<?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-1484715714662582574</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:51:35.528-08:00</updated><category term='charleston'/><category term='tibi'/><category term='spring fashion'/><title type='text'>I'm hungry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1567463852899336914</id><published>2012-01-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:23:59.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8X3zxYNuIs/TxI4anB1j5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/iwMEkGfc7aE/s1600/sloan3241.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8X3zxYNuIs/TxI4anB1j5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/iwMEkGfc7aE/s200/sloan3241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697678508381540242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anybody still comes around here. I need to blow off the dust on this blog. SO MANY new things have happened in my life.....but one thing remains the same.....I STILL DO NOT WATCH The Bachelor. So, yeah. There you have it.&lt;div&gt;On another note, we have moved from Guam to Philadelphia where my husband attends Wharton. I am getting used to the cold and also getting used to BEING A MOM!!! That's right, I popped out a kid. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she is now 8 months old. Man, how time flies!!! We named her Sloan and she is definitely the best thing that has happened to us. That is her playing the piano....definitely Mozart. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now, after a long time getting my account information, I believe I will start updating this blog like the good ol' days!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's great to be back!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1567463852899336914?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1567463852899336914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1567463852899336914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1567463852899336914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1567463852899336914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-all.html' title='Hello All!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8X3zxYNuIs/TxI4anB1j5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/iwMEkGfc7aE/s72-c/sloan3241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1048664708777028336</id><published>2009-10-02T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:37:15.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER TYPHOON</title><content type='html'>http://www.prh.noaa.gov/guam/cyclone.php&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Typhoon Melor is headed near us! Pray it doesn't take a turn South! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the animal shelter today and brought home 3 puppies and 2 kittens in hopes of helping them through the storm. The shelter here is really bad if the animals are caught in a storm so they ask everybody to foster if they can. It really makes me appreciate my sweet, housebroken dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1048664708777028336?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1048664708777028336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1048664708777028336' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1048664708777028336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1048664708777028336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-typhoon.html' title='SUPER TYPHOON'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4228152689152234800</id><published>2009-10-01T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:44:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SsR548lqbEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wYwiOn1ptdM/s1600-h/DSC03192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SsR548lqbEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wYwiOn1ptdM/s200/DSC03192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387565073485687874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting my login info! So annoying. So, I guess I have been missed? Unfortunately my life is semi-boring.&lt;div&gt;We moved to Guam in July. EVERYBODY said this place is terrible but we love it! We are already planning on going to Thailand, Japan and New Zealand hopefully all this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in off-base military housing....which is interesting. They are new houses, just built and it is an "officers only" neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell ya what....military people are kinda strange. There is a huge disconnect b/t officers and enlisted which is dumb. I just think if you are a good person than it shouldn't really matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY...I still do own my shop. It is hard leaving it in the hands of the manager but she is GREAT! Her name is Molly and I was able to work with her for a few months before I left. She even started a website but needs to update it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.shopiheart.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to Guam. Turns out my neighbor is from Sugarland, Texas and knows Amber. So that is kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know Bevin got married last weekend! YEA! I couldn't make it due to storms flying over and there wasn't a MAC flight out. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another funny thing is that they are going to take their "out of the country" honeymoon to a place where Ben is assigned to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guam is different. I tell stories to relatives and they always say I need to start a blog about it but I always forget the craziness that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I have been on a few crazy hikes that involve us clawing our way up a mud slide. That was fun. We have seen many pigs, boonie dogs, boonie cats and boonie chickens. There is a man here who has a water buffalo and a goat that he walks up and down the road in case you want to ride them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(That is going to be our Christmas picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found 2 kittens on the side of the road who I turned into the SPCA yesterday. They called me today to tell me they were euthanizing them. So, after begging I convinced them to let me pick them up tomorrow. There is a hug animal problem here but I would always blame myself for their death if I didn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snorkeling and diving here is AMAZING! I am not certified yet but I plan to as soon as I get a break from babysitting. That is what I do to occupy my time. Hopefully soon Ben and I will have a few babies of our own but it seems to be taking longer than usual....lets see....its been 7 months now? Yeah....so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have some videos. They are pretty lame but we put them up for family to see. So please spare the nasty comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/booniekate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that link works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kinda sick right now so I am going back to sleep. I swear I will be better about posting and tell you some crazy stories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And Ben and I are going to be in the Oct/Nov issue of Modern Bride! I can't wait to see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4228152689152234800?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4228152689152234800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4228152689152234800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4228152689152234800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4228152689152234800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-hello-there.html' title='Well, Hello there!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SsR548lqbEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wYwiOn1ptdM/s72-c/DSC03192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-3585153587920839476</id><published>2009-08-16T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:17:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guam</title><content type='html'>suck it....this place is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-3585153587920839476?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3585153587920839476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=3585153587920839476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3585153587920839476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3585153587920839476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/guam.html' title='guam'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4112875511640627089</id><published>2009-01-27T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:50:48.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tibi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring fashion'/><title type='text'>Who would I be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9lb3wVCaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RJckKY_3_Ik/s1600-h/edressme_2037_40150712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9lb3wVCaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RJckKY_3_Ik/s200/edressme_2037_40150712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296063216308521378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9lVnBPccI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LKr__xxce64/s1600-h/edressme_2037_17374594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9lVnBPccI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LKr__xxce64/s200/edressme_2037_17374594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296063108736840130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9k99VylnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C7QOW7P6cXw/s1600-h/DL3000-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9k99VylnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C7QOW7P6cXw/s200/DL3000-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296062702411748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I didn't update people.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who still come here searching for Bachelor gossip.....look elsewhere. I don't watch the show, never did before I was on it and haven't  watched it since season 11.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty dumb show....makes me want to gag.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.....&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family will be happy to know that a new member of the family was born. Lauren and Andrew had their first baby Jan. 24th. Sarah Francis Pittard. She finally has a name!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dear Ben is still deployed in (my eyes) the worst place he could possibly be. I am hating every second of it but will feel much better once Feb rolls around. I am definitely ready to actually live like most married couples....you know, fighting over doing the dishes, balancing finances etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ha! J/K...kinda.....&lt;br /&gt;I just moved my store in December to South Windermere, in West Ashley. It's probably less than a mile away from the old store. If I hear the, "How is your store doing" question again I might pop.&lt;br /&gt;My store is doing fine. I am not rolling in $ but I am still fine and in no danger of closing.&lt;br /&gt;We will see what happens when I move to Guam! (still hoping for Germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would I be w/o a little store promotion.....&lt;br /&gt;check out the new stuff!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4112875511640627089?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4112875511640627089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4112875511640627089' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4112875511640627089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4112875511640627089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-would-i-be.html' title='Who would I be...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SX9lb3wVCaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RJckKY_3_Ik/s72-c/edressme_2037_40150712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-3212558648456847398</id><published>2009-01-02T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:12:20.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirtless Andy</title><content type='html'>Well, we all know we have seen our share of Andy Baldwin shirtless. I just find it very amusing he sold out to "The Awesomes". Check out this video.....&lt;div&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=BedUaL7NScA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1484715714662582574-3212558648456847398?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3212558648456847398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=3212558648456847398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3212558648456847398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3212558648456847398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/shirtless-andy.html' title='Shirtless Andy'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4146562765405226379</id><published>2008-09-24T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:14:21.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRIEND!