tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72715462935532600492024-03-18T19:52:07.458-07:00The Seaside of Life...Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-64738514328082114912011-09-21T12:36:00.000-07:002011-09-21T12:36:15.122-07:00A Robert Browning study break. . .So, I haven't blogged in over a year. Tragic, I know. Life is busy as an SFA student, and I have been studying all morning for a test I have later tonight. Naturally, my mind drifted, leading me to a quick "Love Letters of Great Men" reading session, and I thought...hmmm, what better time to write a blog than when I am supposed to be studying for a test? Spoken like a true procrastinator. So, here I am. I don't have time to allow myself to indulge in my own original thoughts, but I do have time to share with my MANY, *chuckle* followers, one of my favorite love letter excerpts from my book. Delight yourself in the words of Robert Browning, written to his bride, Elizabeth Barrett, on the morning of their wedding day. I did, and it, indeed, brightened my day. Happy humpday to all!<br />
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<em>To Elizabeth Barrett on the morning of their wedding day, </em><br />
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<em>You will only expect a few words. What will those be? When the heart is full it may run over; but the real fullness stays within. . . Words can never tell you . . . how perfectly dear you are to me - perfectly dear to my heart and soul. I look back and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence - you have been entirely perfect to me - I would not change one word, one look. My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to fall from it - for which I trust to God, who procured it for me, and doubtless can preserve it. Enough now, my dearest own Ba! You have given me the highest, completest proof of love that ever one human being gave another. I am all gratitude - and all pride . . . that my life has been so crowned by you. Robert Browning</em> <br />
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Ladies and gentleman, they don't make 'em like that anymore.Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-33433942321981089912010-09-09T13:58:00.000-07:002010-09-09T14:00:13.601-07:00AUBURN: An Evolutionary Experience...If only I could remember my very first experience on the gameday plains of Auburn, Alabama; to be able to recall what it was like to see the tiger walk from my father's shoulders, or the flight of the eagle as my mother held me on her hip. My <em>Auburn experience </em>began long before I was able to walk, or talk for that matter. I am sure it could very easily be compared to my 3 year old niece, Ava's, first time to see Ariel at Disney World. <em>Magical.</em> Nonetheless, <em>my </em>memory of my first experiences on the plains began when I was in grade school. Those memories are filled with a group of childhood friends that came together at every home football game, because our parents' were all best friends. The grassy lawns of Auburn University's campus were our stompin' grounds every Saturday in the fall that the Tigers hosted an opposing team. Those Saturdays were filled with rituals like walking to the Haley Center multiple times a day to stock up on gameday shirts, face tattoos and any other <em>orange and blue</em> paraphernalia that we could get our hands on, riding the Lowder elevator all the way to the top floor, multiple times, to get a skyline view of all the gameday festivities, the Tiger Walk, and flag football on the Cary Hall lawn: the best tailgate spot around. We had the same seats every year, and at every home game, my best friend and I would sit in our seats with our Auburn University notepads, anxiously awaiting kickoff so that we could record every detail of the game into our notebooks that we bought at the Haley Center earlier that day. We stood surrounded by a sea of burnt orange and navy blue, just the two of us; such a small part of what we refer to as the <em>Auburn family</em>, but we felt larger than life. I had never been so proud to be a part of something. Little did I know that I had hardly scratched the surface of what it would feel like to be a part of the <em>Auburn family...</em><br />
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My experiences on the gameday plains continued on throughout high school. I had made new friends, and one by one, I would introduce them to my <em>Auburn experience </em>and all the people that had been a part of it for so many years. It was something that I was proud of; my team and my gameday stompin' grounds. I would walk them through the crowded plains, show them the Auburn spirit on the faces of my fellow fans and teach them my gameday rituals. Some of them were fellow Auburn fans that had never had the gameday experience, and some were even Alabama fans. They always left in one of two ways; with a deeper appreciation for a team they already loved, or as a BAMA fan with orange and blue hair and an Auburn sweatshirt...it never failed, and I can even count for at least two people who never wore another BAMA t-shirt in their lives. True story. <br />
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I always knew that attending Auburn University was in my future, so when the time came to graduate high school, I wasted no time making my way there. I may not be able to remember my very first Auburn gameday experience, but forever etched in my memory is the day that <em>The Loveliest Village on the Plains</em> became more to me than just the place where I spent most of my Saturdays of Fall; it became my home. After a horrific parking experience that ended in stress-related tears and me giving a fellow Auburn student "the bird", I made my way to my very first class in none other than the <em>Haley Center. </em>I cannot put into words what it felt like to walk into that building <em>as</em> <em>a student</em>. In an instant, I went from <em>loving Auburn </em>to <em>being Auburn</em>. I got the same feeling when I walked into my first class at Cary Hall, another place that I knew well as a child. In the years that I spent at college, all that is Auburn became an important part of who I am. The times that I had there, and the friends that I made there are precious. I am a part of the Auburn family, the family that all those who share my love are also a part of. For me, that family also has a <em>core </em>that is made up of the people that shared in <em>my </em>Auburn experience and made it one to remember. Those memories live in the deepest part of my soul, and my soul shines in a different light now. When I stand amidst the sea of what is now mostly all orange in Jordan Hare Stadium, and the eagle takes its flight, I almost always shed a tear. I acquire a huge lump in my throat, and it usually doesn't subside until after the first snap. This rush of emotion is not about a football game, or whether or not we win or lose. It is about my <em>Auburn experience</em> and it's evolution. Standing in that stadium, I cannot help but to be overcome with emotion. It takes me back to tag football on the Cary Hall lawn and sunrises on the porch with friends that I now consider to be my family. There is nothing petty about that.<br />
