/strong&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is bad that I enjoy that stuff a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, came back home and watched &lt;strong&gt;Half-Baked&lt;/strong&gt; with Katie, and ate a couple pizza rolls.&amp;nbsp; We both fell asleep in the den and then promptly made it back to our rooms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Again, signs of another good night. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm getting ready to go to church with Mark, and then go to work at both jobs today.&amp;nbsp; If I still have a telemarketing job...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Ala-&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Amanda H....its on this week...only one test, &lt;strong&gt;HOLLAH&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109016112404938635?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109016112404938635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109016112404938635&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109016112404938635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109016112404938635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-roll-up-fatty-of-fellowship-and.html' title='...and roll up a fatty of fellowship and fun!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109011468002187883</id><published>2004-07-17T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T21:38:00.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean I have frickin sharks with frickin lazer beams attached to their frickin heads?!</title><content type='html'>HI there folks! &lt;br /&gt;Having a wonderful &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, aside from the fact that I don't really know if I have a telemarketing job anymore.&amp;nbsp; The schedule was wrong I think cause I went up there to work today and there was no one there. I wonder what happened. I worry alot, but it can't be my fault if the schedule was wrong, right? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am&lt;strong&gt; SO&lt;/strong&gt; glad I am done with my tests. Even though my next one is Thursday evening, it is in Finance, which is the class I like, and it is only one class, not both again. e&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;cellent. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It also helps having Katie and Mark both be finance majors.&amp;nbsp; I can ask them some random question and they know exactly what I'm asking, and they always give me the right answer! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after my test I took a nap at the Rec before my aerobics classes!&amp;nbsp; Then I taught step and went home to help clean for our very first dinner party! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Amanda's bf, Francois, brought over a grill and cooked BBQ ribs!&amp;nbsp; He also made some good chicken for me.&amp;nbsp; You know how I like poultry!&amp;nbsp; Mark brought over that &lt;strong&gt;Blue Bell Wedding Cake&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream that my mom has been telling me to get! It is so good.&amp;nbsp; It has pineapple, coconut, nilla wafers, and cream cheese icing in it.&amp;nbsp; Some may say EWWW but it is definitely a great summer treat...&lt;strong&gt;YEAH&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We also had potato salad, baked beans, bread, and corn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;YUM!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was me, Amanda, Katie, Francois, Mark, Francois' roommates John and Andrew, two more guys from his Corps outfit, Nikki, and Kelli M.&amp;nbsp;and her roommate Emily!&amp;nbsp; And Patches of course! &lt;br /&gt;I love dinner parties! How fun it is to have visitors. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After the dinner was over, everyone went home.&amp;nbsp; I was not feeling Northgate last night, so me, Mark, and Katie watched the end of the Will Ferrell DVD and Goldmember (Austin Powers Trois).&amp;nbsp; Ohhh what a good movie!&amp;nbsp; Considering how many times a week I used to watch it last year its been so long since I've seen it! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Katie went to bed and Mark and I watched, among other things, McGuyver, Saved by the Bell, and that stupid movie where Devon Sawa's hand goes around killing people.&amp;nbsp; Very retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And at 6 am, I went to bed, fully clothed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Whoops&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Signs of a good night.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; How fun it is&amp;nbsp;to be so&amp;nbsp;happy at any given moment, no matter the circumstance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just knowing that somebody out there is thinking about you, and, with any luck, feels the same way about you as you do about them...what more do you need? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently watching:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;TBS premiere of "Rat Race" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go get ready for another night at Northgate, another 21st birthday, and another fun time! Would you say I have a plethora of amigos? I think so! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I used to think you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts, ah thank you!" - AP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Queen Mary and the Spruce &lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-c.Flow, asifudidntknow-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109011468002187883?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109011468002187883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109011468002187883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109011468002187883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109011468002187883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-mean-i-have-frickin-sharks-with.html' title='You mean I have frickin sharks with frickin lazer beams attached to their frickin heads?!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-109001270727328501</id><published>2004-07-16T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T17:18:27.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MMM Bop!</title><content type='html'>Today I was watching "I Love the 90s" on VH1 and aside from realizing how old I am, I was honored that focused on HANSON as their big cool band of 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Take that, haters!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;MMM Bop, ba duba dop ba du bop, duba dop ba du bop, duba dop ba du, oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must go get ready, I have to clean and shower because we are having a dinner party tonight! Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-109001270727328501?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/109001270727328501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=109001270727328501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109001270727328501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/109001270727328501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/mmm-bop.html' title='MMM Bop!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108990275670304251</id><published>2004-07-15T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T10:49:49.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your sassyfras outta my holiday cabbage!</title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying throughout the night, while taking a few "catnaps", haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance class (quiz included) at noon.&lt;br /&gt;Studying more for finance - 2- 4:30....&lt;br /&gt;Finance TEST 5-7&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop 8-9&lt;br /&gt;Physics Review 9-11&lt;br /&gt;Studying for physics throughout the night...&lt;br /&gt;waaah waaah waaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun day for me, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the week:&lt;br /&gt;"I do what I can. And then I do it some more..!.." - MarkyMark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm....DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108990275670304251?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108990275670304251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108990275670304251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108990275670304251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108990275670304251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/get-your-sassyfras-outta-my-holiday.html' title='Get your sassyfras outta my holiday cabbage!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108983187133042753</id><published>2004-07-14T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:07:27.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?</title><content type='html'>Reminder : Elf on DVD November 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there! Takin a quick break before heading over to my physics lab.  If my brain has not turned to mush by Friday, it will be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance....tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Physics....Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that thoughts of impending doom are signs of a heart attack victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the funniest thing about today is that the guy across from me in this here computer lab is looking at WWW.BEEF.ORG&lt;br /&gt;I guess he has found the answer to the eternal question....&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the Beef?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then I got a message on my phone from Katie, and the only words I could hear were "annoying" and "stupid"...needless to say I was kinda worried, but luckily her phone was just cutting out. When I called her back she said she was talking about the cat and his endless whining for food. PHEW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alllright, back to livin la vida loca!&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108983187133042753?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108983187133042753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108983187133042753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108983187133042753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108983187133042753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/buddy-elf-whats-your-favorite-color.html' title='Buddy the Elf, what&apos;s your favorite color?'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108973215759522404</id><published>2004-07-13T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:22:37.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a shirt that says t-t-t-talk to the hand</title><content type='html'>Konnichiwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got out of the shower, back from a long and sweaty trip to the Rec.&lt;br /&gt;I got a grand total of 2.5 hours of sleep.  But thats OKAY because some might say that I take after the Energizer Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had physics lab, dinner, finance homework lab, and then my two classes last night.  It was a quick 6 hours.  Then Marky Mark and I went to IHOP and stayed there studying till 3:30 AM!  Time flies when you're lovin on them BoOkS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHOP plays the best music, although I do not enjoy the random loudmouthed people that turn up there.  But that's what you have to expect with any 24 hour restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, they played Wilson Phillips' "Hold On", so that quickly washed away any aversion I had towards the rival tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be going....got to get ready for another fun-filled day of school, work, and studying! Y'll have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;*Abraca-DEUCE*&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108973215759522404?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108973215759522404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108973215759522404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108973215759522404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108973215759522404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/like-shirt-that-says-t-t-t-talk-to.html' title='Like a shirt that says t-t-t-talk to the hand'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108966029687454720</id><published>2004-07-12T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T15:24:56.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"LOUD NOISES!"</title><content type='html'>HOWDEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, today has been frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the first bus back over to West Campus because 8 people got on it while I was trying to fight my way in.  All but one were guys, and I had been waiting the second longest. They let the skinny girl on, and left me standing in the exhaust, one lonely chick with a backpack.  In the words of Stephanie Tanner, HOW RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I finally caught the next bus, we were stalled because the CIRCUS is in town and they decided it would be cool to walk their animals across a big intersection.  The animals pooed all over the road.  I had to laugh, even though I was almost late to class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's a day to look forward to.  Mostly because today will be icky and busy, but tomorrow I'll have more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was GREAT!  The gang hit up Northgate two nights in a row, one for Ashley A's b day and the next for Katie's b day.  Pictures ensued, along with the fun.  Katie even woke up before me on Sunday morning, if you believe that! She was so cute this weekend! Gotta love Shawty K.&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and Kristy even came in town, and Amanda H kicked it with us!! Wonderful!  I haven't had that much fun in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Anchorman last night with Katie and Mark, and I can't wait to see it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gathered the courage to say something that I've been holding in for a really LONG time.  Yeah, I wish it would have happened sooner, but now is a much better time than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to finally get what you've always wanted, and then realize that's its even better than you hoped!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I have two EXTREMELY hard tests this week, I am smiling like a goober!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it....I am sooo happy...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a big red candle.&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108966029687454720?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108966029687454720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108966029687454720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108966029687454720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108966029687454720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/loud-noises.html' title='&quot;LOUD NOISES!&quot;'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108957208438259704</id><published>2004-07-11T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T15:03:28.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Superhighway doesn't run here</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, my internet is crap. I will post when I get to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did write an entry on Friday, but it didn't post! I have so much to say about this weekend, but I'll wait till I get somewhere where I can actually RELY on the connection.  