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SNq6l7x9uvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cw-Xp9JFwxI/s1600-h/jaclyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SNq6l7x9uvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cw-Xp9JFwxI/s320/jaclyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249713476518918898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SNq5hY4Vv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2CcDWZ1bwdg/s1600-h/jaclyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SNq5hY4Vv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2CcDWZ1bwdg/s320/jaclyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249712298919313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend on the left. She was one of my bridesmaids. We will call her Josepha for now. She is single. She is in graduate school. I have known her for years and years and she is AWESOME. She is the sweetest person I have ever met. She is 24ish. I suggest that all you single hot guys check her out. Emphasis on SINGLE and HOT. We'll be in touch....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the girls in the middle is taken and I have no idea who that other girl is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4146562765405226379?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4146562765405226379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4146562765405226379' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4146562765405226379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4146562765405226379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-friend.html' title='MY FRIEND!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SNq6l7x9uvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cw-Xp9JFwxI/s72-c/jaclyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-8894745746342454132</id><published>2008-09-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:49:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The surprise</title><content type='html'>So.....it didn't go EXACTLY as planned. The band had no idea what the words to the song were. They said they would learn the Rick James version but they ended up speaking gibberish. Just listen to them. Anyway....Ben and I got confused a lot on what they were saying since we choreographed it to the words....but this is what the result was.&lt;br /&gt;Here is our surprise first dance......&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppffKfgIYkw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-8894745746342454132?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8894745746342454132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=8894745746342454132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/8894745746342454132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/8894745746342454132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/surprise.html' title='The surprise'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-7655221689151834163</id><published>2008-09-22T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:15:02.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all 800 wedding pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pictage.com/client/event.do?event=542187"&gt;http://www.pictage.com/client/event.do?event=542187&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-7655221689151834163?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7655221689151834163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=7655221689151834163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7655221689151834163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7655221689151834163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-800-wedding-pictures.html' title='all 800 wedding pictures'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-5108328871858579052</id><published>2008-09-04T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:34:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SMCasn9HUgI/AAAAAAAAACs/RR2I2Grff7o/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242360057689494018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SMCasn9HUgI/AAAAAAAAACs/RR2I2Grff7o/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding is coming. Hanna is coming. People are coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relatives are slowly getting here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans are being changed. Weather is going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 2 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost 18 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dress was still altered too tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a billion thoughts running through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have to finalize my vows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should have eloped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I have a big surprise to tell everybody after the wedding!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-5108328871858579052?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5108328871858579052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=5108328871858579052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5108328871858579052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5108328871858579052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-is-coming.html' title='Wedding is coming!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SMCasn9HUgI/AAAAAAAAACs/RR2I2Grff7o/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-508204530781917777</id><published>2008-06-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:33.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive....believe it or not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SFgPR9ImbII/AAAAAAAAACY/SjMCPz3g4RM/s1600-h/save+the+date.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SFgPR9ImbII/AAAAAAAAACY/SjMCPz3g4RM/s320/save+the+date.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212933369824177282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no excuse except being lazy/drama filled.&lt;br /&gt;I am assuming its been around a month since my last post. I'll do a brief catch up.&lt;br /&gt;After shifting through bridesmaids, eliminating and adding, I am comfortable in the final outcome. Ben even added a new groomsman to even  it out. It's now 8 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;The house is being torn apart for the wedding. I have no idea what is going on, but hopefully my wedding planner does.&lt;br /&gt;Here are our "Save the Dates" that my sister in law designed. They are magnets. I thought it was fitting for us.&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony music is, "Edelweiss" "Across the universe" "I will follow you into the dark" and "Hey there Delilah".&lt;br /&gt;We are still working on the invites.&lt;br /&gt;As far as The Bachelor goes, I have nothing new to report. I still don't watch it....unless its on The Soup. I hate that VH1 is showing it....although, I am not sure if they are showing ours at all. I think that our season was the highest rated ever. Can anybody tell me why? I just can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;The Soup was funny last time when they showed DeAnna freaking out on those guys and one had a cooks hat on. I don't know what happened but it made me laugh...mainly at her.&lt;br /&gt;What boggles my mind is how DeAnna (I am sure I screwed up the spelling but I don't really care) would go on the show after going through everything the first time. Well, I guess I get it b/c Trista's turned out well. I don't know. I am over Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Trista, somebody please tell me how you have a million dollars or so and still manage to pull off one of the tackiest weddings I have ever seen. Crazy!!! I guess whatever floats your boat.&lt;br /&gt;Is The Bachelorette over now?&lt;br /&gt;Bevin is engaged now, as you might already know. Her fiance is pretty hot! I don't talk to most of the girls. Stephanie Tipper still can't get over anything. She continues to talk about how I "threw her under the bus." Personally, pointing uot the obvious isn't "throwing somebody under the bus." Let it be known that I talked the least smack about her out of all the girls. Anyway....hope she gets over it soon, b/c I am tired of hearing about it through the grape vine.&lt;br /&gt;On a completely opposite note, I want to know if this is just Charleston or not. Does it seem like everybody is having twins now?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I guess I have a major case of ADD right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-508204530781917777?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/508204530781917777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=508204530781917777' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/508204530781917777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/508204530781917777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-still-alivebelieve-it-or-not.html' title='I am still alive....believe it or not....'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/SFgPR9ImbII/AAAAAAAAACY/SjMCPz3g4RM/s72-c/save+the+date.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-3537041143599907101</id><published>2008-05-09T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:08:39.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS BEEEEVVVV!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Bevin's engaged!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-3537041143599907101?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3537041143599907101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=3537041143599907101' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3537041143599907101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3537041143599907101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/congrats-beeeevvvv.html' title='CONGRATS BEEEEVVVV!!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-6254348731004463497</id><published>2008-05-07T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:11:04.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I managed to piss off Hanson's biggest fan</title><content type='html'>http://www.myspace.com/nilariver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story to follow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-6254348731004463497?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6254348731004463497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=6254348731004463497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6254348731004463497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6254348731004463497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-managed-to-piss-off-hansons.html' title='How I managed to piss off Hanson&apos;s biggest fan'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1924201368106955674</id><published>2008-04-05T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:51:33.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Victims Advice Bachelor Season 12 and beyond</title><content type='html'>There is a guy I know going on the Bachelorette with Dianna (sp?).  He's not a friend of mine but he's a friend of a friend. I know enough to know that he is LOADED and a complete sleezebag. Sorry, but I kind of think it's odd that a guy would go on a show like that. Anybody agree? It makes more sense for a girl to go on it than a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....here's some advice I thought about the other day if you go on any of those shows since its so common now.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sneak- I thought the car was bugged. I thought my hotel room was bugged. They aren't. Talk on your cell phone as much as possible when you leave. Take an old cell phone with you. When they ask for you cell, give them the fake one. You will ALWAYS have time to go off and talk to somebody on your cell when taping begins. Call people from your hotel room, they will never know. They told us we couldn't dial out non-local phone #'s. LIE. Nicole did it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can't do that, ask to go on "a run" and run to the nearest pay phone. I did it. It worked well.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you get out of the limo....if you have a "talent", do it then. If your going to make a fool out of yourself, do it then. At least that way he'll remember you. Everybody always does the same thing..."I'm so nervous...blah blah blah." Oh...and always pull down your dress if its a short one. I cringe every time I see my limo exit. ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go into it being FULLY aware you are there with a bunch of other people dating the same person. It's so much easier if you just make friends with the girls. Avoid drama.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you aren't into the person, say it. Take a stand. I said the dumbest stuff about Andy that I didn't believe b/c "you can't talk bad about the bachelor". Say what you think. The camera guys will love you for being honest, but probably not the producers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Milk it- If you stay in a hotel room, and the tabs on them.....you know what to do. We ordered every kind of dessert they offered one night.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't talk shit about any of the girls. On or off camera. They will try to make you do it. DON'T. 7. Don't listen to the producers threats. They will threaten you in every way possible. When you find out you are going on the show and you want to tell people, tell them. Trust me, they will never find out. Just make sure it doesn't end up on the internet. When you get back from the show, you can tell anybody anything you want. I did all of this and it was fine. If people wanted to know who "won", I told them. Not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;8. E-mail after the show. Get everyones e-mail address and talk to whoever you want. Hang out with each other. They can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't do any publicity w/o them knowing.....especially radio shows.....they will find out. Haha! Then Martin will call you and threaten a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't ever get drunk unless its off camera. Throw out the shots they give you. As nervous as you are, everybody is in the same boat as you. Lay off the booze.