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That <em>experience</em> will live on tonight as I watch the Tigers play the Bulldogs along with my parents and their friends, which possibly is what inspired this blog, as they are the ones who passed down their <em>Auburn experience </em>to me. I am forever grateful for that. <em>Let the games begin...</em>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-8931215787949018192010-09-09T08:55:00.000-07:002010-09-09T08:55:04.030-07:00Traveling Thoughts and Sneak PeaksI know. I know. I haven't blogged in way too long. In fact, I'm having blogging withdrawals. This may sound crazy, but I feel like I have SO many thoughts lately that it's hard to concentrate. I've recently started back in school, and I have to commute to Panama City three days a week and I LOVE IT. <em>The commute that is...</em> Alone in my car, riding with my thoughts and my music. It's therapeutic, and it's one of my favorite things to do. I've probably written 10 blogs in the last 2 weeks...<em>in my head.</em> Unfortunately, it's frowned upon to <em>blog and drive</em> or else I could have shared them all. Seriously, I really think that I have the skills to be able to do it. I am an avid texter, and it's not because I'm a wannabe "tween". It's because I despise actual phone conversations. Of course, now that I live 5 hours away from a lot of my favorite people, phone conversations are kind of a key factor to my correspondence. Anyways, my completely irrelevant point is that I am completely capable of <em>blogging and driving</em>, but for the sake of the judgemental society in which we live in -<em>lol- </em>and for the sake of the very small percentage of a chance that I <em>could</em> possibly cause an accident...I don't do it. Therefore, leaving my followers "<em>The few, the proud", </em>with nothing to read. However, this may be a blessing in disguise, because I'm not sure if the world is ready for the things that go through my mind when I'm alone in my car...no joke. I think I'll keep that thought process to myself for now. New blog to come soon though! There is something that I have been dying to blog about, but haven't found the time lately. Something along the lines of, <em>"If you want to make a complete ass of yourself via facebook, go RIGHT ahead...it's your ass, not mine. But, do not 'vague-book' (urbandictionary.com) about me, because even though it makes me laugh and gives me something to make jokes out of, I do not like being associated with teenage drama. Thanks for the laugh though. Really." </em><br />
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I'll be seeing y'all again soon.Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-86418333247550510032010-07-23T13:00:00.000-07:002010-07-23T13:37:03.345-07:00Compromise. Embrace it.<span style="font-size: large;">Compromise</span>. It is one of the most necessary and determining acts in this life. It is the soul of the <i>give and take </i>relationship people have with one another. We all make compromises every single day; sometimes without even realizing it. It can be one of the most difficult, yet most <i>natural</i> acts of our daily lives. Compromise is crucial to the flow of life. Without it, we would all be trapped in a dark and selfish world in which we refused to give selflessly to others for a common good; therefore, bereaving our lives of the light that shines from spiritual gifts offered by others. I believe it is safe to say that compromising with one another is a good thing. When we stand stubborn in our ways, we often miss the chance to let something or someone into our life that brings forth enrichment. We should always strive to be open to compromise. <br />
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However, lately I have been doing a lot of thinking about the relationship of compromise with ones self. Sometimes, we find ourselves in a situation in which, in order to remain stable, we have to compromise who we are. I say we <i>have</i> to, but I suppose I should say that we <i>choose </i>to. We have all been guilty of it at some point in our lives. It's amazing to me how easy it is for us humans to compromise ourselves and our values. After all, we spend our entire lives becoming who we are, through many trials and tribulations; we question ourselves, we travel along beaten and unbeaten paths trying to figure it out. We choose the things that we believe in, and we sometimes face adversity for being passionate and standing our ground, but in the end, it makes us who we are. Then, something or someone comes along, and suddenly we feel the need to compromise those beliefs and values in order to fit them into our lives. I've learned throughout my life, that the benefits from compromising who I am are very short-lived. Eventually, the real version catches up to the compromised version of ourselves. Another life lesson learned...<br />
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I don't think that we ever stop learning about who we are. There are times when I feel like a walking contradiction. I can be grounded and spontaneous all in the same breath. So, it can be confusing. Is this me <i>compromising myself</i>, or is this just life teaching me something about myself that has always been there, but below the surface? Compromising ourselves can often lead to the feeling that we've lost our sense of dignity, but I think it can also lead to realizing that maybe we weren't compromising our self after all; we were going against our grain, and as a result, learning something new about our self. So, as long as our dignity is in tact and we feel good about ourselves...I say, <i>embrace it.</i> We all have different sides to ourselves, and sometimes it takes a new job, a new city or a complete stranger to bring that <i>other side</i> out. <i>Live it....</i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #e06666;">It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. -e.e. cummings</span></i>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-57020924743084523682010-07-15T16:29:00.000-07:002010-07-15T19:14:49.312-07:00I'll Settle for Life...To settle, or to be content in a life or in a situation in which your happiness has not reached it's full potential; it's a tempting idea, and I can even understand why so many people do it. However, forgive me if I don't join the others on that bandwagon. I'm twenty-seven and single....by <i>choice, </i>not by chance. I have a wonderful family and an amazing group of friends; my life is complete. Yes, of course, I do look forward to the day that comes with the man I will spend the rest of my life with, and build a family with; however, I do not need that man to make my life complete. I have had many an opportunity to <i>settle</i>, and you would think that the older I get, the more tempting it would be, but it's the exact opposite. Some may say that I get more and more picky with age, but I say that I get wiser and more in-tune with myself and what it is that I want out of this life. I have seen one too many people desperately try to turn <i>Mr. Right Now </i>into <i>Mr. Right</i> because they are "twenty-something" years old and that's just what you do when you're "twenty-something"....you get married. Well, not this girl. I will not mold someone into who I want them to be, and I do not need to change who I am for anyone else. I refuse to just be <em>content</em>. <br />