If anyone has any advice about how to configure wireless internet...lemme know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did come up with two Cortneyisms while I was waiting for the bus in the rain on Friday afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If we want wonderful things to happen, why are we afraid to take risks?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's funny how we constantly try to impress even though all we want is someone who notices us for our dorkiness.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'll say now is that I had one of the coolest weekends ever...and now everything feels completely right!&lt;br /&gt;SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuce.&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108957208438259704?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108957208438259704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108957208438259704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108957208438259704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108957208438259704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/information-superhighway-doesnt-run.html' title='Information Superhighway doesn&apos;t run here'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108931490826335827</id><published>2004-07-08T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T15:28:28.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You boys like MEXICO!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote an opinionated letter to the campus newspaper on my frustration with campus food prices.  All this ruckus over an apple. But it felt good to write the letter, because I am now freed of my frustration monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tells me why it smells like burritos in the computer lab, eh?  When you're trying to eat less, it doesn't help having the smell of grossly greasy but delish tex mex wafting past your nose...which is connected to an empty belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten a burrito since....wow..do I even eat burritos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got up this morning at SEVEN and went to workout! I was there till nine, did my hour 'o cardio and my lower body weights and I felt so great.  Tuesday and Thursday mornings will be so fun.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I even had time to shower, eat breakfast, and watch The Price is Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream of a lifetime: the Showcase Showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to finance! We have our first quiz tomorrow so I am going to study all day, go to the homework help session, and be ready BEFORE my hip hop class tonite. I really want to prove I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...I just saw a funny screensaver picture on the computer next to me. Maybe it has to do with a fraternity. HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Mark again in here today, and he did the "Rubber Pen" trick.  That is one of those things that I don't care who you are, where you come from, a rubber pen trick is always totally sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to crank out some of these homework problemos!&lt;br /&gt;D-D-D-Deuce!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Late B-day to Ben! :)&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108931490826335827?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108931490826335827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108931490826335827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108931490826335827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108931490826335827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-boys-like-mexico.html' title='You boys like MEXICO!!!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108926736857179995</id><published>2004-07-08T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T02:16:08.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock-box</title><content type='html'>HeHaw.&lt;br /&gt;At work tonight I was the winner and got a FOUR dollar bonus.  Sounds like chump change to you guys, but to me, it smells like a million. It's the pride thing. I do believe that implementing a system to reward employees based on their performance is quite an effective way to foster healthy competition in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't anyone tell me that there is no such thing as a jackalope? Tonight at work the guys led me into believing that the cuddly fictional character I used to see on America's Funniest People was real.  A bunny with horns...and a pouch. You see, its a member of the marsupial family, not the rabbit family, and it thrives in East Texas. The largest one in recorded history stands 6 feet tall and its stuff remains can be found at a museum in the Piney Woods region of our great state.  Finally when they started talking about snipe hunting did I see that it was all a cruel joke...but a good one indeed!  They had me going for like close to 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I came home and finally ate something.  Then I went to finish my STQ's at Sweet Eugene's and was joined by the great Mark!  We got kicked out AGAIN and so I played "Closing Time" in my car on the way home to lift my spirits.  I tried to stop by Harvell's, but no one was there, gurl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Amanda H. on the way home instead..such good thoughts were provided.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here...and I'm great...and I will be noticed...someday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk through the valley of the shadow of DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108926736857179995?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108926736857179995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108926736857179995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108926736857179995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108926736857179995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/lock-box.html' title='Lock-box'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108922751417850908</id><published>2004-07-07T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:11:54.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll play your game you rogue</title><content type='html'>Howdee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the West Campus library, the totally cool place to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story of the day: I get on the computer, and start talking to Mark on my AOL, who happens to be sitting right behind me.  As Mark would say, PERCEPTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The totally hard crossword in the Batt today features two of my favorite things as clues: Alex Trebek, and the word Rogue. I circled them joyfully, reminding myself of the good times I've had with that CELEBRITY JEOPARDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm merely beginning another 12 hour day, but I've made it 4.5 hours with no problem.  Especially since I only slept 5 hours.  But all I have left is lab and work, so no bad stuff.  Oh, and studying...I've got truckloads of homework problems to do for my own benefit. Ironic that it benefits me in the long run, but it is torture right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance (FUNance) wasn't bad today, I actually sort of enjoyed it, until I was informed that this is still the "easy" stuff we're learning.  You know, it's really okay for it to not get any harder.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that B if you want to go ahead and give it to moe right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I added titles to my blogs. I'm going to try and quote movies, tv shows, and songs that I like-a-lot.&lt;br /&gt;Today's was inspired by SNL, of course. Expect a lot of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to peace out and read my 34 emails.  :(&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you get lots of Vitamin C by drinkin yo orange DEUCE.&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108922751417850908?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108922751417850908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108922751417850908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108922751417850908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108922751417850908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/ill-play-your-game-you-rogue.html' title='I&apos;ll play your game you rogue'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108918123543331197</id><published>2004-07-07T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T02:20:35.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goooooo-laaaaaaaaay!</title><content type='html'>HAWHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news of the day: I made a B in Management 309! YEAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news of the day: Finance 309 prof suggests not taking another heavy homework class at the same time as this one.  Physics...yes, that's the other class I'm in. These next five weeks will be you know what, with the battle of the ph-sounding classes.&lt;br /&gt;Fisics and Phynance. Interchangeable. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to class, worked out, bought books, that old story.  It was my fourth "first day of school" since May the 18th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark took me and Katie to dinner for her b-day! She is 21, and it is so cool.  We went to the Cotton Patch and both ordered "Wabbit Platters".  How much does it suck to say that? To hide my embarassment, I simply made a joke out of it.....you'll notice, I do this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hip hop class tonight was crazy FULL and yes, crazy cool for all my TLC lovers out there! I even had a guy, who professed his desire to become the un-lanky, totally awesome guy who wows the crowd at our college town dance venues.  That there are few dance outlets here, but I think he can do it, considering the fact that he is trying...he's not bad at all...and who does he have to compete with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides me...but I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I came home and watched Finding Nemo with Mark and Katie. It was so cute and I hadn't seen it in forever, so life was much enjoyed tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a guy who looked good, I would call him, I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a 2004 DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108918123543331197?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108918123543331197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108918123543331197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108918123543331197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108918123543331197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/goooooo-laaaaaaaaay.html' title='Goooooo-laaaaaaaaay!'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108908951418499493</id><published>2004-07-06T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T00:51:54.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a belly button</title><content type='html'>Happy Cinco de Julio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was exciting. A whole lotta driving back from Garland is what it consisted of. We took the "alternate route" to skip having to take 45 thru Corsicana, even though we didn't have to.  I did get to see a big dam, which was fun because I don't recall ever seeing a dam outside my car window.  It's been a long time since I was a passenger on the old ride back to the Station, and I made the most of it. I slept, read my Da Vinci, and gawked at all the trees and cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I scarfed down dinner and got ready to go teach my class at the Rec.  Good thing I showed up, since I had a grand total of TWO students.  That's okay.  Who I am to discourage fitness dreams?  I taught that step class with all I had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I made myself into a float for the discount retail parade and hit up Target, Wally World, and Kroger, in that order.  A minimal amount of money spent for a maximum amount of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am getting ready to do a whole lot of nothing, since I have one class at noon, and one class at 8 pm.  Guess I could catch up on Physics, since I do have a test next Friday....SIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't here to cause no trouble, I'm just here to do the Superbowl Shuffle!&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108908951418499493?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108908951418499493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108908951418499493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108908951418499493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108908951418499493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-belly-button.html' title='I have a belly button'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108900349830086155</id><published>2004-07-05T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:58:18.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like wearin' platinum but my favorite color pink</title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth of July! I'm glad everyone is having a good time. I'm assuming you are. Today I celebrated my independence by chasing Katie's dog a couple blocks down her street, and enjoying the most bitter java shake I've ever had in my life.  Ahh, the sweet smell of liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Katie's 21st Birthday party was a dramatic BLAST! &lt;br /&gt;We (meaning Katie's family, me, Ryan, Schills, and Raba) started out eating a wonderful dinner at Bob's Steak and Chop House.  Katie got the most ultimate b-day present ever, but I can't say anything about it yet cause she wants to show everyone! We had drinks, dinner, and a totally awesome dessert that I gagged the whole table by finishing off! mmm..peanut butter brownie and ice cream...mmm&lt;br /&gt;If only I were allergic to chocolate, ice cream, sugar, and papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to Katie's, changed, and headed out to lower Greenville.  Katie's sister, Kim was our driver, and we started out at the hiskey Bar.  Thanks to Katie's dad, we took a celebratory shot and chilled for a little while. I didn't but any drinks there because I had a plan in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes later we left and went to Zubar, because their music was hoppin'. We had a little Justin and Britney goin, and I proceeded to make friends with a couple of dudes at the bar.  Sure enough, the entire story about how it was my sorority sister's birthday worked, and pretty soon, she was downin two shots...fo free.  I also managed to get two for myself, from the same dudes. They were pretty nice though, and suggested a couple of other places we could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to The Beagle, where we weren't charged any cover, which was excellent in itself.  The score now is Free Shots for Katie by way of Cortney: TWO, Money Spent by Cortney: 0.  The Beagle did not let us down.  I got two more free shots for Katie, one for myself, and I even got a guy to give her his hat.  All this, and nobody bothered me.  I just passed off the tools to our group while I worked around, dancing, and looking for shot prospects.  Ryan was so inspired by my skillz that she joined me for a time and we convinced two guys that we were 21 yr old twins, and it was our birthday.  Too bad that in exchange for the Patron, Ryan had to dance with Tool #1.  We even met a guy named Sebastian. He told me my voice was too high, I told him he was the crab from the Little Mermaid, and he too took a liking to Ryan.  