&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't trick yourself into liking the guy. It's a TV show. It's not reality. Unless it is just crazy and you do fall in love, make sure you know the difference. There are tons of guys out there, just b/c ABC says "he's the best bachelor to this date" doesn't mean it true for you.&lt;br /&gt;12. DO NOT confide in any of the producers. They will be so cool and you will think they are your friends but trust me, they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;13. State the obvious....this will make it so nobody thinks your hiding anything.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;If any of you girls from Season 12 want to ask me questions or anything....e-mail me. I am good at keeping things confidential. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1924201368106955674?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1924201368106955674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1924201368106955674' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1924201368106955674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1924201368106955674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/future-victims-advice-bachelor-season.html' title='Future Victims Advice Bachelor Season 12 and beyond'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-8180337126530638452</id><published>2008-03-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:37:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stresses of the military</title><content type='html'>So, Ben is leaving Monday. I just found out. I suppose it's not necessary to say where he is going or what he's doing....the majority I don't even know. The fact is, he's leaving. Not for long, but long enough to make the pit of my stomach drop below the ground. There is an ever present lump in my throat. I'm ok with it b/c I know I signed up for it the night we met, but it still doesn't take away the fact that it sucks. I don't even know what to type. I find myself staring blankly at everything. I feel very hollow and powerless. There is muffled rap music next door. I can hear the bass and the cars driving by. Its very quiet in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-8180337126530638452?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8180337126530638452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=8180337126530638452' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/8180337126530638452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/8180337126530638452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/stresses-of-military.html' title='Stresses of the military'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-5988941986726171046</id><published>2008-03-26T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:33.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Officialish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R-qYH1nnxNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ovp2MXZjcSI/s1600-h/n29703141_33776947_9165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R-qYH1nnxNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ovp2MXZjcSI/s320/n29703141_33776947_9165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182121581662946514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH'S GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Sarah since high school. Well, ok.....I know she went to my high school. But she was in the band (dork). :)&lt;br /&gt;We became best friends in college. Many memories were made. Mostly drunk memories. Fun times at Charlies mini bar and any place that was irish or mexican and served cool drinks.&lt;br /&gt;I never really pictured Sarah getting married any time soon until Michael came around.  I told her before and I'll say it again, out of all my friends boyfriends, EVER, he is by far the best one out there. He has a huge heart and is always so much fun to be around. Sarah also is a great person. Always opinionated, but in a good way that spices up everyday conversations. Michael will make an amazing husband and Sarah will make a great wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great to see us grow up. We both have gone from crazy, wild boy crazy girls to....well, more mild mannered, "adults"ish. I could dive in to all our craziness but it's not for the faint hearted.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS SARAH AND MICHAEL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU BOTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-5988941986726171046?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5988941986726171046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=5988941986726171046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5988941986726171046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5988941986726171046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-officialish.html' title='It&apos;s Officialish'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R-qYH1nnxNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ovp2MXZjcSI/s72-c/n29703141_33776947_9165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-6082421255170874805</id><published>2008-03-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:18:09.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are they now??? ...</title><content type='html'>So, I did watch that show the other night. Only b/c Bevin was on it and it's sunny. Tipper was actually supposed to be on it but I guess it got cut. They got paid to do it which is awesome. If Bevin got paid $5,000 for that crap......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course Andy got the "favorite" award. Hes fighting for our country....ish. I don't really understand what exactly he's doing. And please don't try to explain it to me. I'll just ask Ben. He will give me the "not blown out of proportion" answer.&lt;br /&gt;I know my dad was a doctor in the Navy...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was it really a surprise Brad declined to go on the show? No. He, like any normal person, got out as quick as he could. He didn't want fame and he didn't feel like dealing with the producers bull.&lt;br /&gt;I watched it with the girl that coaxed me into going on the show. She kept freaking out b/c some bachelor named "Matthew" wasn't on it.  I have no idea who Matthew is.&lt;br /&gt;Since that was the first time I have seen re-caps of all the seasons, it was pretty interesting. You can tell the "drama" that was happening was the producers. Like that girl who was the "stalker". Let me tell you....there is no way she could just waltz into a private date that the bachelor was on w/o them having to move cameras. You would at least see a producer or 2 trying to stop her. Remember when Blankney (sp?) fell off the chair on my season? You could see the producers scatter to get out of the shot. You are ALWAYS surrounded by them and the crew. That was sooooo staged.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like plenty of people have found "true" love. I liked that girl with the dog, she was funny. And that Firestone guy....sorry, you went on Flavor of Love. I can't look past that.&lt;br /&gt;Watching that made me VERY thankful for my season. We didn't have any big time crazy girls. Like that Tiara girl!!! Holey Moley!!! She actually made that into a business!?!? I guess if it sells, it sells. I couldn't stop staring at her boobs!!! They were always hanging out!!! Keep those puppies in!&lt;br /&gt;I forget who the worst Bachelor was. It really doesn't matter. I am sure most of them were terrible when it came down to it. (Note I said "most"). Was is Lorenzo? I guess he was just boring? If that makes him "the worst", thats pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;This new Bachelor looks like a really big tool. At least his teeth are straight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-6082421255170874805?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6082421255170874805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=6082421255170874805' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6082421255170874805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6082421255170874805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-are-they-now.html' title='Where are they now??? ...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-2054982731250214094</id><published>2008-02-25T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:33:42.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Woes</title><content type='html'>I have come to realize that friends are hard to find these days. I am so thankful for the friends that I do have. They are truly WONDERFUL people. Lord knows they put up with me and anybody that can do that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Ben should be my maid of honor.....but that would be weird. He really is my best friend in the world.&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to have a Maid of Honor or a Best Man. To tell you the truth, I am still perplexed about who to pick as the brides maids. Friends I thought were far and gone are stepping up t the plate and best friends seem to be MIA.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get Ben to elope with me on Sunday. It was a no go.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could. I kind of feel like this whole wedding thing is an inconvenience. I know its not....but it kind of is.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile.....I have so many new cute things in my store. I have a line in from Paris (Manoush) and they made the cutest bathing suit!!! I tried it on and freaked out. I think I have shelves of fat on my back. I need to work out more. But I still can't give up crap food!!! Oh well.....luckily I won't be walking down in a bathing suit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-2054982731250214094?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2054982731250214094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=2054982731250214094' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2054982731250214094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2054982731250214094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-woes.html' title='Wedding Woes'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4185812789372418284</id><published>2008-02-18T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:42:11.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding date</title><content type='html'>The wedding date has been changed to September 6th. Now we may get a honeymoon!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I registered at William Sonoma and Pottery Barn. He had a lot of fun with the zapper thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had out tastings this weekend and I am in love with our catering company. (Cru).&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a wedding cake I saw in Martha Stewart magazine. It looked like it was made of bark.....does anybody know which issue that was?&lt;br /&gt;Our cake tasting was OK. I am not a huge cake fan so I guess it was good. I just wished he had more flavors for us to try. He said he made a blueberry lemon cake last summer that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our engagement party went well. The old people showed up first and then the young ones came later on. It was a lot of fun though. I talked to people that I haven't seen in years. It was really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4185812789372418284?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4185812789372418284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4185812789372418284' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4185812789372418284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4185812789372418284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-date.html' title='Wedding date'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-367506322077203516</id><published>2008-02-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:33.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R7Smx1aHJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/r0fjCulelpE/s1600-h/asset-67855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R7Smx1aHJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/r0fjCulelpE/s320/asset-67855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166938047581202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....any date ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I blame this on the champagne we were drinking....b/c thats what we do....watch crappy TV shows and drink champagne.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know I lost yet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-367506322077203516?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/367506322077203516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=367506322077203516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/367506322077203516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/367506322077203516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lost.html' title='I lost'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R7Smx1aHJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/r0fjCulelpE/s72-c/asset-67855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-3184511714642968575</id><published>2008-02-11T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:42:11.