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Do I question decisions made in the past? Yes, all the time. Do I wonder if there has been one wrong decision that should have been made differently? Most definitely. However, do I question that I'm in exactly the right place in my life as of today? Absolutely not. Here and now is exactly where I am supposed to be. I have never been more sure of that. God has a plan for this world that we reside in, and the life that I live is a part of that plan. There are some days that I will pass a couple on the street, in a restaurant, or in the comfort of a friend's home, that exudes love and happiness, and with my head slightly tilted and a simple grin on my face, I will drift off into a dream of the simplest day that I will spend with the love of my life; walking our dog, enjoying dinner at our favorite restaurant, or simply soaking up life from our lawn chairs. I would be lying if I said that I do not hope for that. However, I'm not waiting around for life to happen, because it is already happening. I live for today, and <em>today</em>, I am happy. I am 27 years old and single, and I am happy. Imagine that. <br />
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<em><span style="color: purple;">"When it comes to relationships, maybe we're all in glass houses, and shouldn't throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies." -Carrie, Sex and the City</span></em>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-5822067278851053522010-07-06T16:07:00.000-07:002010-07-06T16:07:34.793-07:00ex-pe-ri-ence [ik-speer-ee-uhns]-noun<br />
<strong>1. </strong>something lived through<br />
<strong>2. </strong>observation of events as they occur<br />
<strong>3. </strong>knowledge gained from such things<br />
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<em>"Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes." Oscar Wilde </em><br />
Perhaps this is true. However, it is my belief, that a mistake only becomes experience when you learn from it. If you don't learn anything from mistakes made, then they remain just that, mistakes. Everyone makes them, but unfortunately, one does not always learn from them. Experience can be a very powerful thing, but only if you allow it. Learn from your mistakes and use that knowledge to better yourself as a person. Chances are, the mistakes that we all make, were made for a reason; to teach us a lesson that God intended for us to learn. <br />
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That is all that I have for today. I hope that everyone had a safe and fun holiday weekend!<br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>A righteous man may have many troubles; but the Lord delivers him from them all.</strong> </span></em>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-16476125899210691782010-06-23T14:14:00.000-07:002010-06-23T14:14:11.991-07:00Prayers and New AdventuresHello fellow bloggers! I guess without realizing it I have been on somewhat of a "blog break." There has been a lot going on in my world, which has resulted in my lack of blogging....I apologize to my many interested readers...ha! <br />
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I would like to start by saying that one of my very best friends' father is battling Melanoma and just found out that it has spread to his brain. He has been fighting, and continues to fight, a very hard battle. I have the utmost respect for his courage and ability to remain positive and strong for his family. He and his entire family need your prayers, as do I. I have a very heavy heart for my best friend and the battle that she is facing. I pray everyday for the strength and wisdom to be the kind of friend that she needs right now.<br />
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Also, I have decided to take on a couple of new projects in the near future. Since moving to the beach, I have wanted to take Yolo Boarding lessons. I found a place that offers them, but they had been put on hold because of the situation with the oil spill. I am determined to find someone who will teach me. Not only does it look like fun, but it's a great workout as well. Also, as some of you probably already know, the oil is starting to hit our beaches here. They haven't hit the beaches near my house off of 30A, but it has hit places nearby, which means it's not far away. I plan to volunteer in whatever way I can to help keep our beatiful beaches clean, and sea life safe. Wish me luck on my new adventures.<br />
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That's all I have time for today, but I will be blogging again very soon. Before I go, I would like to give a birthday shoutout to the little boy that I keep everyday, Ezra. Today is his 2 year old birthday. I am very thankful that I found such a special family to work for. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA!!<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"Sometimes opportunity knocks at a inopportune time. In my opinion, these are the opportunities most worth seizing." Kat original :)</b></span></i>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-69649097652797981992010-06-05T13:15:00.000-07:002010-06-05T13:16:40.798-07:00The Bread to my Shit Sandwich<i><b>"Life is a shit sandwich, but if you have enough bread, you don't taste the shit." Jonathan Winters</b></i><br />
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Not only am I sharing this quote with my fellow <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">bloggers</span> because of it's comical value, but also because, when I read it, it made me think about my own personal "shit sandwich," and all of the wonderful people who are my "bread." I have amazing people in my life. I know that everyone says that, but I honestly do. I have the kind of parents that, in a world where it is so hard to do so, have given me the best example of what life and marriage could and should be like. They have taught me the true meaning of love between two people, in all of it's "<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">unperfectness</span>." Their love gives me faith in finding my own.<br />