Fine by me...this bar had plenty of tools to go around, and I was too busy keepin' it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon left, due to the fact that three of our friends were getting extremely wasted. We were on our way to Ryan's and near her house, we spotted a Lincoln Navigator..ON FIRE!!! Kim jumps out of the Tahoe and races to the front door, while Ryan dials the cops.  We stood by and watched the frame melt away, leaving a perfect back end and a hickory smoked front.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Nav is totaled..Good news: Dallas Fire Department is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we made it home. Managed to find everyone's bags, shoes, monies, IDs, and get it all back to them in one piece. However, Katie's keys turned up missing, and she realized she had dropped them in the Beagle.  We called all last night, all this morning.  Aside from the dog chasing this afternoon, things seemed to wind down a bit. And now it's the Fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all back in College Station tomorrow, as I prepare to start the second half of physics, and the beginning of one of the scariest classes ever: FINANCE 309...&lt;br /&gt;RIP Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power and the money, money and the power, minute after minute, hour after DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108900349830086155?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108900349830086155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108900349830086155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108900349830086155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108900349830086155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/like-wearin-platinum-but-my-favorite.html' title='Like wearin&apos; platinum but my favorite color pink'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108880702873494955</id><published>2004-07-02T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T18:23:48.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They love that crap in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, mah Blog template is at it again! Notice how my sidebar jumped downwards. What the heck does that mean? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Be back when I can figure it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108880702873494955?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108880702873494955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108880702873494955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108880702873494955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108880702873494955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/they-love-that-crap-in-malaysia.html' title='They love that crap in Malaysia'/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108874718401128543</id><published>2004-07-02T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T01:46:24.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Garland....here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet Home!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108874718401128543?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108874718401128543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108874718401128543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108874718401128543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108874718401128543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/garland.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108873331296186211</id><published>2004-07-01T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:55:12.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is your brain on mangement...see the progression?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/cap_009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/200/cap_007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108873319690667899?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108873319690667899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108873319690667899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108873319690667899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108873319690667899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/study-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108873316252357899</id><published>2004-07-01T21:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:52:42.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Study 3....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/cap_012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; 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and still made it to management on time, last class of the year! I have my final tomorrow and it might not end up so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got laundry, dishes, studying and packing all to do, while working both jobs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is this busy, right?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets to sleep in or do anything remotely lazy during the day.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets to actually come home after class and study or veg...right?&lt;br /&gt;Good. I was hoping I wasn't the only person fitting class, two jobs, a workout, a couple meals, studying, and showering all into one day. Everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, being home for the four day weekend is less than twenty four hours away, and I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;Until 8:30 am tomorrow....let's just say I'm not possessing the sunniest of dispositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dial 1-900-Mix A Lot&lt;br /&gt;And kick them nasty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;c.Flow got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108870056861751139?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108870056861751139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108870056861751139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108870056861751139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108870056861751139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/07/ccharismaticooutrageousrradicalttamenn.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108863409784219176</id><published>2004-06-30T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:21:37.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to miss the rain, because it's been sunny for maybe an hour! HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starving, I wish I didn't work till 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news! I am two pounds lighter as of today, making that SEVEN pounds lost since May 18th, whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108863409784219176?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108863409784219176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108863409784219176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108863409784219176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108863409784219176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/wow-i-am-beginning-to-miss-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108854606713269456</id><published>2004-06-29T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T17:54:27.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAWHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning's not the ONLY thing striking today.&lt;br /&gt;As we walk out to our cars after work, irony hits two college students after they brag about parking without a school pass and never getting a ticket for it.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we see two helpless victims of the half security guard/half postal worker dressed mad mob on mopeds: &lt;strong&gt;TAMU Transportation Sevices&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad it wasnt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday after my physics test I decided to take it chill, and finally do what everyone else does during the summer : &lt;strong&gt;NOT STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I had a job interview. I'm auditioning to be a dancer out at Tombstone Texas, a little Old West dinner show park down the highway from here.  The dancers all dress like saloon girls, and they do the can-can and stuff. It's pretty exciting. I felt important because I had to dress really nice and socialize with the owners, and I also got to watch the entire show from the sound booth. &lt;br /&gt;It was okay until I found myself getting stuck in conversations with the some of the shadier actors...oh and don't forget who the show was for.  It was for the &lt;strong&gt;National Rural Postal Workers' Convention&lt;/strong&gt;, so I found myself having to entertain random high school age guys with my dazzling wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazzle this, dorks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;Me and my most eXtreme friend Mark headed out to the 'ol Cinemark to catch the late night showing of "Dodgeball". It was definitely a funny movie, if you are a fan of Zoolander. It actually reminded me a lot of that. I'm sad because I can't think of any really good quotes off the top of my head to start saying incessantly, annoying the heck out of everyone around me who hasn't seen the movie, just so I can say to them "Oh, you just gotta see the movie!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a funny additive to that little snack of speak...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out that the guy you're dating is two-timing you = A few tears&lt;br /&gt;Movie ticket = $6.75&lt;br /&gt;Super Pretzel = $3.50&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that the two timer is the one who gets to sell you that Super Pretzel, all jazzed up in his movie theater apron = &lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and got sustenance...late night taquitos at Whataburger! Everything was Totally Awesome and Sweet till a rowdy drunk guy and his crew barreled in.  Mark and I eventually backed down when the dude's crass-ness became apalling, and we deuced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home...did absolutely nothing, and went to bed...&lt;strong&gt;what a great night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of this and a little bit of DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108854606713269456?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108854606713269456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108854606713269456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108854606713269456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108854606713269456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/hawhday-lightnings-not-only-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108845202791371670</id><published>2004-06-28T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:57:35.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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It's pretty sweet. Just click where it says comments, down where it posts the time! &lt;br /&gt;WHOOP...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108838773127213791?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108838773127213791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108838773127213791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108838773127213791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108838773127213791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-under-construction-im-re-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108836585255020699</id><published>2004-06-27T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T15:54:29.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! No news today, other than that I have a nasty ol physics test tomorrow. So, the rest of the day is devoted to work and studying..I'm just glad that Friday night was good...okay AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the test is over tomorrow, my thoughts turn back to the management test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;But that's at 8 am and then I get to head back to Garland till MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;And we definitely know that is going to be very, very wonderful. :):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that summer school at TAMU is not fun, and is not easy, and does not leave me enough time to dilly-dally. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm sooo good at dilly-dally-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ask WHEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do I...&lt;br /&gt;get time to watch tv?&lt;br /&gt;take random road trips to visit my friends?&lt;br /&gt;watch movies?&lt;br /&gt;play videogames?&lt;br /&gt;chase the cat?&lt;br /&gt;read books that aren't boring?&lt;br /&gt;go to a different bar every night of the week?&lt;br /&gt;have random dance parties in my room?&lt;br /&gt;go out of town to have dinner?&lt;br /&gt;go home?&lt;br /&gt;talk to my friend till 4 am finally go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;go to the pool and cancerize my skin for 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;go over to someone's house and do absolutely nothing or everything for an entire day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school is NOT accomodating to my thoughts of what summer should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clorox DEUCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108836585255020699?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108836585255020699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108836585255020699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108836585255020699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108836585255020699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/hi-no-news-today-other-than-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108828385063996736</id><published>2004-06-26T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:08:23.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I got a story for yous guys.  As part of the &lt;strong&gt;" Ultimate College Experience "&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;tm&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I take it upon myself to actually go out and do things that I would normally be too scared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Katie Wawak invited me to go out with her...to Halo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me as I venture into the mysterious and somewhat unknown underworld of B/CS, where no straight Aggie has dared to venture...the gay community!!! Dun dun dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chronicled my journey, and have come back with the startling truth!&lt;br /&gt;There are, in fact, gays among us.&lt;br /&gt;And they party like freakin' rock stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went with Katie over to Chris's apartment. Katie dated Chris our sophomore year before he became gay.  Needless to say, I hardly recognized him in his baby tee and mascara.  Then I met a slew of other folks, including Chris's roommate Michael.  But he wasn't Michael last night, he was Sharde', and was dressed to kill in a sassy black wig, high heels, and a skintight red dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting there, discussing men and fashion, among other things, with my new friends.  Around 10:15, we head up to Halo, the gay club in downtown Bryan. I found my new favorite drink, thanks to Chris, and ironically it is called 'Sex with a Bartender'.  Katie missed my 21st birthday to make up for that....so we started with a shot of Patron.  The fun went uphill, my being sober went quite the opposite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ played mostly techno, but when he bust out with Britney techno, me and Noah tore it up.  