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is very important</title><content type='html'>I never watch American Gladiator, but Ben and I watched the semi-finals tonight and we have a bet. You can help me out a ton if you have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Alex won the semi-finals. When he won, he was pretty tired and layed down. When he did this, did he say, "I need a medic" or "I need a minute"?&lt;br /&gt;If I win, I get a swanky date.......don't let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-3184511714642968575?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3184511714642968575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=3184511714642968575' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3184511714642968575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3184511714642968575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-very-important.html' title='This is very important'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-6938184685252943334</id><published>2008-02-02T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:12:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaking</title><content type='html'>http://www.dogsindanger.com/&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/1484715714662582574-6938184685252943334?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6938184685252943334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=6938184685252943334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6938184685252943334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6938184685252943334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/heartbreaking.html' title='heartbreaking'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-2290776970137223338</id><published>2008-01-31T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:33.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CAR and wedding ideas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R6H9j2lCd4I/AAAAAAAAACA/y-yu9-4Z9vE/s1600-h/BF1106showroom_07FordEdge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R6H9j2lCd4I/AAAAAAAAACA/y-yu9-4Z9vE/s320/BF1106showroom_07FordEdge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161685440331413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just came in!!!! Mine is in white. I love it. I am too tired to tinker around with it right now. I love that it reads you your text messages. I am happy I didn't get the Volvo SUV. This one is a good family car. ;)  For the future of course.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is not happy with my ceremony songs. She wants classic and I want new.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the song I am walking down the aisle to. (It will be in acoustic and violin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfBw0IWwO5U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfBw0IWwO5U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of our first songs.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the song in question. My mom (who once was obsessed with The Beatles) hates that I want this to be somewhere in the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gLWTtlMwo4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gLWTtlMwo4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-2290776970137223338?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2290776970137223338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=2290776970137223338' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2290776970137223338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2290776970137223338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-car-and-wedding-ideas.html' title='NEW CAR and wedding ideas.....'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R6H9j2lCd4I/AAAAAAAAACA/y-yu9-4Z9vE/s72-c/BF1106showroom_07FordEdge.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1874327830121417894</id><published>2008-01-21T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:50:38.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Days and crazy people</title><content type='html'>So, I'm over my terrible day. It was really weird. I really don't know why I was so upset over everything. I really do think it's b/c I stopped working out for a few days. (bad mistake)&lt;br /&gt;Ben is back so I can talk to him on the phone now. That helped a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been that girl who is perky and happy all the time. I usually just mild mannered and sarcastic. So, I just blogged about 2% of me.....I doubt I will take it down. I don't really care if people see the bad part of me. I don't think it's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;People read way too much into things. I have learned that pretty quick from reading bloggers. Sometimes, you don't really have to look too much into things. There is no depth to what a person is saying. It was just venting. I am allowed to say what I feel....sorry if I took a turn on negative street. And...it's really getting to be a pain deleting comments.....stick it somewhere else. (Read into that comment).  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are coming along great! I have to find a dress. The one that I fell in love with was $12,000. Haha! Oh well.....must find cheaper dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is....BEN...DO NOT LOOK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.brides.com/fashion/dresses/gallery/wedding_dresses/runway/designer/reemacra/detail/144209?f=Season%3aSpring+2008&amp;amp;offset=20&amp;amp;page=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$12,000 of greatness. There is more detail you can't even see. I tried it on when I went to go visit Erin and Peyton in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding planner is awesome. Ben's schedule is so wacky and she is so patient with everything. She has some awesome ideas too.&lt;br /&gt;I need a day off so I can get some stuff done. Should I take MLK day off or what!? ug....must be responsible.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1874327830121417894?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1874327830121417894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1874327830121417894' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1874327830121417894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1874327830121417894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-days-and-crazy-people.html' title='Bad Days and crazy people'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4101228783657812137</id><published>2008-01-18T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:10:23.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I am tired of Charleston</title><content type='html'>* People are snobs&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick and tired of everything revolving around status and money. Just b/c you have money doesn't mean you own the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relatives&lt;br /&gt;If I have to see a certain relative of mine one more time, I am going to pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crappy friends&lt;br /&gt;You would think that getting engaged would bring out a little more excitement. Seems as though a phone call is too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Joe Riley, my landlord and his book keeper&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.....when are they going to die? They are old enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Incredibly boring people&lt;br /&gt;Vera Bradley, Lily Pulitzer, pearls with pink and green, "Carolina Girls", black labs and Boykins need to go. Think outside the box. (unless you use the dogs to hunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charleston has a great variety of crappy people. What happened to having morals? If I were to keep all my genuinely good friends....it would be slim pickings. Luckily I have a few great friends. I should stop watching TV. When did the day come where we starting watching people's misery on TV? It's terrible. Everything has turned so negative. I am not saying I am Miss. Positive, but it is so hard when you are surrounded by negative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I give in to things just to make it easier? Why can't I fight back? Why can't I say exactly what I am thinking to people?&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to be a stronger person. People already stereotype me enough....the last thing I need is "she's a bitch" to be added on to that.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I want to say to certain people. In no order.&lt;br /&gt;"Get a real job. You have a family. Suck up your pride and realize you are crazy. You're never going to "make it"....anywhere. You are pathetic. Quit expecting to get free stuff everywhere. I am eliminating everybody that wants to come to the wedding just to judge what's good and bad. You are not invited if you just want a free "party" to go to. If you haven't been a good friend to me, then don't even expect to be invited. I am not looking for numbers to be at the wedding, just people who truly care about Ben and me. You are not as cool as you think you are; you dropped your face a long time ago. I have a fiance who I am obsessed with. You are not getting anywhere. Even if it's "playful" flirting, you are walking on a fine line and it's only a matter of time before you see me snap. It's not cute, and it's not funny. Shut up and leave me alone. Don't touch me. Hugs and kisses are not acceptable, at any age. The only person that is allowed to kiss me is Ben. I am not a bad person. What you saw on TV does not mean you know me. You and your friends were mean and it says what type of people you are....people I don't want to associate with. I am tired of coming up with excuses for crappy people. You are on your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a good mood today. It started with the cross walk lady who thought she was amazing. It probably is due to the fact that it's cold outside. Maybe I miss Ben too much. I miss Ashley Nash. I am not PMSing....it's a while before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;This blog isn't about The Bachelor. Sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4101228783657812137?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4101228783657812137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4101228783657812137' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4101228783657812137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4101228783657812137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/reasons-i-am-tired-of-charleston.html' title='Reasons I am tired of Charleston'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-2222674201020466297</id><published>2008-01-04T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:33.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R36H3Y3EftI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HoeTxuqNi2A/s1600-h/dec+23+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R36H3Y3EftI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HoeTxuqNi2A/s320/dec+23+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151704409394413266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info:&lt;br /&gt;1)We met last New Years so I thought he would propose on New Years. He kept telling me things to throw me off track (which worked).&lt;br /&gt;2) I traded some dresses for some champagne and wine from a store down the street from me&lt;br /&gt;3) My friend Ashley N. gave me a Christmas present I opened early which was a wedding planning book. When I showed it to Ben he acted like he was really weirded out about getting married.&lt;br /&gt;4) My friend Ileana went on a date and I mentioned (more than once) to Ben how it would be nice to go on a date that had been all planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 23-There was a newspaper article the day before that was about Hunting Island (about 1.5 hours from Charleston). He picked me up and showed me the article and said that's where we are going. I had been bugging him about taking me on an outdoors date. He packed a cooler full of ice and told me just to bring the wine and champagne for the trip. (We drink champagne all the time anyway). He said that since we were going to Dallas this could be a pre-anniversary date. It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Ben LOVES sunsets. Ever since I met him I have known he loves taking pictures of them. We had dinner at this bar so it was no big deal. After that we were looking for a place to drink the wine and champagne at sunset. We found a place and hung out there for a while. He popped the cork and it flew in the water. The tide was coming in and it started to drizzle so we decided to go to a covered dock we saw up the road. It turns out the the covered dock was a lot longer than we thought it was. It crossed over this island and went a long way back.&lt;br /&gt;Ben was taking pictures and the sun was going down. We were one glass away from finishing the champagne when, all of a sudden, a guy walked up that wanted to go crabbing. The dock was 10 ft by 10ft so it was really awkward for this random guy to walk up when 2 people were obviously on a date. We tried to make it really awkward for him by staying silent for a long time but he wouldn't budge. I decided I would go back to the car, get the bottle of wine, and show the crab guy that we were not about to leave. While I was doing this, Ben went up to him and told him that he was about to propose. The crab guy packed up his stuff and left. When I passed him on the dock he smiled at me but I thought he was just being a creep.