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I have the sister of all sisters. The kind of sister that gives and gives and never stops, even when I may not deserve it-or anyone else for that matter. She has the sweetest soul of anyone that I know. She is the only person that I know that can be so sweet and so strong all at the same time. I like to believe that some of that rubbed off on me, but not nearly as much. She has given me the two greatest gifts that I have received in this lifetime, being my two amazingly beautiful nieces. On my darkest day, just seeing their sweet faces can make it shine at it's brightest. For my sister, I am forever grateful.<br />
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I come from a very small family. Some people have great big families full of many many loved ones. I have a family of fewer people, but it's filled with just as much love as all of those great big ones. They are all I need. I grew up with wonderful grandparents on each side of my family, who, in completely different ways, taught me so many valuable lessons in love, and how, when it's in it's truest form, it can endure anything. I have two very sweet aunts, two uncles that would have my back and you on yours if you were to think about messing with me, 3 great cousins (add one 2nd cousin, Ethan), and some pretty good great aunts/uncles as well. Life is good in the life of the Jones/Morrison family :)<br />
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And the last, but definitely not least, honorable mention in my "shit sandwich" blog would be my amazing friends. Those people that come along, one by one, on life's journey. They are the loves of my life. They come from all different walks of my life. From childhood friends, to high school, to college and thereafter. They all serve a different purpose in my life, and I in theirs. As a whole, they are, no doubt, the glue that holds my life together. In my opinion, no words can express, nor can a high enough value be placed, on the sanctity of friendship. In the words of "Big" from <i>Sex and the City</i> to Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha, speaking of Carrie..."You girls are the loves of her life. Any guy is just lucky to come in fourth place." Amen to that.<br />
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So, with all of this being said...I would like to dedicate this blog to all of the people, who most definitely know who they are, that make up the "bread" to my "shit sandwich." In a crazy world that is often full of doubt, you all have remained constant and undoubted. My "shit sandwich" just wouldn't be the same if I lost a single one of you.<br />
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To make up for the mortifying fall, I proceeded to walk to Barnes and Noble after dinner and buy 4 new books. I am currently reading <em>A Lesson Before Dying</em> by Ernest J. Gaines. I'm not very far into it, but it has definitely already made up for the fall...I have a serious knack for picking out a good book. <br />
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I spent the first half of my Sunday at the pool with my new book, and also apparently with a pool full of non-bachelors attending the Bachelor party of the guy who was obviously the very last to take the plunge. I'll be surprised if he goes through with it considering all the poor guy's friends did the whole time was dis on their wives/marriages. One guy's wife sucked at cooking. Another guy's wife thought she was a really good cook, but little did she know.... One of the wives gained 20 pounds within a month of the wedding date. I mean, the list goes on and on. Somehow I still managed to stay enthralled in my new book... Oh , and they also referred to a "cooler" as an "ice chest." It was quite entertaining. <br />
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As a pleasant surprise, I spent the second half of my Sunday out on "Plan Bee" (the name of a friend of ours' boat) at Crab Island. Ohhhh Crab Island. If you think you've heard of it, but don't remember if you've been there before, then you definitely haven't been there. A friend of mine made the comment that, "It's like Talladega on the water, replacing the race cars with boats, minus the race." This is so true. It's always a good time though. It was just a small taste compared to what is in store this coming weekend....<br />
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Speaking of this weekend...I will spend this entire week preparing for it. It's gonna be a doozy. Lots of friends coming in town, off work Friday and Saturday. If you need me, I'll either be posted up beachside or boatside.....<br />
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<em><span style="color: #20124d;">"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." John Lubbock</span></em>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-56006490997946088172010-05-22T13:32:00.000-07:002010-05-22T13:32:05.642-07:00A Saturday in Tune...Hola!<br />
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Have I mentioned how glad I am to be back in the world of blogging? I'm pretty happy about it.<br />
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So, I'm working today at the gallery in Seaside. Considering the summer season has not quite peaked yet, days are a little slow here at times. I sit at my desk with my smart water, my blackberry, and the infamous MAC computer that I have fallen madly in love with. I immediately turn on Pandora radio and my day begins. A day full of amazing music can do wonders for the soul. I have always been a lover of music, and as most of my friends would agree, my taste in music has always been slightly off of the beaten path. Where most people see sadness in a particular song, I see beauty. Where some people see "weirdness" in a certain song, I see "uniqueness." On any given bad day, I can find all the comfort I need in a long drive and a good playlist. It's an amazing thing. I feel sorry for people who listen to music, but never truely <i>hear it</i>. Music can surface thoughts and emotions that you never knew existed. It can take you back to moments passed. It can literally cleanse the impurities of your soul if you let it. Music keeps me in tune with myself. I live for days like today.....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>"If music be the food of love; play on." -William Shakespeare</i></span>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-6517312728356668242010-05-21T11:06:00.000-07:002010-07-11T07:29:42.341-07:00Re-vamped. Re-energized. Really happy. And, most importantly, Re-located.Well guys, I'm back! I apologize to my 2 followers for disappearing for so long. I know how hard that must have been for ALL of you. I will take this opportune time to update you ALL on where the hell I've been for the last, err, I don't know exactly how long...<br />