We did Toxic AND Me Against the Music, but then the rest of the music sucked.  I met a lot of dudes and I went to the first bathroom ever with a see thru frosted glass door.  One toilet, people just walk in and out as they please.  I guess it didn't really matter, considering the crowd, but the alcohol sure helped me shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite gay guy was wearing a black muscle shirt with a leather dog collar and a rainbow chain.  My most awkward moment was realizing that guys were actually kissing...that was a little hard to handle, so I closed my eyes, like in a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Halo at 1 AM and headed out to Northgate.  We ended up at Shadow, where there was a suprisingly large number of people taking the dance floor.  I stumbled out there in my best, flaunting it with my black high heeled pumps, and manage to keep my balance fairly well.  Katie bought me two MORE drinks, and the rest was a blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to sleep in my own bed, and went and got my 'Stang this mornin.&lt;br /&gt;Wow...what a wild ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of Amanda Harvell&lt;em&gt;..." These are the Gays of our Lives... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108828385063996736?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108828385063996736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108828385063996736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108828385063996736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108828385063996736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/have-i-got-story-for-yous-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108820914297827399</id><published>2004-06-25T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:19:02.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe Britney Spears is engaged.  &lt;br /&gt;It's the classic boy meets girl story.&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets girl. Girl picks boy to be backup dancer.  Boy does more than dance for the girl.  Girl develops fast crush on boy.  Boy dumps black girlfriend, a former star of "Moesha" fame, leaving behind their 2 year old daughter and an 8 month old bun in the oven.  Girl falls in 'love'.  Boy proposes after two month long whirlwind relationship.  Girl cancels nationwide concert tour due to "knee" problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Story of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's boyfriend's roommate thinks I am in utter and complete love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny part:  ONE NIGHT, we talked, and I expressed no interest in anything beyond friendship with this boy.  I need not go into the many reasons why I am not emotionally attracted to this boy, because that's rude.&lt;br /&gt;I DO think it's funny that he says this after blatantly pursuing ME ever since, and then getting back together with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;If I would have known then what I know NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got news for all you single women!&lt;br /&gt;Showing no interest in a boy and being nice to him is all you have to do to get his attention!  And if you don't like him, well, you're up a creek because he thinks you're obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to laugh at the absurd accusations, and the other part of me is hurt that someone has that much pride to say things like that about me. He doesn't know me, and never took the chance to.  I suppose he got what he wanted though...now he looks good and I look like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...I say this again...why don't the guys that I am really interested in give ME a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm not black.  I'd be so hot if I was black.  I got the big booty and the thunder thighs.  I can dance and I like to get my nails done.  see? HOT.&lt;br /&gt;So jealous of Beyonce'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I'm going to Halo tonight.  Halo is a gay club in Bryan.  I think the good thing is that I can dance to my heart's content and not worry about anyone taking advantage of me, WHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with my friend Katie, the one that went to highschool with me!  I am so glad to have her in my management class.  She makes the time pass so much easier.  And her and Erin come to my aerobics classes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NOTHING like support from your friends.  It makes you feel like your existence on Earth is worth something.  All your achievements, all your hard work, all your hopes and dreams..somebody actually cares that you make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for now.  I apologize for these recent bouts of human-ness, but one cannot be completely void of intricate thought all the time.  I just don't like to acknowledge the thought as much as others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six, five, four, three...DEUCE!"&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108820914297827399?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108820914297827399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108820914297827399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108820914297827399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108820914297827399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108798191356864409</id><published>2004-06-23T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T05:19:46.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I confuse myself sometimes. I tell myself what I want, I tell myself what I don't want. I tell myself to not look back and not to settle...&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that I am different now and that I want different things out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am also human.  I want love, laughter, affection, friendship, and fulfillment, among other things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, don't we all want that goodnight phone call? That person to go out and party so hard you don't even remember, or that person who is just fine with pizza, ice cream, and a good movie at the same time?  Don't we all want someone to care about us as much as we care about them, and be able to seem themselves without anyone else but us?  Don't we all want that one person that we know we can count on when the world goes awry?  Don't we want that person who can endlessely laugh over memories with us, and always be a part of making new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just really tired...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe what I am saying is that it is really hard not to attach emotion to certain people, places, and situations.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say that I have no emotion towards a particular subject, I am probably lying to protect my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know the answer on the other end will NOT be what I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that we buy time on things we know we will not ultimately want, because we are waiting for something that's already there, and has been there for a long time,  to finally come around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things left unsaid....who knows?  Maybe me having no guts to say how I really feel will pay off in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soapbox is now available for someone else...Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108798191356864409?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108798191356864409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108798191356864409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108798191356864409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108798191356864409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-think-i-confuse-myself-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108796066306599309</id><published>2004-06-22T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:17:43.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEUCE&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/640/throwin%20da%20deuce.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/throwin%20da%20deuce.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108796066306599309?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108796066306599309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108796066306599309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108796066306599309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108796066306599309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/deuce.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108796006505753912</id><published>2004-06-22T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:07:45.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much went on today.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Katie about the DC, sounds like she's having fun!! She went to a taping of CNN Crossfire today, so if you watch that show, look out for my Katie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the Rec, weirded out by what I saw. A guy running on the elliptical in khaki cargo shorts...how do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons Why Guy Friends Rock!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as opposed to boyfriends or love interests)&lt;br /&gt;1.  You never have to worry how you look around them!&lt;br /&gt;2.  They think you're funny even when you do stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3.  You don't have to impress them.  &lt;br /&gt;4.  They aren't repulsed by your bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;5.  They like to talk, really talk!&lt;br /&gt;6.  You feel perfectly normal being goofy one second and serious the next.&lt;br /&gt;7.  They are excellent resources for advice.&lt;br /&gt;8.  You can ask them weird questions and they know the answer, or will deduce it for you.&lt;br /&gt;9.  They are usually excited to hear good news, and will be bummed with you over the bad.&lt;br /&gt;10. You don't feel pressured into acting or talking like someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you DO decide to date them, the transition's pretty natural...and the breakup isn't too bad, in MOST cases. Not all, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all brought on by the comment my mother said "I HAD TO PUT ON MY BLOG"....and I almost always listen to my momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain ex-boyfriend called me last Friday wanting to talk (probably cause he was drunk) but reassured me that the breakup was a good thing.  His reasoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I knew I could never marry you when you told me you didn't want to be a housewife!!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked, most chicks in college are looking for a little more than a MRS.&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you go lookin' somewhere else if that's all you want in a woman....or get a time machine, with the date set on '1950'.And that's &lt;strong&gt;MY TWO CENTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm-a throwin tha DEUCE.&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108796006505753912?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108796006505753912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108796006505753912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108796006505753912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108796006505753912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/hi-there-not-much-went-on-today_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108784556256516341</id><published>2004-06-21T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T15:34:52.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday, whup dee doo.  I just realized that I have been web logging - "blogging" as the techies call it for short - for over a whole year now! Purty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I downloaded a new thingie that lets me post pictures. So get ready. This year is gonna be even cooler than the last.&lt;br /&gt;NOW WITH MORE VITAMIN C and PICTURES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kroger last night and found Jeff in SLAM magazine. If you do not recall what I am talking about, please refer to June 20th.  Anyways, his pic was small, but there! I laughed because it took me 10 minutes to find it, and &lt;em&gt;I knew WHERE it was and WHAT it looked like&lt;/em&gt;.  It makes me wonder...how did he find it? The &lt;br /&gt;basketball gods are kind, Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE of THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt;From The Anna Nicole Show last night:&lt;br /&gt;Anna:  "Is Miami the same as Florida...is California the same as LA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I am premiering my &lt;strong&gt;WTF? of the DAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have two today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numbah One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no "fashionista" but I know a style blunder whenI see one.  Never, ever, ever wear platform sandals with brown suede lace up ties that go halfway up your calf, and then pair them with a ratty denim skirt and a rumpled blue baby tee.  I shudder to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numbah Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to wear a backpack on both shoulders, steer your bike with one hand, have a girl draped over the other arm, and still look ultimately cool in your backwards cap and Oakleys? &lt;br /&gt;The survey says....NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not, I repeat, am not a mean and critical person.  I simply notice flaws in everyday life that keep people from looking totally awesome and sweet (&lt;strong&gt;TAAS&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an eventful day! Management test tomorrow, and the wonderful news that my second physics test was moved to Monday, two days earlier than planned.  There goes my fun weekend. BLECCHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW PET PEEVE:&lt;/strong&gt;  Women who have MANLY voices. &lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any? Well gaw-lly I have!&lt;br /&gt;1) Leelee Sobieski&lt;br /&gt;2) Monica Potter&lt;br /&gt;3) The lady in the red shirt on that Claritin - D commericial. She's definitely the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the DEUCE? (WTD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108784556256516341?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108784556256516341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108784556256516341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108784556256516341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108784556256516341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/howday-today-is-monday-whup-dee-doo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108779125610917180</id><published>2004-06-21T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T00:14:16.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anna TheGoal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/9.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/200/9.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108779125610917180?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108779125610917180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108779125610917180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108779125610917180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108779125610917180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/anna-thegoal.