&lt;br /&gt;I came back to the dock and was all excited we ran the crab guy out and told Ben to open the wine. He was like, "Wait, I almost forgot the most important part of the date." I responded with, "What? Your other camera lense? I am not going all the way back to the car to get it." He was like, "No. It's right here." And then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I looked at it in total shock. I said, "You're not serious. You're not serious........Are you serious?!" And then cried like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;He had the ring since Thanksgiving but wanted to wait until Dec 23 b/c that's when his parents got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;I always told him he could never surprise me but he definitely caught me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;The date for now is Sept.13 so we can get married before he is deployed. I am definitely on cloud 9 forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-2222674201020466297?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2222674201020466297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=2222674201020466297' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2222674201020466297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2222674201020466297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R36H3Y3EftI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HoeTxuqNi2A/s72-c/dec+23+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-5122744746063659680</id><published>2007-12-24T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:33.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R3AerI3EfrI/AAAAAAAAABo/5qZJGvxrs4Q/s1600-h/engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R3AerI3EfrI/AAAAAAAAABo/5qZJGvxrs4Q/s320/engagement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147648100546150066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-5122744746063659680?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5122744746063659680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=5122744746063659680' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5122744746063659680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5122744746063659680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;M ENGAGED!!!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R3AerI3EfrI/AAAAAAAAABo/5qZJGvxrs4Q/s72-c/engagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-636335627627109152</id><published>2007-12-05T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:34.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen show and some behind, behind the scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R1cIHtso01I/AAAAAAAAABg/pwoQ3zPLpAs/s1600-h/Wedding+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R1cIHtso01I/AAAAAAAAABg/pwoQ3zPLpAs/s320/Wedding+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140586428285637458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R1cHwdso00I/AAAAAAAAABY/2Wuydsw_kL4/s1600-h/Wedding+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R1cHwdso00I/AAAAAAAAABY/2Wuydsw_kL4/s320/Wedding+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140586028853678914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Ellen show clear anything up for y'all? I hope it did. If not, ask away and I will try to answer.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls from season 10 are planning a reunion in Austin around Jan 25th. That should be pretty interesting. I missed the last one b/c I was on a road trip with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I feel the need to blog a bit about Ben (but don't worry, I will incorporate the bachelor so I don't bore you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the story; feel free to gag at any moment. My friends get sick all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for The Bachelor I think in October. I really didn't think I would get on the show so I wasn't too concerned with the rules. Ben had always been a friend of a friend. I would see him out sometimes but not ever really talk to him. He is in the navy and lived in California at the time. New Years comes around and all my friends are going to this event called The Bachelors Society (seriously). I didn't have a date and neither did Ben so we were awkwardly set up to go together. We didn't really talk until that night. I showed up at the house so we could all ride together. It was pretty weird. Anyway, it was common knowledge that I had signed up to go on the show so we talked about that a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;New Years was one of the best nights of my life. I have never had so much fun. Ben and I really hit it off. I didn't think much of it since he was in the Navy and lived 3,000 miles away. He asked for my number and I babbled something like, "My phone is broken, sorry, I can't give it to you." The next 2 nights we hung out and I eventually gave him my phone number. We  hung out the night before he left and the only advice he gave me for the show was, "Don't sleep with the guy on the first night." (He said that as a joke.) I laughed and said I probably wasn't going on the show.&lt;br /&gt;He left the next morning (3 days after new years). I went to work the next day. I kept thinking about what a cool time we had. He called and was getting on the plane to go to Charlotte and then to San Diego. It was weird b/c I didn't know how to handle this situation. A few hours later, he showed up in my store. I was shocked. He made it to Charlotte but his connecting flight to San Diego was canceled so he would have to spend the night in Charlotte. Instead of doing that, he asked for a voucher and used it to come back to Charleston. When he got to my store, he said he came back to take me to dinner at my favorite restaurant. (Mimi's cafe on James Island if you live here). He left the next day after our AMAZING date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back to Charleston another time and a few weeks later I found out I was going to be on the show. I decided to go see him before I left. I went to San Diego about a week before I left for LA.  It was great. He was so good about it b/c we knew that this Andy guy was a joke. We had  made the craziest connection in the past few weeks that I wasn't going to ruin it. I came back to Charleston, went shopping, got kidney surgery and left. (yes, you heard me right.) I wrote him about 10 letters for my employee to send out. I told her to send out 1 every other day to him since I knew I couldn't talk to him while I was on the show. I also made him a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the show, I would try to talk to Andy about Navy stuff and he pretty much didn't listen and just blew me off. Really I wanted to talk about Ben, but I couldn't. I told some of the girls I had a "crush" back home that I was going "to go back to" if Andy and I didn't work out. (haha). Later, I just flat out told people Ben was indeed my boyfriend.  Andy even asked me what the most romantic thing was a guy did for me and i told him the date story with Ben and I. When asked what the most romantic thing was Andy ever did FOR a girl, he responded with some girl surprising him at work in red lingerie. (smooth Andy, real smooth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was in Alaska at the time doing training stuff. His phone didn't really work all the time so he had no idea when I was got off the show. When I did, I got my cell phone back and called him 20 million times. The next day when I got to the airport I must have checked my phone a million times. I gave up. I figured he was long away and his phone wasn't working. The he called. I was so happy. One of the first things he sad was, "I love you." And of course I said the same thing back. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and there were 2 sets of flowers he had sent me with notes saying he didn't know when I was coming back so he sent them in hopes I was back. There was also a giant stack of letters he wrote me too!!! (He planned that on his own, not b/c I wrote him letters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would read the blogs after the show and there were a bunch of military wives/ girlfriends that would talk about how none of us were strong/ good enough to handle dating somebody in the military. Haha. If they only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like this post, don't say it. I have spent weeks blogging about other boys, it's time to write about the best one out there, Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-636335627627109152?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/636335627627109152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=636335627627109152' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/636335627627109152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/636335627627109152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/ellen-show-and-some-behind-behind.html' title='Ellen show and some behind, behind the scenes'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/R1cIHtso01I/AAAAAAAAABg/pwoQ3zPLpAs/s72-c/Wedding+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-2022701264867394202</id><published>2007-11-24T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:34:08.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got some info to answer some questions</title><content type='html'>He told Deanna that he missed her very much because of the simple fact that it's true.  What the show didn't let people see is he told Jenni the very same thing; that he missed her like crazy.  He did have strong feelings for the two women.  Telling each of them that he missed her was the equivalent of telling a buddy of his that he hasn't talked to in 2 1/2 months that he missed her.  There was SO much that the producers left out of the final rose ceremony. BOTH women, yes BOTH, at one time or another admitted that they NEVER felt lied to or misled....but, of course, the producers wanted to make Brad the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did he buy the ring if he wasn't interested in the women?"  I'll tell you why:  The "ring buy day" was part of his itinerary of the show.  In other words, he was TOLD, not asked,  to look at rings.  He was simply following standard procedure of the show.  He talked to the producers after that day and told them he did not feel a proposal at all.  But, of course, it appeared to all of America like he was shopping for a ring for the woman he loved....not the case at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are bashing him because he asked Deanna's father to fly in so he could ask for his daughter's hand in marriage.  He NEVER ONE TIME REQUESTED FOR THE PRODUCERS TO FLY HIM IN.  He stated earlier that he would simply never propose to a woman without having the father's approval and that he would like to talk to him in person if and when that ever happened.  Due to a tight schedule, the producers took it upon themselves to fly him in.  When he found out about this he pretty much freaked out and begged the producers to let him talk to he dad so he could tell him face to face that he was sorry the show wasted the dad's time.  He wanted to be a man about the fact that he didn't love his daughter and wanted to tell him that in person.  He explained all of this during the ATFR taping but, yet again, they didn't show Brad saying that it was actually the producers that flew in her father, not Brad.  What's ironic, and I swear I'm not fabricating this the least little bit, is that Brad had ten minutes all alone with Deanna after the taping.  She said that her father gained more respect for Brad when he found out Brad was able to tell Deanna goodbye since he didn't feel enough to propose.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when they brought him on stage during the ATFR taping, not ONE SINGLE PERSON BOOED.  Not a single one.  In fact, a row of women stood up and in unison said "We love your honesty, Brad".  The editors put a sound byte of boos so that America would jump on the "what a jerk" train.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He didn't see a future with them. Neither of them would have moved to Austin. So whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much editing. You have no idea how much they do. I went in knowing that they edit things like crazy but you have no idea what extent they will go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all this info b/c 2 crew members that I have kept in touch with since I was on the show. They are both awesome people. Both were pretty down to earth normal people. They are quitting soon b/c they hate it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-2022701264867394202?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2022701264867394202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=2022701264867394202' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2022701264867394202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/2022701264867394202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-got-some-info-to-answer-some.html' title='I got some info to answer some questions'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-980217981338612748</id><published>2007-11-21T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:53:56.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...What a pig</title><content type='html'>FALSE. (The Office)&lt;br /&gt;I understand Brad 100%. Once again, it's hard for everybody to judge what he did if they haven't gone through the experience.