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</div><div>-Well let me start by saying that the boyfriend that is spoken of in the previous blogs, well, how should I say this? Ummm...he did not make the cut. Much to everyone's surprise...considering no one ever has. I wish the best for him...some things just aren't meant to work out. That's all we'll say about that. </div><div><br />
</div><div>-Now that I got that out of the way, I can talk about how awesome my life is right now. I have recently made a HUGE change in my life, and moved to the fabulous city of Destin...or Santa Rosa Beach, if I wanna sound snobby. I mean, as if the city itself isn't enough brighten any one's life, I have the added plus of getting to see my sister and beautiful nieces EVERY. SINGLE. DAY! I know, right? It's amazing. Much to my sister's disbelief, I love nothing more than waking up every morning to their screaming voices insisting that I wake up RIGHT THEN! I don't even mind them trampling me in my own bed, letting me know that they mean business. I wouldn't trade it for the world....well, at least not until I find my own place. haha It's a wonderful life I am living here, and it has been a very enlightening experience...one in which I'm sure I will blog about in the days to come. Basically, I found a job as a nanny for a wonderful family that resides in Grayton/Blue Mountain Beach. The husband, Lee Crum, is a pretty nationally known photographer. They own a photography gallery in Seaside, The Gallery of Photographs, where I also work as a gallery assistant. Life. is. Good. </div><div><br />
</div><div>-Since living here in the Sunshine State, I have enrolled myself in "Destin Bootcamp." Yep, that's what I said. Crazy enough, I LOVE IT!! I feel better than I ever have before. It is a series of very intense, circuit-training type workout sessions with a personal trainer. We do most of our workouts on the beach, oddly enough, considering I'm slightly OCD about getting "sandy." I actually think it is slowly curing my obsessive-compulsiveness on this issue. Pretty soon I'll be kickin' ass and takin' names. Not hardly, but at least I know I could if need be....</div><div><br />
</div><div>I am going to go ahead and welcome myself back to the world of blogging. I have missed it, and I have a lot to say these days. More to come soon....<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">"Open your heart - open it wide; there is someone standing outside." -Mary Engelbreit</span></i></div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-70131142695567152512009-03-09T11:11:00.000-07:002009-03-09T11:58:35.679-07:00Yay for Spring, Boo for skin-cancer!Summer is near my friends. The warmth of the sun is slowly progressing day by day, ingenerating a brightness inside of my soul. This is my favorite time of the year; the passing of winter to spring, and more importantly the change in my skin tone from pasty white to a more not-so-pasty tone. This is always a good thing. However, every year, the sunbathing tradition scares me more and more. As much as I love laying in that chair, eyes closed, soaking in the strongest of the sun's rays day after day, as much as possible, I refuse to do so without the proper protection. I do not want to be leather-face by the time that I am 35, nor do I want skin cancer, so I have turned into somewhat of a sunscreen nazi, and I would encourage the rest of you to do the same. You cannot turn back the "aging-clock" of time, well, not without lots of money and a risk of looking like Joan Rivers once you become addicted to it, so my vote is for the much more simple and affordable approach....SUNSCREEN!! And, no, SPF 4 does not do the job! If the thought of your skin one day resembling pig-skin is not enough to scare you, then the very-possible risk of skin cancer should. This includes tanning beds people! If you go by the books, you should always wear minimun of 30 SPF when sunbathing, and reapply every 2 hours. I cannot say that I am that strict with myself, but I promise to make a conscious effort to do so, as long as the rest of you will put forth some effort as well. I challenge each and every one of you (again, pretending I have tons of readers) to put aside your vanity, grab some sunscreen and APPLY!...everyday before you leave the house. You don't have to be sunbathing in order for your skin to be damaged. Famous words from my mother and mothers around the world I'm sure..."Just because you are wearing sunscreen does not mean you won't get any sun!" My mom exhausted this expression every summer growing up, and I never took her advice until now, and much to my surprise, she was right! You can still achieve that summer glow, except without the sunburn and the peeling of your skin. Peeling skin=not good! I am a HUGE fan of <em>gradual </em>self tanners such as Jergens and Aveeno, and also of spray tans for that quick "special event" tan. Consider yourself officially challenged! It's not going to be easy, but I can promise that it will be worth it! Ok everyone, on your mark....get set.....GO!! TO YOUR LOCAL WALGREENS TO BUY SOME SUNSCREEN....and self tanner or whatever else you need.<br /><br />I love Walgreens by the way!Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-49527341823705614612009-03-04T14:01:00.000-08:002009-03-04T14:48:03.282-08:00Bachelor trash and Bluegrass bash<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30fyiMQRZ0tCWSH_fQAWInn1hhbmsct27vuntb2lZ0MNmT4mKgx1Z5kg2kNgyeV-6KWeZo7D4_NdfuDC4DkhyphenhyphenFz8Cxxgw9pZWSeKi3vQccPV5I1NYisafCoyK9jf-NWPx71NRcgP7OiNC/s1600-h/jillian.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461460752308626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30fyiMQRZ0tCWSH_fQAWInn1hhbmsct27vuntb2lZ0MNmT4mKgx1Z5kg2kNgyeV-6KWeZo7D4_NdfuDC4DkhyphenhyphenFz8Cxxgw9pZWSeKi3vQccPV5I1NYisafCoyK9jf-NWPx71NRcgP7OiNC/s320/jillian.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Not-So-Breaking News: Jason Mesnick is a Douchebag!</span><span style="font-size:100%;">....and a cry baby.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jillian is the new Bachelorette just as I predicted. YAY!!!! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm going to Auburn this weekend for a Bluegrass festival and I am SUPER-STOKED about it! I can't even put into words how bad I need to get out of this town :) It's going to be a very sunny weekend on the plains and I am so excited! My best friend Amy is coming and bringing her "new man"...which I am very excited about, because well she is really excited about it, and he seems like a REALLY good guy. Can't wait to meet him! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's been a pretty good week so far. Had dinner and Bachelor finale on Monday with the girls, my boyfriend's birthday dinner yesterday, and now just looking forward to a relaxing, sunny weekend in one of my favorite little towns :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Oh yeah, so does anyone know any good tv shows that come on Monday nights?? My friends and I need to replace our "Dinner and the Bachelor" night with "Dinner and some other show" night, and so we're trying to figure it out. I know that new show Lie to Me is supposed to be really good. Maybe we'll just make it "Dinner and rent-a-movie" night?? I hope everyone is having a good week!</div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Watch a man in times of... adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off." -Lucretius</span></em></div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-26230830414632286902009-02-27T11:50:00.000-08:002009-02-27T12:41:54.687-08:00My not so "rose-colored" blog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99DFzyKGhoYC80VdkiFyVKy2MZSEoY4OilunB9ffd-gLc2lywfw3PPUEYccAP5F5R2X0fVntN2UOI8xCmgY9lKUYOxz0m8IwLHW9TpGiSR9RDLvPlh4_gHjZFRcsqSBAPQul6VGpqhAqf/s1600-h/summer+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579397674646786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99DFzyKGhoYC80VdkiFyVKy2MZSEoY4OilunB9ffd-gLc2lywfw3PPUEYccAP5F5R2X0fVntN2UOI8xCmgY9lKUYOxz0m8IwLHW9TpGiSR9RDLvPlh4_gHjZFRcsqSBAPQul6VGpqhAqf/s320/summer+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyr6L8mKajh5DzhJ9RAmVhUy2GjeBozO3imVGjhl86UD2hQrZLgvWeQUEmFYhKMoMQXwW69nW4QQHzSnH7DkGMbj05AvHuqMyGAiDrrmEEqvsrZXI03q8d7wXAt6hvuuBxOmFMRJUGFkiJ/s1600-h/summer+001.jpg"></a><br /><div>"Yeah, this is my town! na na na na naaa..." Love me some Montgomery Gentry ;)</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.gadsdentimes.com/article/20090225/NEWS/902250297/1016/NEWS01">http://www.gadsdentimes.com/article/20090225/NEWS/902250297/1016/NEWS01</a></div><br /><div>This is a really sad story, but I mean, come on! How does this happen???</div><br /><br /><div></div><div> </div><div>I know I know. I haven't blogged in quite a few days now. I feel horrible that I have left my handful of readers with nothing to read, but being that my blog is titled "My world through rose colored glasses," I was having some problems coming up with anything "rose-colored" to blog about. The crazy thing about that is, that in reality I have SO MANY rose-colored things and people in my life, but for some reason we overlook those things when something is going wrong in our lives. I have been pretty down in the dumps lately, and I have tried to disguise it as much as I can; however, much to my dismay, I haven't been doing a very good job at it. I keep getting the dreaded, "Is everything ok with you?" question. I lose my ability to hold it all together when people start asking questions. Apparently, it's "good to talk about your feelings" or something like that. So, I have been trying that, but mostly it's been talking to myself...at night....when I should be sleeping, which equals no sleep...which is NO GOOD for my stress levels. I'm working on it though. The most important thing though, is for me to keep in mind that I have GREAT people in my life. Family, friends, boyfriend...and they support me 100%. I am extremely lucky to have such a wonderful support system, so THANKYOU to all my people who have been there for me through so many tough times, and also for being there for me now. I love all of you!</div></div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-26380503426673319662009-02-23T10:24:00.000-08:002009-02-23T11:37:39.603-08:00Bad day. Big fish.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2fkBQpNmQgY8y2ugagFlRuoF83G730b-vDqAM4DQ9nSEw3FjDsfg5UMz8BVX7DdmgAihWRKek8qnPvUgbNTkVGwsgnYdI67C18GoHSaf5kc3bgs2yIRJWkrBj4iYec4FCIxpG6gYgne7/s1600-h/CIMG1495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306078045598538898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2fkBQpNmQgY8y2ugagFlRuoF83G730b-vDqAM4DQ9nSEw3FjDsfg5UMz8BVX7DdmgAihWRKek8qnPvUgbNTkVGwsgnYdI67C18GoHSaf5kc3bgs2yIRJWkrBj4iYec4FCIxpG6gYgne7/s320/CIMG1495.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I can't blog today. Sorry to the two people who actually read it. I just don't feel like it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Maybe later though. </div><br /><p>* The picture is of my mom with an exceptionally large brim that she caught in our lake..."Lake Jonesy." It holds the world's largest brim. Seriously.</p>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-7759076563997856412009-02-18T20:26:00.000-08:002009-02-18T21:27:19.922-08:00The Strutting Duck: I came. I saw. I conquered. Part 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxj6PE7D8zd6RlaSq-PGyCDKcT50S8Ifl65P7FShcTGk4CUvCDUHQSJOub7dE3gzQq7sccDUpfaUMarBEefqOEFLND78hY_f30VJ9GjdvumusTq5HdtszDL5O7dgK6Etmuh_Z7gmnjl6F/s1600-h/DSCN0737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304374325112878114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxj6PE7D8zd6RlaSq-PGyCDKcT50S8Ifl65P7FShcTGk4CUvCDUHQSJOub7dE3gzQq7sccDUpfaUMarBEefqOEFLND78hY_f30VJ9GjdvumusTq5HdtszDL5O7dgK6Etmuh_Z7gmnjl6F/s320/DSCN0737.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, I just got a facebook message from "The Strutting Duck" informing me of a bluegrass music festival happening at the beginning of March. Even though I am SUPER-STOKED about this event, for oh-so-many reasons...it is not the reason for this blog. For those of you who don't know...(I like to pretend that people that don't know me actually find my blog interesting)...ok, so for those of you who don't know, The Strutting Duck is what I would call the perfect description of a "dive bar," located in Auburn, AL. It is a place that is very near and dear to my heart, not only because of the memories that will last a lifetime, the friends that were made, or the nights I can't remember, but also because of (excuse my language please, there is no other way to say this) the funny-ass shit that happens there....and more than likely, nowhere else. I am going to use this blog as a tribute to some, but not nearly all, of the funny-ass shit that I have experienced at the Strutting Duck. Enjoy<br /><br />*line dancin', high-waisted wrangler wearin', tobaccer spittin', ....WOMEN...and the wasted frat boys that are hittin' on 'em.<br />*girls dancing as if they were strippers to the song "I'd love to lay you down" by Conway Twitty and couples dancing/dry-humping to the song "Dust on the Bottle" by David Lee Murphy. This does not necessarily mean that they were drunk. Obviously, they just missed a very important turn on their way to Twisters or the back room at Sky Bar.<br />*one time I actually witnessed what had to have been the Auburn Highschool Prom afterparty take over the entire bar. It was one of the most hilarious, but also brutally awkward moments in my "Duck" history....possibly my life.