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108779109981061386</id><published>2004-06-21T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T00:11:39.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/640/6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1171/320/6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everytime i try to fly i fall without my wings, i feel so small, i guess i need you baby...HA!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108779109981061386?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108779109981061386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108779109981061386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108779109981061386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108779109981061386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/everytime-i-try-to-fly-i-fall-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108776268176157521</id><published>2004-06-20T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T16:18:01.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news...My best friend Jeff had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;A dream to be in SLAM magazine.  Today, he did not only make it into SLAM, he also made it in Sports Illustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;ESPN made an ad that features a picture of Magic Johnson, using smaller pictures to create one big image.&lt;br /&gt;Magic's knee brace is, in fact, a picture of Jeff.  &lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt;  No goal is EVER unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I will recapture my exciting Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did literally nothing, and a little bit of studying during the day because I had no work! Me, Amanda, and Mark also had fun on the Barbie website, and the fruits of our labors are now proudly displayed on the side of the fridge.  It is so fun to have a day off from ANYTHING.  A little later I took a shower, and then me and Amanda H. went to go get dinner at La Bodega.  It was very good, considering that I haven't been there in a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to her friend's apt over at Campus Lodge, and they were gonna go play pool so we were like "deuce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to Northgate and dubbbed ourselves the "Northghosts".  We must have walked back and forth for half the time we were out there. We finally settled on Logan's, took a table, and admired the boys waltzing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Amanda is taken so she was trying to get me to be brave and approach guys, be a little flirty, etc.  I'm a chicken, mainly because I lack a lot of self confidence in the attractiveness department.  &lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the bar to get us drinks and the bartender asked what I wanted .&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you recommend?"&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: "How about sex with a bartender?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Great but I'd rather have a drink first!"&lt;br /&gt;So I come back to the table, laughing because I think I've been propositioned.&lt;br /&gt;My friends Katie and Erin show up, informing me that 'sex with a bartender' is a shot, not a proposition, and I just sounded like a total doofus.&lt;br /&gt;STRIKE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my next trick, I did the "You look really familiar" routine to another cute guy. Turns out he was familiar. He's in my major and I see him a lot.  He was slightly cold, so we deuced it outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ran into a lot of people she knew, I met a lot of people I didn't know.  Ran into a guy I met last summer that is a total tool.  He kept calling me last June so I finally put his name in as "Don't Answer" so that way I wouldn't even have to remember who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH OOHH!&lt;br /&gt;I saw my very &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; street performer! He was dancing out behind the chicken, and he was a very good Michael Jackson impersonator! He had long wavy black hair, black jazz shoes, white bobby sox, black pants, and a shiny blue jacket! WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ran into Lauren D. again, and Erica, a good friend of Brett's.  She was so sweet, esp since I'm one of Brett's exes, and she's one of his best friends.  I guess fresh/soph year was long enough away, and me and Brett are still pretty good friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to two new places: The Corner and Gatsby's.  Corner was so so, Gatsby's was a little small.  Overall still feeling Logan's and Mad Hatters.  Did anyone know that Salty closed? weirdness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and made cookies with Raba till 3 in the morning! There are so many sugar cookies! And they tasted so good. But now I am a little frosting-sick. &lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep watching a documentary on the murder of Gianni Versace, and woke up to watching Maxim's Hot 100 with Raba.  Britney was only #36!  Jessica Simpson was #1, and Christina was #3.  I think Brit and X-Tina should be switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sadly watching Arizona beat up on Arkansas at the College World Series.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test on TUESDAY! Then, I'm relaxing the rest of the week, and working everyday.&lt;br /&gt;NEW HABIT:  Saying "WHOOP" while flasing the 'westside' signal. It totally works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is exceedingly long, and maybe not too interesting for you guys, so I'll cut it!&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108776268176157521?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108776268176157521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108776268176157521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108776268176157521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108776268176157521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/okay-great-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108763403802260020</id><published>2004-06-19T04:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T05:33:15.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about venting guys, sorry about hurting y'alls feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I am just ticked off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been gone for a week and that's who I usually vent to, and she hasn't been able to talk to me. I'm taking my anger out on everything and everyone else because today has sucked. &lt;br /&gt;I only got 2 hours of sleep, I did horrible on my physics tests, and then I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and had no one to talk to, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted is to have some fun tonight and some company to try and get my mind off things. Stuff didn't go as planned, and I got upset like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone...and everyone was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my feelings are hurt, I get weird and don't usually say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to you guys, especially my friends.&lt;br /&gt;They all have good reasons for changing plans on me tonite, and I was just too blinded by wanting to get my mind off things that I just didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the Day:  It's good to keep yourself in mind, but becoming self-centered is not the way to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a long, long summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108763403802260020?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108763403802260020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108763403802260020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108763403802260020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108763403802260020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/sorry-about-venting-guys-sorry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108754219123194278</id><published>2004-06-18T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T03:03:11.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHRASE OF THE DAY:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Save the drama for your mama."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting turn of events today.  Worried about my mom all day until I finally get in touch with her around 1 am.  "Mother, where have you been?"  "Oops, did I forget to tell you, Cortney? I went to Shreveport today!"&lt;br /&gt;Glad somebody is rakin in the big bucks and having the TOHL while I settle for a physics test tomorrow, an all nighter tonight, and the last 4 hours at IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;I should be partying, NOT my mom...even though she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually there's an interesting mix of people at IHOP.  Tonight was no exception.  This one dude practiced saying foreign words, while he would repeatedly leave the restaurant to go get things from his house.  He would also go to other people's booths when they got up to go to the bathroom and look at what they were studying.  He refused to wear shoes until they tried to kick him out.  So he left all of his stuff on a table and went home to get some.  This was the weirdest IHOPper I've ever encountered. Most would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work today (I'm a telemarketer for the Athletic Scholarship Foundation) we talked to a man who donates 2 mill annually to TX A&amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;Other were in awe, asking what he did for a living, etc. I had one simple question, the only question I believed needed to be answered:&lt;br /&gt;Does this two-million dollar man have any offspring of the male persuasion, single, and over 20?&lt;br /&gt;My question went unanswered, and my fantasies of fame and fortune soon turned back to the automatic dialer, and the endless drone of ringing, followed by the robotic, unisex answering box voice "Please record a message...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have beat down my new image and role model undertakings. Yes, I realize Anna Nicole is NOT the coolest, but it's good to have goals. Right? right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a bed?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be sleeping in it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Clint!&lt;br /&gt;Big 23!...Don't worry..mid twenties is still 2 years off, and 30 is only five after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I got, because now I am REALLY putting off my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I really don't like physics, and should have take it at an easier institution.  However, when I get through it...the challenge will have felt good..hopefully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY TWO CENTS&lt;br /&gt;by Cortney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember...don't be afraid to take risks every now and then.  What's the worse that could happen?  I think the worst part is not taking a risk at all, and never knowing what could have been.  It sucks to regret, but it sucks more living your life on the thoughts of what it might have could have been if you had more guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new....and the reason is DEUCE.&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108754219123194278?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108754219123194278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108754219123194278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108754219123194278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108754219123194278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/aloha-phrase-of-day-save-drama-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108741482989202461</id><published>2004-06-16T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:40:29.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt;Since May 18, I have lost five pounds! Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;I am reducing my portions, doing cardio for one hour six days a weeks, and lifting 4 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any tips on how I can speed up my weight loss, please let me know...right now I'm looking into getting some Trim Spa. (when i have the cash!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of funny news, but its been a while since there's been a presence of funny news. &lt;br /&gt;However, I have come to the rescue of all you loyal fans with my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY STORY OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by Physics 201 Professor Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't bad enough that the planet URANUS is already pronounced "your-anus", my physics prof pronounces it "urine-us".&lt;br /&gt;Thus continuing my belief that the word "URANUS" is the absolute worst word in the English language.  &lt;br /&gt;Either way you slice it, you are basically saying something that has to do with bodily function, and no one likes to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me, C.Flow in the campaign to end the use of the word "Uranus" from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nest to me in the SCC this guy almost fell out his chair backward. I had to giggle to myself just a bit because he knows I saw him, and five minutes later he is trying to still look smooth.  Why doesn't he just giggle, and get it over with? That's what I always do. No need for smoothness when you almost cracked your head on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, I am surrounded by freshmen and their parents...although my memories of new student conference were fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW GOAL:&lt;/strong&gt;To look like a cross between the new Anna Nicole and Britney.&lt;br /&gt;I will be Bricole, and I will be fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta be going. I got stuff to print, and a physics lab to attend to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, my outfit's ri-DEUCE-ulous!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108741482989202461?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108741482989202461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108741482989202461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108741482989202461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108741482989202461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/howdy-good-news-of-daysince-may-18-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108716075500229562</id><published>2004-06-13T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T17:05:55.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Abilene, went to Kristy's sister's wedding this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Me, Courtney, Amanda, and Francois left @ 6:30 am yesterday and drove first to Abilene to check into our hotel.  My wonderful date for this weeekend was Courtney, and I think she was one of the coolest dates ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only attended one wedding in my life so the whole experience was overwhelming, starting with the drive out there!&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was at a ranch in Albany, which is only 45 minutes outside of Abilene.  However, the ranch is bigger than I ever imagined. It  took us like an hour and a half to get to the house! It was so longgg.....&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amanda were recruited to do the hair and makeup in exchange for hotel rooms! With a big yes we agreed to do it, and thankfully Court helped me out a lot.  We did six peoples' hair and makeup, and it turned out beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was outside facing the sun, and it was definitely very hot, but a really fun ceremony! Jennifer and John looked so excited to be getting married.