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a pretty good grasp on what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, people are upset that "The Bachelor" fairytale didn't&lt;br /&gt;pull through. Those 6 weeks are crazy. You are out of your element and&lt;br /&gt;pressured to do things constantly. You would think that most people&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't give into the pressure, but they have. (See all 10 other&lt;br /&gt;seasons of the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls gave it their all. He doesn't know what happens on the&lt;br /&gt;girls side of the show. We work with different people. It is very&lt;br /&gt;different for us to focus ALL our attention on 1 guy while the bachelor focuses&lt;br /&gt;on 25 girls. I think that we have more of a chance to say, "Ok, this&lt;br /&gt;is the guy for me." just b/c he is the ONLY guy there.&lt;br /&gt;I think its just a result of producers pressuring the girls into&lt;br /&gt;planning out their lives around the bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad has a lot more things to think about. He&lt;br /&gt;has options. Personally, I think it is far fetched to fall in love in&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks. Especially when you only have a choice of 25 girls. That&lt;br /&gt;might sound ridiculous but, why should you have to choose from 25&lt;br /&gt;girls who were picked solely on the basis of playing a role? We all&lt;br /&gt;had roles. DeAnna was the southern spit fire that people could side&lt;br /&gt;with. Jenni was the sweetheart that others could identify with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never a good way to break up with somebody if they haven't done anything wrong. People seem to think he led the girls on, especially DeAnna. It is possible to like somebody and think about them all the time, but at the same time know that in the long run, they aren't the right person for you. I have done it before. It was a terrible situation to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shocker. I know for a fact that Brad wasn't contractually allowed to be upfront with them and say that his feelings weren't there. He said everything that he could say and was always upfront with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, if you only had 25 guys or girls to focus on for 6 weeks, you would pick out the best one too. That doesn't mean you should marry them. It's kind of like a summer camp. Remember those silly crushes you had? Well, actually, some of those crushes ended up working out and people get married to their summer camp crush. But really, what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad said he saw DeAnna as having all the qualities he would want in a wife. That doesn't mean he should have picked her. That just means she is a quality girl he really admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, a lot of the stuff is edited. After every positive comment he said to them, he probably always followed it with a "but...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't do what was expected in The Bachelor "formula". Would it really be better for him to propose to her and then break up later? Would it have been better if he just continued to date them just to break up with them later? No. If he knew it wasn't going to work out, then why do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have a person in your life where you are like, "Why is she with him?" or "Why did she break up with him?" You never know the inner workings of a relationship unless you are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, all those girls did for 6 weeks was form their lives around Brad. From the start, they had 1 person to focus on. Brad ALWAYS had at least 2 people to focus on. That is no way to pick out your wife. He was harsh, but how else was he supposed to say, "I am not in love with you and I'm not even on the road to loving you."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls will soon come off their "Bachelor high" and come back down to Earth. They just went through a pretty intense situation. It's nothing against them, it just takes time to realize Brad wasn't the one. He was just the one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pull a quote from Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations Brad. You're human."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment and I will answer questions or respond after Turkey Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-980217981338612748?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/980217981338612748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=980217981338612748' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/980217981338612748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/980217981338612748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgwhat-pig.html' title='OMG...What a pig'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-3956548051914492489</id><published>2007-11-15T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:23:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTA and some answers</title><content type='html'>If y'all haven't read it already, here it is. Rumor has it that Brad doesn't pick any of the girls. I don't know more than that. I believe this rumor is true b/c of his answer on the WTA. It was very open ended. I don't remember exactly what he said, but you can tell. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;If I had to guess which girl it would be, I would guess Deanna.&lt;br /&gt;The real guess that would be impressive to answer would be how long it would last. Is there some kind of pool out there for that? I want in on the next one.&lt;br /&gt;Man, those girls were catty on the WTA, huh? I felt awkward just watching the TV! It seems like a divided group. I think everybody came out pretty true BUT.....I think it sounded like they had rehearsed their answers. It sounded very robotic. We never had a WTA. They just had that dinky minnie WTA with a few of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I received a question about Stephanie T. I don't exactly know how to answer it. I can say that, basically, what you saw on TV is exactly who she is. I think she might be the only girl that had a edit that was pretty true to who she was.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that woman was that said she never saw an episode where the girls were running around topless...yadda, yadda, yadda. I guarantee it happened. There was some crazy stuff that happened my season that was never shown. Things like that happen all the time. Its not unheard of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-3956548051914492489?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3956548051914492489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=3956548051914492489' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3956548051914492489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/3956548051914492489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/wta-and-some-answers.html' title='WTA and some answers'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1108806197036584479</id><published>2007-11-08T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:43:38.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post...but its pretty boring</title><content type='html'>Ok. I am bad. I still haven't seen the last episode due to the fact that I am addicted to the Wii. I have it recorded so I will follow up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to fast forward some of the episodes b/c it just makes me cringe. Its basically all the same. I only watched the season I was on once and I still can't bare to watch it again. So, I watched the previous episode again and realized that Sheena's mom was a little nutty. I don't know if she was drunk or what. So, I take back that my mom would have said the same thing. She would not have AT ALL. I fast forwarded though it the first time and thought her mom was just talking about how great Sheena was. That would have been a normal thing for a mom to do. So, just wanted to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am going to Dallas soon. I can't wait to see the Dallas girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have a new crush on Mike Rowe so my friend sent me this. I am having second thoughts now....&lt;br /&gt;(I can't stand Cat people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rChjMRfi40c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rChjMRfi40c&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1108806197036584479?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1108806197036584479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1108806197036584479' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1108806197036584479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1108806197036584479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-postbut-its-pretty-boring.html' title='New Post...but its pretty boring'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-7865925736852733236</id><published>2007-10-31T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:53:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow....that's insane.</title><content type='html'>Jenni-Jenni seems like a sweet girl. Brad really seems to like her. I know from experience that some people don't go for long distance relationships. Especially since she is so driven to dance. I don't think Bard is going to pick her just b/c she is not going to sacrifice her dreams right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeAnna-She seems to be the favorite. I talked to some of the girls from my season and we think its her. You never know though. Her family was fun and her and Brad seem to have a lot in common. They click. I know some girls hated her at the beginning saying she was fake or what not, but I never got that. Brad is gonna want to hook himself a southern girl. My vote is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena-I don't have much to say about her. She seems like a sweet girl. Her mom was just being a mom. Mine would have said the same thing. I felt bad for her when she cried. I'm sure she will have no trouble finding somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettina- Well, well well....Bettina. I was shocked by her parents. Where do I begin? We get it. Your dad values education. There are so many ways he could have said stuff differently. How rude and egotistical he was. I don't know this for sure, but I have a feeling if her dad knew how successful Brad was, he would have turned a new leaf. Good for Brad sticking up for himself. I would have been so pissed. I can't believe how rude her family was. I would hope that after seeing the show, they would take a step back and reevaluate how they are towards others. They should be embarrassed and ashamed. Because of that, Bettina is not going to last. I have a college degree and you know what....my job I have now has nothing to do with it. I was a studio art major. Yeah, thats right, I painted. Now I own a boutique. It might not be successful, but I enjoy what I do. I work hard at what I do. My best friend depends on her education. She's in medical school. I know people with degrees that bartend and live with there parents. Education means nothing. Its what you do with your life that matters. You can go both ways. Obviously her parents need some educating of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that throughout everything, Brad has been a stand up bachelor. He always is the good guy. The girls seem to really like him even when they leave. I'm glad he realizes how awful it is to break their hearts. He really is a great catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-7865925736852733236?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7865925736852733236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=7865925736852733236' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7865925736852733236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7865925736852733236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/wowthats-insane.html' title='Wow....that&apos;s insane.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-6056328999344153276</id><published>2007-10-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:14:16.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy and Hillary</title><content type='html'>Lets start out with Kristy. Kristy seemed very reserved. She kept saying shes a lot of fun normally and outgoing. At least she said something to that degree. Heres what I can say about that. During taping, Danielle (I hope you don't mind) had a few conversations with me about how she normally isn't so reserved. She didn't have a reason for it, it was just hard for her to act how she normally does with her friends. She seemed normal and fun to me. She would definitely loosen up off camera more than she would on camera. Not in a drastic way or anything, she would just open up more I guess. Maybe its the same with Kristy. There is nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary, Hillary, Hillary. What an over dramatic edit they gave her. Right before one of the commercials, the announcer actually said, "Watch as Hillary loses her mind." Are you kidding me?!?! I'll be completely honest with you, I don't understand the edit on Hillary at all. What it looked like was Brad telling her he got the friend vibe and her saying she thought her and Brad had a different kind of connection, sort of forgetting him telling her they were just friends. Again, that's what it looked like. Personally, I don't think anybody could be that dumb. There has to be something we weren't shown. They probably had some more in depth conversations after the friend thing was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;The talking dirty part, OK, I'll chalk that one up to Hillary. I read her lips on some of the things she said. Haha! It is nothing I haven't heard my friends say before, thats for sure. Who cares? People threw a fit b/c I said, "Shut up" on national TV. Boy, are they sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;As for the crying part, uh.....haven't most girls cried after they leave? Yes. It just depends on how much they show.