<br />*hands down, everytime I went to "the duck" I could pretty much assure you that the most redneck, unfortunate-looking, country-bumpkin male in the entire bar would, at some point during the night, approach me and ask me to dance....repeatedly. This never happened with any of the scarse amount of good-looking guys in the bar. Ever. Unless they were my friends. haha<br />*I could also rest assured that at some point in the night I would get to witness my bestie Leanne "put that b**ch in her place" for trying to steal her spot on the front row. Sometimes I was scared, and sometimes almost peed my pants from laughing so hard. Good times though.<br />*And one time there was this really hyper girl, and me and my friend Ryan watched her for hours. Not gonna go into it, cause I'm pretty sure you had to be there, but I think Ryan thought she was hot.<br />*Of course there were always the "line-dancing girls" who everyone would make room for so that they could watch them turn what is supposed to be the "Watermelon Crawl" into a rendition of the routine from the Pussycat Dolls video "Don't Cha." Classic. I'm pretty sure that was when me and Leanne decided that we wanted to take hip-hop dance classes. We were gonna show those bitches up....not that it would've been hard.<br /><br />Well that was my stroll down Strutting Duck memory lane...to be continued. Hope you enjoyed.</div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-59356404257807448112009-02-18T12:54:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:33:31.524-08:00Kate Greene, my hero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaUWGfT2_9zpGQPPW3OaqnnTRo8vTrmQo9ZGTx2-Oo_lzEjS_NDHVpuCceIlaNNHLjsiADvgyOn6V3KZK0c-_9RWEgpBq8OftY01ey3H8SRYPZlalaqOPxSiHhXwTQsJZFB3aeHWuHptT/s1600-h/triathlon+destin+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246174576319426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaUWGfT2_9zpGQPPW3OaqnnTRo8vTrmQo9ZGTx2-Oo_lzEjS_NDHVpuCceIlaNNHLjsiADvgyOn6V3KZK0c-_9RWEgpBq8OftY01ey3H8SRYPZlalaqOPxSiHhXwTQsJZFB3aeHWuHptT/s320/triathlon+destin+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, I couldn't really find a friend to join me in my quest to get fit, however, I have found what I like to call a "cyberpal" to join me on my journey, or I on hers?. Either way, I have found the inspiration that I needed...and she goes by the name of k...a...t....e....g....r.....e....e....n....e! Thankyou Kate. You are my hero. All it took was a couple of "bootcamp updates" and I'm officially motivated. WoooHooo!! Look out world...get ready for K-squared "new and improved!" </div><br /><p></p><p>*The pic is me after my 10 mile bike ride in the Destin "Crabtrap Triathlon 2008"</p>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-81800716771848341702009-02-17T09:46:00.000-08:002009-02-17T10:19:25.578-08:00Team Jillian forever!Whatever, Jason. Jillian is not the loser in this story, you are. Good luck with sketchy, mousey Melissa, since we all know that's who you pick. I guess it would be better than Molly the creepster.<br /><br />Oh, and to all of the women on the show that kept saying things like, "I am so ready to be a mother", "I think that I am the perfect girl for Jason and for Ty" , "I know that I can be the role model that Ty needs in his life".....and so on....FYI: Ty already has a freakin' mom! And if she could even stand to watch the show, she probably cringes every time she hears each of you talk about how perfect you would be for HER son!<br /><br />Yes, I have become one of those annoying people who get way too involved in a reality tv show.<br /><br />For all of my fellow Jillian fans:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nN8UrBkyag">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nN8UrBkyag</a>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-19264495086370481112009-02-16T21:55:00.000-08:002009-02-16T22:51:33.337-08:00burritos, bachelor, and big thighs...Sooo....I made a very serious promise to myself last week that I was DEFINITELY going to start my new workout/eating healthy regimen today. However, <em>obviously, </em>I forgot that today was President's Day. So, out of complete respect for this holiday in which I take very seriously...I did not exercise or eat healthy. I mean, what kind of person would I be if I stole all of our wonderful presidents' thunder? <em>Exactly.</em> So instead, I slept until 11am, played on the internet, ate a ridiculously large amount of mexican food for lunch accompanied by my perfectly crisp, exceptionally large glass of dr. pepper, went to the grocery store and bought groceries to make a really fattening, yet delicious buffalo chicken pizza for my friends and I, so that we could sit on our asses for 2 hours watching the Bachelor throw his life away by kicking off my favorite girl, Jillian...she was so obviously the best choice. Molly is creepy, and so is her family. Melissa obviously has some skeletons in the closet. I mean really, she's like "Hey Jason, come meet my <em>oldest</em>, very best friends in the whole world! None of whom have ever met any guy I've ever dated or my parents." Do her parents have a problem with the "publicness"...Melissa's word...of the show, or just the public in general? I'm thinking it maybe has something to do with incest or something crazy that Melissa doesn't want, not only Jason, but ANYONE to know about. Red flag. Jillian, however, was smart, beautiful, normal and her accent was cool. What's not to love about a girl who can make the words "sane" and "again" rhyme. I know, <em>right</em>? Oh well, I am officially starting the, "JILLIAN, FOR BACHELORETTE" campaign for anyone who is interested in joining me. Yeah, my short attention fuse ran out and took me off on a whole different subject. Probably my subconscience steering me away from thinking about my inability to motivate myself to get on a treadmill. Basically, I really thought that it was the real thing this time. I was actually going to start today, and change my life into a more healthy one. My failure to do that, much to your surprise, actually had nothing to do with President's Day. I am just lazy and suffer from a severe self-discipline deficiency. Tomorrow, I suppose. Definitely, tomorrow.Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-82287573606755790402009-02-12T13:17:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:29:34.862-08:00Oh no he didn't!ATTENTION ALL GADSDENIANS!!<br /><br />I am here to report the breaking news...to me atleast, and hopefully to you, otherwise this blog is of little importance....that someone by the name of "Paw" is trying to take down Connie's Coneys! I was driving down broad street today taking in all the lovely historicness, and that's when I saw it....PAW'S DOGS! How dare he? This "Paw" character has a lot of nerve to set his hotdog stand up just feet away from our precious Connie and her coneys. I'll be forming a picket line at the gazebo tomorrow. See you all there.Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-84732627686783982782009-02-11T19:17:00.000-08:002009-02-12T09:01:26.704-08:00"Live and Let Live"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-UjIqkjexMZ0LRmKb9KpyIKQpqwIcDzqrY5NT4_bXsuPH8wDPsXTovjOHMcHRixyKJasEICTpkeNffjS2exHs9C6248_rR-QM_zadbq__t2DvYcORVirvmg6YAkpb2v46KbsAki-f8s1/s1600-h/unity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750735997318722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-UjIqkjexMZ0LRmKb9KpyIKQpqwIcDzqrY5NT4_bXsuPH8wDPsXTovjOHMcHRixyKJasEICTpkeNffjS2exHs9C6248_rR-QM_zadbq__t2DvYcORVirvmg6YAkpb2v46KbsAki-f8s1/s320/unity.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Just the other day I got into a somewhat heated argument with a friend about bi-racial relationships. I have always considered myself to be a pretty conservative person. However, as I was making my argument, which to me doesn't seem like a very hard one to make, that, morally, there is nothing wrong with two people of different races being in a relationship, for the first time in my life I was referred to as a "liberal." Maybe I'm missing something here, but does thinking that there is nothing wrong with a relationship between two consenting adults that just happen to be of different races make me a liberal?? What bothers me the very most about this ever-so-popular topic here in the south, is that for a lot of people a "bi-racial relationship" is defined as a couple consisting of a black person and a white person. A chinese girl and a white boy won't get near as much attention walking through the mall as a black girl and a white boy. I've just never understood this. Why do people even CARE?? Why would anyone let something that has no affect on their life whatsoever send them into a frenzy? Anyone ever heard of the phrase "live and let live?" I think we could all learn a lot from that simple little phrase. I just needed to vent a little bit about that. Thanks for listening.</div><div> </div><div>*Now, I think that we could all learn some obvious things from the little boy's drawing. But one, not so obvious thing that I would like to learn is why some of those children in the picture have yellow faces. It's a precious picture, really, but I was just wondering...</div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-37694642742160577862009-02-10T13:36:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:41:31.330-08:00Snapshots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7prgl4Jo3cfbN4havwc-PhNQMhtrO7qHypE306Zl8g3l-0LUE6qUV34l1QFXhaiXbAJFOHZyFrTbgM-sd9HClQXQgSkBIylpfYpDzz4or09zTrhlVmofEs8aa0x-RG_tBNod8H0yfgxW3/s1600-h/011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289271391400898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7prgl4Jo3cfbN4havwc-PhNQMhtrO7qHypE306Zl8g3l-0LUE6qUV34l1QFXhaiXbAJFOHZyFrTbgM-sd9HClQXQgSkBIylpfYpDzz4or09zTrhlVmofEs8aa0x-RG_tBNod8H0yfgxW3/s320/011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMXAI6X9ng1IorCTyKc-ke0rU_EojEdZNydvYHfuPXyQO15cdAQiXinLEHVi7gnIC69c8duFKnwec_uwLSPq83ShA2WQ7jM1TmsM_JMhalQKoBJAH5nJHF7WVTJC0ABAmq1zKzd4qEmfR/s1600-h/020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289268892310130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMXAI6X9ng1IorCTyKc-ke0rU_EojEdZNydvYHfuPXyQO15cdAQiXinLEHVi7gnIC69c8duFKnwec_uwLSPq83ShA2WQ7jM1TmsM_JMhalQKoBJAH5nJHF7WVTJC0ABAmq1zKzd4qEmfR/s320/020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7IuCOfF_woXIaoaVZNjZkTQRcQgZeJTF301dBtp-RguHwDWALCmVWSYqDf2_rBR7VKcITQIXh0xq3T0jZlYMzUBHnxX9by2nqbi1fJqXwcIsIFG4ZjYejW8Z8sEeAKftAnP_ZmXmYnof/s1600-h/081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289268823292930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7IuCOfF_woXIaoaVZNjZkTQRcQgZeJTF301dBtp-RguHwDWALCmVWSYqDf2_rBR7VKcITQIXh0xq3T0jZlYMzUBHnxX9by2nqbi1fJqXwcIsIFG4ZjYejW8Z8sEeAKftAnP_ZmXmYnof/s320/081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtE3vpZs0xWrCUmiZRZg2KUGzy5fOBZpNod8emsXWgZCK8AmCPwv0OJtGBRJKu3MrVvYQhuCU54V2RAGWQWSJfBr75b0JlynVNhjNIVG85oDTs5DUdEmUyEavnQ9DDsedxTBvR1KmIN3D/s1600-h/074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289261968423266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtE3vpZs0xWrCUmiZRZg2KUGzy5fOBZpNod8emsXWgZCK8AmCPwv0OJtGBRJKu3MrVvYQhuCU54V2RAGWQWSJfBr75b0JlynVNhjNIVG85oDTs5DUdEmUyEavnQ9DDsedxTBvR1KmIN3D/s320/074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVQzJAObV8U3AF93XSrU-jmDLtzfi8vAeMhRLqcXWjFSUa99XgphLFx6Aq8MWs1jyMoz7g2UyOXqYazzkcb9WLWSzSiX93_HFxAyONlXUbbowjKHFuO3r9g9kJZkmkngmo_ElgGouj0ZB/s1600-h/ava+06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288736244975314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVQzJAObV8U3AF93XSrU-jmDLtzfi8vAeMhRLqcXWjFSUa99XgphLFx6Aq8MWs1jyMoz7g2UyOXqYazzkcb9WLWSzSiX93_HFxAyONlXUbbowjKHFuO3r9g9kJZkmkngmo_ElgGouj0ZB/s320/ava+06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Photography is a new and developing interest of mine. These are some recent photographs that I have taken.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271546293553260049.post-79454246852030602672009-02-10T10:49:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:30:50.957-08:00I have arrived in Blogville<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_GqmtT_AO6CIfL67C2jNQsagMoeCO3Pl8AOvOKC7lH7U5BvfOtAYXXX71qC6l5NK1FZsNm8PzpAktHapk8i87lbbuGVS_esySkBlJ0AwGNIAFw-lktvz1DUL4_pItU24nL2QZnuJv6UO/s1600-h/tavern4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301251346832670450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_GqmtT_AO6CIfL67C2jNQsagMoeCO3Pl8AOvOKC7lH7U5BvfOtAYXXX71qC6l5NK1FZsNm8PzpAktHapk8i87lbbuGVS_esySkBlJ0AwGNIAFw-lktvz1DUL4_pItU24nL2QZnuJv6UO/s320/tavern4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Say goodbye to the sacred act of expressing one's personal thoughts in a private journal and hello to broadcasting them on the web for the whole world to see. I'm not really sure what possessed me to enter into the world of "blogging" but here I am! Maybe it's as simple as me being bored...or maybe it's a longing to provide insight to my world of thoughts, and more importantly, as a result of doing something that goes against the nature of who I am, become more understood. In this blog you will probably endure a lot of mindless babble, but I hope that atleast once someone will be able to read and relate to something I have to say, and maybe even learn something from it. Welcome to my world...misunderstood, but quite possibly somewhat interesting.</div><div></div><div>*The picture is of me and one of my oldest friends Andrew taken at a local bar in my hometown over Thanksgiving. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Kathryn Michelle Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07091133848734799822noreply@blogger.com0