&lt;br /&gt;It had the potential to make a single girl like me a little sad, but then I thought about it.  I have plenty of time to meet someone and fall in love! I'm only 21. Hello! :)&lt;br /&gt;The reception was also outside but the weather was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Perks:&lt;br /&gt;wine&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;shade&lt;br /&gt;wine&lt;br /&gt;cake&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;wine&lt;br /&gt;sparklers to see off the happy couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it began storming at 9ish so we had to hightail it outta there, back to Abilene!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Court stayed up, talked on the phone, and watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;Hotels are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up this morning to enjoy the free continental breakfast and headed out!&lt;br /&gt;Made it back to CS about 3 and now I'm relaxin till I go to work!&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one test this week, so life is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a fun summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108716075500229562?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108716075500229562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108716075500229562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108716075500229562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108716075500229562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/howdy-just-got-back-from-abilene-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108698748893554736</id><published>2004-06-11T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T16:58:08.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But we done been fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna work this out&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I do but you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby&lt;br /&gt;Plus theres so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;br /&gt;But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;br /&gt;Even though this might bruise you&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;br /&gt;Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it's over&lt;br /&gt;We know that it's through&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuce.&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108698748893554736?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108698748893554736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108698748893554736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108698748893554736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108698748893554736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-gonna-burn-for-me-to-say-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108650683046820157</id><published>2004-06-06T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T03:27:10.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that the last two blogs began with a HOWDY so I refuse to do that on the first line of this one. I'll do it on the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Facts of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;1) J.Lo is once again married to Marc Antony.  Yeah he is about as un-handsome as they come, but maybe that was the prob with Ben. He was too cute, and too smart for her.&lt;br /&gt;2)  O.J. is starting his own version of Punk'd where he will, and I quote, "Juice" people.  I am not about to make a joke out of this one, cause I know Conan O'Brien will beat me to it with one far, far better.&lt;br /&gt;You've been JUICED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't written since Wednesday but life is flowin' and goin. &lt;br /&gt;Me, Mark, and Katie went to practice our swings at the driving range on Thursday. I am trying to get in "shape" for my golf class in the fall.  I was flustered at first but then started having a wonderful time. What could be better than being with two of your best buds, hitting balls as hard as possible, for as long as you want?&lt;br /&gt;TIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was...I eventually learned how to quit tearing up the grass with my swing, and started hitting the ball...a little.  Coach Mark is king. King of Swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we hit up Northgate and Katie bought me a Long Island IT for buying her balls at the range earlier.  It was fun.  We saw a lot of friends and we sat around at Mad Hatters with Raba, Francois, Nikki, and lots of other peeps who came to join.  We left around 12:45 cause people were tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely made it to my eight o clock.  I was sleepier than I ever been in my whole life!  Regardless, I did make it to both classes, and even to my aerobics classes!  I came home and my mom had bad news.  She got laid off from MCI/Worldcom and now has no job.  Life really keeps putting things in perspective for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts to remind me why I began writing these blogs in the first place. If you take a look back, or you know me, you'd see that this year, starting last summer, has been the most up and down I've ever been in my entire life.  The unexpected has become reality and now I live day to day, wondering if anything good will happen, and hoping that even more bad stuff doesn't.  None of us should live in fear of the future, but hope that the goodness it brings will wash away the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I end on a fun and kicked-back weekend. Last night I cooked dinner for me and the Murph, and then we went to see Harry Potter 3, an excellent movie, by the way!  Tonight I watched Club Dredd, also another good one, smae guys that did Super Troopers. Tomorrow starts the week all over again! WHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not know where life will take me, and most of me doesn't want to think about it yet...I'm young, and I have potential. Tons of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108650683046820157?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108650683046820157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108650683046820157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108650683046820157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108650683046820157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-just-realized-that-last-two-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108620841911733025</id><published>2004-06-02T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:33:39.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOWDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did make it to the RIGHT classes today.&lt;br /&gt;Management was BORING, and I'm scared that this trend will just keep going.  &lt;br /&gt;Physics was interesting cause our prof looked like the Colonel from the Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket, and all he wanted to talk about was the integrated circuit and trigonometry. Doesn't he know that I've had classes on the integrated circuit my whole life? :)&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when some guy's cell phone rang and Prof KFC goes "And there's our integrated circuits in action!"&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time I have actually wanted to learn about physics, and not have the teacher be sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;We also had a deaf person with two interpreters in our class.  &lt;br /&gt;I think Prof KFC gets jealous because we all stare at the ridiculously interesting interpreters instead of him. Their hands move so fast and they even have expressions!&lt;br /&gt;And they can say "integrated circuit" with their hands!!! &lt;br /&gt;It's X-treme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I went to five bookstores today to get my silly little lab manual after I worked out.  IT's been a long day! Glad I don't work tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all need to try and keep in touch with people.  WE're all about to graduate and move.  Sometimes you forget how great those old friends are until you're forced to realize that within the next year, they could be way far away, with a job, or kids, or getting another degree.  Hold on tight!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANT of the DAY:&lt;/strong&gt;Doncha just hate it when you have to reveal yourself as "normal" and "human" and however else one may put it? Blechh...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I too have relationship problems that have yet to be resolved, which are the reasons I haven't been sleeping a lot lately. Want my opinion?&lt;br /&gt;Don't? You'll get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people decide to have a "long distance" relationship, it is fine to not see each other for an extended period of time, and not even talk on the phone everyday. Completely understandable.&lt;br /&gt;But when two people live ten minutes away from each other, I wouldn't consider that a "long distance" relationship.&lt;br /&gt;How can you not make a little time for someone so close? &lt;em&gt;Beats me...ask him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...felt good to get that out. I did think of something funny today, a little twist on the "ideal man" if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal man is like a fine and expensive wine.  Selected with the utmost care, he does not come cheap.  You have earned you way to be in his presence, and when you have him, you realize how wonderful it is to have something so rich and full of flavor that the mere scent of him makes you tingle with excitement.  He is pure, smooth, and mature, and has been waiting for someone like you to come along.  He'll never let you down, and when other people know you've been around him, you suddenly become that much cooler.  Saying his name makes their eyebrows raise in approval, and you're always affirmed that you made the right choice.  To be with him for a little bit will make you happy, but to be with him for a lifetime will actually improve your health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;Up at Post Oak Mall they make personalized belts, with your name or whatever in rhinestones on the buckle! How tight would "C.FLOW" look on a belt? Waaaaaaaaay tight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sippin on gin and DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108620841911733025?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108620841911733025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108620841911733025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108620841911733025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108620841911733025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/howdy-so-i-did-make-it-to-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108612460420241712</id><published>2004-06-01T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:16:44.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is June 1st and I am starting yet another day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I couldnt sleep because our power went out, but luckily I was up to fix my alarm clock back, unlike last time. Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got up about 6 and got ready fer school, put on my clothes, made my signature breakfast (an omelette and a bowl of oatmeal) and left around 7:30.  It was late because by the time I got to campus it was already crowded!&lt;br /&gt;I left this to the fact that it IS the first day of school, and people usually come.  I predict the rush will be over by next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My management class will not be too bad. My very good friend Katie from my old high school sits next to me, and Francois (Amanda's bf) is in there as well!&lt;br /&gt;I also know 2 black guys in our class, Jamaal and Rodney, who are Kappa Alpha Psis' (or former Stompfest partners!)   I prolly know more black people in that class than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;M doesn't exactly have a diverse culture too often, so I'm glad when I can take part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and rode the bus over to the Zachary building, thinking I had physics today, forgetting that it was a Tuesday.  I have physics M,W,F so basically, I looked like an idiot.  Katie didn't seem to mind, and I waved good-bye and rode the bus back over to west campus and went to workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls well that ends well. I ran my errands, bought a ridiculously expensive tank of gas, came home and ate a snack, and layed out with Katie on the deck.  Now I have a set of tan lines from this afternoon, and a set of tan lines from a carwash on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I am UV ray challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I start teaching again at the REC, with hip hop!!! I glad cause I love teaching that! It's the class I feel most comfortable in, der.  Mainly cause I do what I want, no stinkin' guidelines.  I just have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a quote I like for my profile, that I feel is so true about me and my life!&lt;br /&gt;I have spent so much time not doing things because I'm afraid I'll regret what I do.  But how will I ever know where my life is supposed to go if I do not take a chance once in while? Think about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good Memorial Day!  After finally figuring out that it was not Labor Day or Veterans Day, or any other day like that, I went and had my first taste of a venison burger! Almost as good as my buffalo burger from Wings n More!! Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of "Larry the Cable Guy" - Git R Done!&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of c.Flow....Git R DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all lata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108612460420241712?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108612460420241712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108612460420241712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108612460420241712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108612460420241712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/06/howdy-it-is-june-1st-and-i-am-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108546153999128416</id><published>2004-05-25T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T01:05:39.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, real sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Having tech difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a good blog today and when I published it it became crossed with another blog and I got half my story and half someone else's about an italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Fairly creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Be back wehn I can figure out this wireless internet.&lt;br /&gt;EESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108546153999128416?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108546153999128416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108546153999128416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108546153999128416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108546153999128416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-everyone-real-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108519856065939220</id><published>2004-05-21T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T00:02:40.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm back!!! Well, for a little while! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long while, I figured out that a wireless internet router requires, DUH, a wireless card. I think I set it up right except for the fact that I can't access yahoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie, except that's where my email is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back and I'm bad for the time being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lonely because everyone seems to be gone except for me....but they'll be back...for SUMMER ONE! Da da da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my may mester class right now.  Women's Health.  And believe it our not, there's like 7 guys in my class, and they're pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we passed around plastic boobs to feels for the cancer lumps.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys got...plastic testicles.&lt;br /&gt;EWWW!!!! &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm enjoying cable and the WB.&lt;br /&gt;There's this new show called "Superstar USA", a spoof of American Idol where they pick the worst singer in the USA.  It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I'm on hiatus until next week, when I start work again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE call this pre-mid-summertime blues.&lt;br /&gt;But there's no song for that one yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, where's my DEUCE?&lt;br /&gt;lata playas&lt;br /&gt;c.Flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108519856065939220?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108519856065939220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108519856065939220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108519856065939220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108519856065939220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/05/okay-im-back-well-for-little-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108413308858165833</id><published>2004-05-09T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T16:08:05.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm living in two places right now, and it's hard to do that. &lt;br /&gt;Well, OK, I'm not really living at the sorority house anymore, but my computer's here cause I still got stuff to do on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would write about my fun day on FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I worked at the Heldenfels trailer ALL DAY buying back people's books.  10 hours of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, mister Bo Wilson, my dream yell leader came to sell back one book, and the computer wouldn't take it.  Guess I definitely blew my chances there! :)&lt;br /&gt;THEN, mister Grant Speakes walks up.  First time I thought I'd pay a guy like that with cash!&lt;br /&gt;And Finally, I went to the restroom, only to see the Hanson symbol written on the wall! &lt;br /&gt;What a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Michael took me out for my birthday dinner at Clementine's in downtown Bryan.  It's really cute and kinda pricey, but well worth it!  We were surrounded by kids in tuxes and prom dresses, not to mention the three Fish Camp people who walked in in their t shirts and jeans. They looked real embarrassed, ha! That's what happens when you underdress, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home, and that was the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start studying, I figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, in need of Phys 201, and FINC/MGMT 309 books. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub a dub dub, I now have my own tub!&lt;br /&gt;HASTA LA VISTA!&lt;br /&gt;And a big DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flow----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108413308858165833?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108413308858165833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108413308858165833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108413308858165833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108413308858165833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-im-living-in-two-places-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108382569247263878</id><published>2004-05-06T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T02:44:44.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOLD Y'all the blog would be back!  Sorry it took over a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what's been going on....&lt;br /&gt;Almost done with classes, made a B in that scary anatomy one. Good thing I get to take the second half of it IN THE FALL...&lt;br /&gt;Taking 13 hours this summer and teaching everyday except Wednesdays and Saturdays at the Rec.&lt;br /&gt;Working in the bookstore trailers right now on campus trying to earn some money to pay the bills! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Senior Farewell...all the older girls I'm close to, including my Big Sis Elicia, are leaving soon!&lt;br /&gt;This may have bee the hardest one cause I'm saying goodbye to people I actually know.  Before it was always like, um bye older chick, whatever your name was!&lt;br /&gt;A BIG SHOUT OUT to the senior wills....you girls made me cry...I am going to miss y'all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Mike and Katie left for DFdubya around 9:30 pm to go get our furniture!  With a four horse trailer, we were ready for action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and packed my life away! All my furniture and half the furniture for our new den in the duplex went into the trailer! Among other things, I had a bookcase dropped on me, and broke a nail.  Bruises, I am fine with...nails? These were expensive. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;We promptly went and got Katie's stuff and headed back to CS.  It took us forever to unload, we got done around 9:30 PM.  So there's 24 hours of wretched moving.&lt;br /&gt;I decided that from now on I am hiring people to move my stuff.....even a hoss like me can't afford another squashing by a piece of den furniture.&lt;br /&gt;But GUESS WHO else came back with me from home!!!&lt;br /&gt;My 23 pound tabby cat-PATCHES!&lt;br /&gt;The pride and joy of our new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY...Happy Cinco de Mayo!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up....tanned....ate lunch....went up to the Rec.&lt;br /&gt;They paged me on the intercom today at the Rec and I didn't eve get to hear it! One of my friends was all like "I totally heard your name today!"&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo upset I did not hear it.  Talk about the ultimate of coolness, having your very own name broadcast for hundreds of your college peers to hear.  And then not getting to hear it yourself. Dangit!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I unpacked and hung stuff all day today and learned that no matter how fat your cat is, he can still manage to jump on top of the washing machine....that foo is crazy! &lt;br /&gt;Francois and Amanda cooked BBQ chicken, rice, corn, and biscuits tonight, and then we ate ice cream.  It was a fun little festive gathering!&lt;br /&gt;I even dressed Patches up for Cinco de Mayo.  I attached pink fur to his collar! My my he looked handsome!&lt;br /&gt;Aterwards, I came back to the sorority house to get ready for Lambda Chi's "voodoo" crush party!&lt;br /&gt;After a much needed shower, me Kristy and Katie walked over to the frat house.  One of the joys of living on sorority row!  Anyways, our wonderful friends Marky Mark, Jason, Will and Ryan were there.  Mark had a parrot on his shoulder and Ryan had the whole African tribal thing goin.  I told him he was bringing heritage to the party, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am home, alone, while my roommates snuggle up in their beds and my cat prods around all by himself.  OOOO I miss him, and I can't wait till we get the internet there.  Thats why I'm not fully moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so crazy, trying to worry about finals, work, and responsibilities, all while trying to move from one place to another.  Priorities get shifted and then things fall apart. &lt;br /&gt;But BLAH for stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my 21st BIRTHDAY! I cannot even believe it, it's really gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I too will join the ranks of the privileged at Northgate, and will never wear an X on my hand again! WhOop!&lt;br /&gt;5 mo days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little update on Stompfest: we tore it up, but didn't place.  We'll make it happen. Ain't no thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to work sorting books in the store ALL DAY.  All for money.&lt;br /&gt;I swear...sometimes I think I would actually go for money over love...but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a small DEUCE after all..."&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;Madame Flow is back!&lt;br /&gt;YEOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108382569247263878?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108382569247263878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108382569247263878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108382569247263878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108382569247263878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/05/told-yall-blog-would-be-back-sorry-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108080562450511677</id><published>2004-04-01T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T02:49:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the Pi Phi Top Gun Crush Party!!! IT was "off da hook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had rehearsal from 5-10 for the show on Saturday!! Get READY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS!!! Me, Katie and Mark are gearing up to go se Ludacris tomorrow at Weed Arena! I cannot wait. I am planning my outfit as I type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our Stompfest coaches and they are so cool.  The Kappa Alpha Psi guys are teaching us how to "cane" right now, yall just wait.  We're gonna place this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NeW wOrD:  "Provocative"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some fun random AOL stuff..&lt;br /&gt;from my sweet and sassy BF, Michael:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHoss68: I love you, You are very special to me&lt;br /&gt;OOHoss68: I hate PTTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOHoss68: I almost got my truck towed&lt;br /&gt;OOHoss68: I hope you got your food, I gave it to Amanda, Sorry I did not see you, but I did see you dance and WOW!!! Your HOT!!!  &lt;br /&gt;OOHoss68: I love you         Call me when you get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee.....&lt;br /&gt;DEUCE!&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sister turned sixteen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108080562450511677?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108080562450511677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108080562450511677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108080562450511677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108080562450511677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-just-got-back-from-pi-phi-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108052876416240665</id><published>2004-03-28T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T21:55:18.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pimp name is Ghetto Fabulous C. Love&lt;br /&gt;http://www.playerappreciate.com/pimphandle.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108052876416240665?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108052876416240665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108052876416240665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108052876416240665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108052876416240665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-pimp-name-is-ghetto-fabulous-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-108041975618278578</id><published>2004-03-27T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T15:38:29.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and better than ever. &lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear about "the Destin trip" you must ask in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the present!!&lt;br /&gt;Today we did Big Event with the organization "Brothers Under Christ", which is pretty much a Christian frat.  My friend Brandon from high school is in it.  Anyways, there were about 12 of us, and we got to landscape and paint the trim on a family's house.  The people were fun, but the situation itself was much funnier.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the family puppy, Rocky, was in heat and like Courtney's leg.&lt;br /&gt;The backyard was home to the family prairie dog, Jessie, who had an underbite.&lt;br /&gt;The garden we made in the back was the former burial ground of the family bird, whose remains we dug up.  Ironically, the bird's name was "Ribs".  Out loud, Courtney says, "May he rest in piece" as she tosses his skull into a pile of weeds.  Naturally, she left room for me to throw in the classic punchline:  "You mean rest in pieces?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo good.......like momma always says, I shoulda been a comedienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at home, about to nap and get ready for an SAE pre-Chilifest date party, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Saturday night is the Dance Arts Spring Show, of which I am in two numbers!!! If you aren't at the Chilifest concert or Island Party, you should DEFINITELY come!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go...tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loved and missed you ALL!&lt;br /&gt;Especially KAtie....she took a trip to Hotlanta.&lt;br /&gt;And we are going to Luda on Thursday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU belive Luda is coming herE? Of all places? WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy late birthday to Jeff's Laura, and countdown to my little sister's sweet sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday to DEUCE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-108041975618278578?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/108041975618278578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=108041975618278578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108041975618278578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/108041975618278578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/howdy-im-back-and-better-than-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-107916369136939900</id><published>2004-03-13T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:43:49.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for Destin Florida in 8 hours with my four closest friends!!! and I am totally excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a "pow wow" and discussed driving and bag limits and all that icky stuff.  But now it is alomost time to go, and I get to drive first, WHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;I say whoop too much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, did my laundry @ Michael's and while that was going I went to see "The Passion".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a movie.  Whoa.  All I can say is...you gotta see it.  You have to.  Jesus is my hero. I literally cried hardcore for over half the movie, and I am NOT a cryer.  It was so real, and so moving.  He was a man, a real man with a mother and best friends, a man who prayed for the men who were nailing him to that cross. Please go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran errands with Michael because I won't get to see him for over a week.  