&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to some of the girls from this season and they all say Brad is a really great guy, for real. I can kind of see that too. He seems very attentive. He has a conscience. He feels bad for letting girls go and you can tell it really is hard for him. Kudos to you Brad, your a great guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-6056328999344153276?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6056328999344153276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=6056328999344153276' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6056328999344153276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6056328999344153276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/kristy-and-hillary.html' title='Kristy and Hillary'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1100917717102558237</id><published>2007-10-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:06:32.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with the bloggers</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal. (This goes out to all Bachelor 11 girls). Bloggers can be awful. They will be. More than likely the mean ones are 12 year olds or shut-ins. We all know they could never survive in a social atmosphere, whether its b/c they are too young or to socially retarded.&lt;br /&gt;My family got upset, my friends got upset, and I got upset about editing and what people were saying about me. Now that its all said and done, its not that bad. The only people that read those mean things are the people who write them.&lt;br /&gt;People blogged about me being ugly, legs being fat, I was a bitch, blah, blah, blah....but, people I meet and people that come into my store are NORMAL PEOPLE. Anybody with half a brain knows about editing. Real people that you should pay attention to know you b/c of their impression of meeting you, in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother defending yourself to mean bloggers.  My friends did it....it never worked. My boyfriend did it....it never worked. My family did it.....it still didn't work. It will never work. Ignore it. I started this blog to kinda defend myself.....and it still hasn't stopped.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a good person, then thats all that matters.  Producers are snakes. You are going to smack your hand on your forehead and ask yourself why you did it. Nobody will ever understand unless they have been through what we have. Not even your friends or family. Its a weird experience. Ride it out a few months. It will get better. Don't let the producers push you around either. They are nothing and a terrible waste of a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1100917717102558237?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1100917717102558237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1100917717102558237' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1100917717102558237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1100917717102558237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/dealing-with-bloggers.html' title='Dealing with the bloggers'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4302301798586742603</id><published>2007-10-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:34.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor episode 3 Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rwuk0tfX6QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3MHBdOfQWz0/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rwuk0tfX6QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3MHBdOfQWz0/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119366626908039426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I need to answer a question first. You are told to just disappear when you go on the show. You are supposed to tell your family you are going on vacation or something. You tell work some other absurd lie. They wanted us to say, "Uh, I'm going to be out of town for 1 week to 6 weeks, I'm not sure how long I will be gone. Oh yeah, and you won't be hearing from me until I get back." Personally, anybody in my life would not buy that at all. My parents and friends would freak out. Plus, most of my friends were with me when I tried out; so they would have known what I was doing anyway. I thought it was just stupid. So I told everybody. Haha! Woops! Who cares!? I was fortunate enough to have a friend watch my store for me. She moved into my house and took care of everything. She is awesome! I have no idea how the other girls did it. They made up stuff I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something y'all need to understand. When you are sequestered and out of your comfort zone, you get emotional. The producers somehow pull out every emotion you have to get it on camera. They give you a "pep" talk on what you are about to say to the bachelor. It's hard! Who knows if these girls really like Brad or not? Some might have boyfriends. I had a boyfriend and so did Stephanie Tipper. I know I was pressured into saying some dumb stuff. Haha! Like at the end when they made me say all that crap about how I came to find true love and didn't find it...blah, blah, blah. What really happened was the producers trying to get me to cry for 45 min while the other girls sat in the van to take us back to the hotel. I started off saying how I was glad to be going home b/c I had a boyfriend and I missed my family. I was just going to miss the girls. One of the head producers called me, and I quote, "A cold heartless bitch" b/c I didn't care I was leaving. They tried and tried to get me to cry. They were even crying!!! You would think the producers get paid on commission for each tear you drop. The camera crew was awesome. They were cheering me on behind the producers for not crying and standing my ground. After they failed to get me to cry, they finally just regrouped and talked to me about how they couldn't let me go w/o saying what they showed. So, I was tired. I wanted to be done with my last ITM, so I caved in and said what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;THEY MAKE YOU CRY!!!! They brought up some awful stuff with some of the other girls. Some of them had loved ones that passed away so the producers would bring that up to get the tears rolling. These are people you are told to trust. I don't understand how people could have that job. Its so awful.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look down on the girls if they cry. Its stressful!!! You are constantly being told to kiss him or get his attention or bring out you serious side, otherwise your going home.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary still is one of my favorite girls. We all have talked a little smack every now and then. I did it with Stephanie T. In fact, we all did. That doesn't make it right, but it happened.&lt;br /&gt;In Hillary's case, (from what they showed on TV) I would be pissed too if 2 girls raised their hands saying they wanted me gone. I realize its some sort of a competition but come on. You signed up knowing you were dating the same guy. You should just have fun together!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to know the back story behind all of the drama. I'm sure its nothing like what they edited it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh....the girl I talked to was booted the first episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4302301798586742603?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4302301798586742603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4302301798586742603' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4302301798586742603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4302301798586742603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/bachelor-episode-3-hillary.html' title='The Bachelor episode 3 Hillary'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rwuk0tfX6QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3MHBdOfQWz0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-7470698151310119247</id><published>2007-10-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:34.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RwFVONfX6PI/AAAAAAAAABI/6ZdvQzB4_fU/s1600-h/tibi+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RwFVONfX6PI/AAAAAAAAABI/6ZdvQzB4_fU/s320/tibi+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116464354297374962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October brings many new things....weather, my brothers wedding, Halloween, Ben's constant training. I won't get to see him until the 20th (Zach's wedding). I am so excited to go!!! Time can't go quick enough. I don't know how Ben is going to get to Nashville though. I really hope he drives some military vehicle. That would be so funny. Tracy and Zach should trade the Jag out for a tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday on Friday. My camera died so I didn't get any pictures. It was very laid back. I was happy. Ben gave me 4 printmaking classes. I am really excited to get back into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Bachelor comes on tonight. I really don't even feel like watching it. I really just want to drive to Virginia Beach. I hate it when Ben leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Bachelor blogging goes, if I watch the show, I might write some stuff on what my thought were. If I don't watch it, I might just take a little break. So many people ask me more questions about it and then others bash me for answering them. I need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-7470698151310119247?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7470698151310119247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=7470698151310119247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7470698151310119247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7470698151310119247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RwFVONfX6PI/AAAAAAAAABI/6ZdvQzB4_fU/s72-c/tibi+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-7650834145425150700</id><published>2007-09-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:13:08.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I will try again</title><content type='html'>Ben is off doing work in the woods somewhere. I can't talk to him for another day. So....I blog.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I feel the need to explain myself. The reason I talk about Andy is b/c people want to know. If strangers asked me about Ben all the time I would blog about him. That might make everybody puke though. Hes too perfect. I wouldn't say I hate Andy. I just don't like that type of person. Hes a meat head. There are so many personal things I know about him that I can't say online. I try to explain what happened in the background of it all but I can't. I still have to censor myself for a few reasons. Mainly its because I'm not going to put major laundry out for the world to see. You would be surprised if you knew some of the things I do about Andy.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is a terrible guy. I have already said this. He went on the show for fame, not love. He was arrogant and would always put himself before others. He talked to the crew about putting some of us on diets. He was quick to "move quick" with a lot of the girls(to put it in the cleanest way ever). There is a good way of handling dating 15 girls and a bad way. He was mean. Hes a womanizer.&lt;br /&gt;Tessa is truly an amazing person. I don't know one person out there that wouldn't love her instantly. She deserves better and I have no doubt in my mind that one day she will find that guy. Bevin might have already!&lt;br /&gt;It was easy for me to see all these things in Andy b/c I went on the show already dating Ben. Sometimes you can get blinded by a new guy in your life. I know I have dated some duds before. It just took me a while to step back and see who they really were. Almost everybody has done that. Now think of doing that with millions of people talking about you and cameras all around.&lt;br /&gt;Its not realistic. It crosses over from being fun to being stressful in the worst way possible.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I am thankful I was with all those girls. There was never a cat fight over Andy. There was a lot of "are you kidding me?" talk, but never a cat fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-7650834145425150700?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7650834145425150700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=7650834145425150700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7650834145425150700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/7650834145425150700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-guess-i-will-try-again.html' title='I guess I will try again'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-6328780491058640683</id><published>2007-09-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:26:54.