And I know y'all are ll like "waah waah no boyfriend for a week" but if you are saying that, it's because you don't understand how wonderful the guy is, and how wonderful he makes me feel. ANYWAYS, we went all over B/CS and ended up at McAlister's for lunch.  Mmmm...sweetberry chicken sandwich. MMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to an orientation for this dance troupe in Bryan I'm volunteering with.  What's funny is that in the end of April we're putting on a dance benefit, just like in "Honey."  Kinda funny honey! hee hee hee! Those little black girls can move like nobody's business.  Me and the other volunteer, Missy, were trying to hang with em and all and she could but I looked like a frickin idiot.  Being white does have its drawbacks when you trying to "get low."  Just ask Missy.  She split the seat of her jeans when she did it tonight...oops!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dinner with long lost friend Richard!  It was fun! Headed to Taco C and then Starbucks and listened to John Fruischante's new album.  Richard, I know I didn't spell it right.  Anyways, there were some good songs that I could use when I take my dance minor choreography course next year.  YEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on dinner and lunch dates with all my aggie friends very soon...and all my other ones too.&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anyone come to College Station to visit? BLECCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, crush party is March 31st.  If any of you out of towners wanna come, lemme know, I'll see if I can hook it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, put this on your calendars:&lt;br /&gt;CORTNEY'S 21ST B-DAY BLAST&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Cortney&lt;br /&gt;WHAT:  21st Birthday Blast&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: May 12th, 2004 starting after my last final exam(but of course you know my ACTUAL birthday is May the 11)&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: starting at my new house and ending up on Northgate&lt;br /&gt;WHY: because a 21st birthday is nothing without you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;So please come. It would mean so much to me!! And bring your friends so I can meet them.  Chance are I'll be in the best mood ever!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys would not believe what my friend Sean dug up.  Back in high school I was having fun playing with webpages and whatnot and made one about my old high school.  This site is the gayest thing i've ever created, and is a true example of someone NOT updating their page. Just look at those dates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/tx/NaamanForestRules/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dorky.  I mean, I AM so dorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A GOOD SPRING BREAK, HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;"Everrbody in da club gettin' DEUCEY"&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-107916369136939900?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/107916369136939900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=107916369136939900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107916369136939900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107916369136939900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/eeesh-i-am-leaving-for-destin-florida.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-107905889638405011</id><published>2004-03-11T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:37:13.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY!!! At this moment, I am officially done with school, and on SPRING BREAK 2004!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, some parts sucked and some were good.&lt;br /&gt;What sucked is that I was up until 4 in the morning studying for my test because I didn't realize I was gonna be so long in rehearsal last night. So I finally got out and I had a ton to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke back up and studied more, went to do HOSTS, came back to school for my test in Modern, and then went straight to health and studied while he talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN I took the evil evil test...All I want is a B.&lt;br /&gt;With the test over, I scurried over to the Rec and worked out for about and hour fifteen, and then I headed out to the Greek Life office to see if I made Recruitment Counselor!&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID! WHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee haw, folks.  So if you  know any girls going thru rush that I know, don't tell them that I'll be a counselor. And don't remind them of what sorority I'm in! But I don't have to "diasaffiliate" till July! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have lots of preparation errands to do before we leave for Florida! But more will come on that LATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I get a deuce deuce?"&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-107905889638405011?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/107905889638405011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=107905889638405011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107905889638405011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107905889638405011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/howdy-at-this-moment-i-am-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-107890389058928807</id><published>2004-03-10T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T02:33:46.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are those quizzes "da bomb" or what?&lt;br /&gt;Except its really hard to get a different percentage. Go ahead and try em, see if you like em, send me the results.  All y'all gonna end up bein crackas, except for Jeff and prolly Amanda H. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well howdy ho peeps and welcome to another late night.  I'm up...two tests tomorrow, and the BIG ONE on Thursday.  But Thursday night I will have chill time with all my favorite people, and Saturday I leave for Florida.  And I get to go there because I have the best friends EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got up this morning and wasn't real motivated to do much except eat. Which is great, seeing as how I'll be wearing a bikini in t minus 3 days.  Oh well...tan fat looks better than white fat, BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a skills exam in ballet and then I went and studied for marketing for about 2 hours.  I headed back to Health and instead of listening, I made a masterpiece for one of my favorite people...the Mark!&lt;br /&gt;In the Battalion today there was a teenage skateboarder on the front page doing some kind of eXtreme pose.  It was all too good.  I ripped it out and proceeded to decorate it with "eXtreme" words and phrases, some fire, and geometric shapes. Chris suggested I add the word "wowzers" but after I gave him a quick tutorial on how not "eXtreme" that word was, he wisened up and agreed that my work was excellent the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next mission: deliver the art to Mark.  &lt;br /&gt;So here comes God, sending Mark to bump into me at Wehner, while I was literally holding my picture!! I was so excited to give it to Mark, and he graciously accepted my offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good day when you can brighten your and your friends' days with a simple picture of a skateboarding teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had class and health lab, came home, went to abs and back to do an observation, and I been studyin' since.  Whew.  I gots to get a break in....nope, can't be done, oh well. Bleccch. Anyone else have tests RIGHT AFTER spring break? Oh just me? Okay good.  Didn't want anyone else to stress out. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find anymore cool quizzes, they goin on here from now ON!&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"DaNcE, too much booty in the DEUCE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;you KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-107890389058928807?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/107890389058928807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=107890389058928807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107890389058928807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107890389058928807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/are-those-quizzes-da-bomb-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-107887414717201885</id><published>2004-03-09T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T18:21:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How embarrassing that I took two quizzes back to back and they ended up with perfect percentiles! GEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;These can't be right....come on, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/black/20.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;How BLACK are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/white/80.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;How WHITE are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-107887414717201885?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/107887414717201885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=107887414717201885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107887414717201885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107887414717201885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/how-embarrassing-that-i-took-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-107884078629719874</id><published>2004-03-09T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T09:02:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suprise!!!! This is the longest Blog break I've ever taken! But I wanted to freak you guys out today and start fresh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 Reasons I Haven't Written in almost Two Weeks:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My dad got fired from his job, meaning that money is nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was going to have to drop out of Spring Break cause of this, but my friends are now helping me get to go.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was freakin' emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told Mark, I don't want to be one of "those people" who "emotionally writes."  I have been commended for my remarkable ability to keep this content matter light and fluffy, perhaps bringing a spark of sunshine to your once gloomy day.  And that's what I'm here for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news since I was last here:  I am now the 2004 Stompfest Chair for my sorority!!! We got partnered up with Kappa Alpha Psi and Sigma Gamma Rho.  Could I be any luckier?  We are going to kick booty this year and April 14th we gon' bring down tha house, you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I signed a lease for my new duplex with Katie and Amanda.  1400 square feet of greatness, including Cortney's own bathroom, walk-in closet, and bedroom.  Kinda nice compared to the box I share with Katie right now.  WE even have a deck, and a backyard, and attic, and a washer/dryer!  WHOOP!  Cannot wait to move in in the start of May.&lt;br /&gt;We also went out to Northgate for Courtney's 21st!  I split my time between there and Shadow Canyon.  Michael went over there with me to dance, and told me he was getting frustrated because he doesn't dance like I do.  Like I care!!!  I just like having him around.  Yeah he wears boots and all, but he'll learn to dance. If I could teach Clint, I can teach anyone!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA that reminds me.  Michael helped Clint, who you all know as my previous boyfriend of four years, and another guy break into his condo.  They seemed to get along well from what they've both told me.  But how weird is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 days I leave for Destin, Florida with my 4 best friends, and I couldn't be more excited.  But first I have three tests to get thru! Wish me luck if you see me...it is needed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I sang a song for Katie about Mr. Bojangles...and she loved it.  "Mr. Bojangles was a tap dancing black man..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is turning out to be more informative than enticing, but I'm having to get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make a comment about the lack of fashion sense in my marketing class.  You thought the girls with the butterfly stick in her hair was bad?  There's this one dude who comes in, removes his motorcycle masks, and plops down in his seat.  He's pretty cute, resembles Josh Hartnett a bit.  But his shoes! God bless him....they were these brown sandal slide, but in the heel was an air pocket, like on a Nike shoe.  They were the ugliest things I have ever seen, and I feel nothing but hope for this young man now.  &lt;br /&gt;How can you date a guy with taste like that in shoes? Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to look at my copy of the "Midnight Velvet" Spring 2004 Catalogue, I have it in my room.  I have never seen such glorious pantsuits and more realistis looking tribal figurines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'ma go do the A-town stomp and vamoose cause I got a skills test in ballet this mo' ning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Say hello to my little DEUCE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-107884078629719874?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/107884078629719874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=107884078629719874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107884078629719874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107884078629719874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/03/suprise-this-is-longest-blog-break-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450682.post-107774555614135460</id><published>2004-02-25T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:47:58.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick study break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWAY Message of the Day, courtesy of Brian @ UT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: Do you like your shake, Slater?&lt;br /&gt;AC: I like it when you shake, momma... and I can't wait for the next earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm taking this quiz cause everyone has it on their profile:&lt;br /&gt;And here's the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61% (Dixie). A definitive Southern score!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if that's good, OR GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Harvell, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MMMBop ba duba dop ba DEUCE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.Flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450682-107774555614135460?l=cortney33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/feeds/107774555614135460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5450682&amp;postID=107774555614135460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107774555614135460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450682/posts/default/107774555614135460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortney33.blogspot.com/2004/02/quick-study-break-away-message-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02121712964465800098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scEzlmKXduA/STNpsumfYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7mbtOCQTCRQ/s1600-R/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