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Season 11</title><content type='html'>Wow! I really didn't think "The Bachelor" could get any cheesier but it did. I haven't seen any of the seasons before mine so this was the first one. I don't know what they were like before, but do they always have: a singing girl, the hottest bachelor ever, the drunk girl, the girl that points out her injuries, a dramatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ambulance&lt;/span&gt; scene, somebody making doctor/nurse references....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are these girls catty? We made sure that we all got along. We knew we were going on the show to share the same guy. No point in being mean. You only have to live with them for a few weeks. I'm glad we all got along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Brad...I hate to say it, but he seems really nice (for right now). You could tell he was out of his element. I also like the fact that he hated talking about money. He seemed very humble. I wonder if people thought that about Andy. Andy was terrible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Its so hard to tell when you are an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;-too cute. I liked her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;- I think I would be scared of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bettina&lt;/span&gt;-I don't really remember her, but she seemed nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McCarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-too cute in that yellow dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hillary&lt;/span&gt;-I don't know why, but I think she is my favorite. I hate the classic nurse lines but, no doubt, the producers pressured her to do it so she could "set herself apart from everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DeAnna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-I really liked her. She was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle, Sheena, Steffi, Sarah&lt;/span&gt;-I have no idea who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Solisa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;I liked her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindsey-&lt;/span&gt;Very pretty, Tina can tell you, they will pressure you to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mallory-&lt;/span&gt;They tried to get me to jump in the pool before one of the ceremonies. It was so cold out! No way I was gonna do that. Bold move on her part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristy-&lt;/span&gt;She seems really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised he didn't pick Lori. She seemed so cute and nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tauni's&lt;/span&gt; dance was really funny. Kim was smart not wearing shoes. I should have done that. When I got out the limo my legs stopped working and turned to Jello. I am usually good at walking in heels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BLOGGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Try a change and be nice! You can get your opinion out there while still being nice. These girls are reading everything you say. Producers script almost everything. You think I wanted to do the worm??&lt;br /&gt;Before you go on the show, you fill out a "fun sheet". You list everything random. What are you secret talents? Whats you favorite food? You don't think anything of it until you get there and they want you to do the pretzel. I wonder if she borrowed those pants from the same person I did for the worm? Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;Falling boob scene...classic. It happens to my friend all the time. If you wear those and start sweating, they fall off so easily!!&lt;br /&gt;As for the drinking, we made our own decisions. It was always there, but most of us had seen this scene before. Girl gets nervous and starts drinking and them gets hammered. Not good. It doesn't take much to just put the drink down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blakeney&lt;/span&gt; was so funny! Notice when she fell, she didn't spill a drop!&lt;br /&gt;The producers are the waiters you see.&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous they got to ride in the limo all the way to the house. We had to ride in a beat up van up to the limo, that then drove us up the driveway. Lucky ducks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-6328780491058640683?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6328780491058640683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=6328780491058640683' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6328780491058640683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/6328780491058640683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/bachelor-season-11.html' title='Bachelor Season 11'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1739690730298662047</id><published>2007-08-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:11:13.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories, questions and answers</title><content type='html'>Being the "pot stirrer". Hmmmmm, never knew I would get that label, but I guess that what they made me out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gondola ride- Word around the house was that Andy tried to kiss Tiffany and she refused. I have no idea if that is true or not. A few of the girls were talking about how Andy would get up near their face and they felt uncomfortable b/c it was like he was trying to kiss them. You can even see it in the race car episode when he has his arms around Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really homesick in Tahoe. I wished I was there with Ben and not Andy. Lots of little things kept reminding me of Ben. I was over the whole Bachelor thing. I was tired of listening to the producers talk to me. I was tired of pretending I remotely had interest in Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Tina and I sat and ate lunch together on our break and started talking about all these things. We wanted to go home. We were both over it. We started talking about everything, including bringing up to Andy he was being a sleaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocker, I was the last person to get one-on-one time with Andy. The conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Andy asked why I wasn't acting normal. Usually I had just joked around a lot. I told him a lot of the girls have concerns. I said he was acting like a sleaze. If he really wanted to find his future wife, then making out with every girl wasn't the way to do it. I told him he was making some of the girls uncomfortable. He asked what I thought about certain girls. I told him Amber was 50/50 on the line because she wants to get to know him but its hard when your being so aggressive with other girls. He was feeding the girls the same lines, one after the other. I told him the things about Stephanie SC because it was true. Stephanie didn't like him. He asked, and I told, and then he started to cry. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people here shouldn't trust me:&lt;br /&gt;The reason I said that is b/c Amber told me some things. Then Bevin told me some things and I was like, "You know, Bevin, Andy is doing the same things with Amber." Bevin and I were pretty close so I told her what Amber had said. I told her just to let her know she shouldn't listen 100% to what Andy was doing. It wasn't meant to be malicious at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Tina said:&lt;br /&gt;Tina really did come up to me and say she heard Andy ALMOST slept with Amber. When I asked her where she heard it from she wouldn't tell me. My guess is that it was the producers stirring things up, not me. It wasn't Tina trying to be mean either, its just what she heard. Anyway, so I told Amber. And you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;No, none of us go on the message boards and pretend we are somebody else. I think a couple of us did at the very beginning before the show aired, but it only lasted a day or so before we got threats from the producers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the show and a month later I met Ben. There was nothing I could do about. I knew I wasn't going to drop Ben for any guy. So thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash talking. When people say things about us on TV, they don't know us. They have never met us. I know Andy, I have met him. There is a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bevin is not hung up on Andy. I went to visit her a few months ago. We laugh about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina is awesome. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1739690730298662047?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1739690730298662047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1739690730298662047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1739690730298662047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1739690730298662047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/stories-questions-and-answers.html' title='stories, questions and answers'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-4292221497142423397</id><published>2007-08-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:57:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger, Blah Ger</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I received a phone call from a girl (not saying her name) telling me she was going on "The Bachelor". I talked to her many times while she wrapped up her last days at work and was getting ready to leave. She was the sweetest girl I have ever talked to. She told me she was going on the show to find true love.....for real. She seemed really grounded and really, genuinely nice. I told her everything I could, what to expect, what to pack....everything I could think of. Y'all should root for her....I'll let you know who it is when the show starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go online and read all the things people say about us, its such a bad feeling. Sometimes you can laugh it off, and then other times you are like, "Wait a second....". I'm sure all the girls would agree with me, we want to defend ourselves. Then, on the other hand, its like, " Whats the point? These people know nothing about you." We all want people to like us. Who strives to be "hated"?&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family have gone on those boards defending me and some of the other girls, and it gets shot down immediately. 90% of those people say negative things about anything they want. I have yet to meet somebody tell me face to face how horrible I am, like on the message boards. Some sought out my store. If they came in, I would never know it. It makes me wonder who these people are. What is the age group? I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;People defending us seem to say the same things. "Try going on national television and have people write stuff about you." "The producers edit things"....yada, yada, yada. Nothing we say can prove we are good people. But I do know those girls, and they are all good people.&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying to some of them, "How are they going to make a TV show out of this? We are so boring." Parts of the show that were left out would have really created some fun entertainment. (Girls....you know what I'm talking about.) Here are some things they should have put:&lt;br /&gt;Billy Bob Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;2 story Beer bong&lt;br /&gt;"jogging"&lt;br /&gt;Tessa's mess&lt;br /&gt;"Why is the gimp taking care of the drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;Andy's explanation of the most romantic thing HE has ever done FOR a girl&lt;br /&gt;anytime we got to hear music&lt;br /&gt;flip cup&lt;br /&gt;any of the bloopers during ITM's&lt;br /&gt;The girl passing out due to exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Linda eating all that sugar&lt;br /&gt;Tina and me during skiing when Tessa and Andy were "lost"&lt;br /&gt;Bevin with the oranges&lt;br /&gt;Me losing control of the car&lt;br /&gt;and lets not forget the comments to David the sound guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I left out so much. It was fun. I don't know a better group of people that should have been in 1 house together. We all got along great and had a lot of fun. Those who liked Andy could confide in the girls who didn't. It was all a lot of fun now that I look back on it. I need to get back to work now. Bloggers in Charleston, I would love to meet you. Stop in anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-4292221497142423397?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4292221497142423397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=4292221497142423397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4292221497142423397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/4292221497142423397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogger-blah-ger.html' title='Blogger, Blah Ger'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-1376054912629643884</id><published>2007-08-10T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:35.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Brad Womack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rry2Ys2zPnI/AAAAAAAAABA/kYwK53OcBAs/s1600-h/new+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rry2Ys2zPnI/AAAAAAAAABA/kYwK53OcBAs/s320/new+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097149413750685298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Brad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Womack&lt;/span&gt;. ABC's new social experiment. Poor Brad. If only he knew what he was getting himself into.&lt;br /&gt;So, keeping in mind that since ABC built this man, he is perfect. Dare I say something bad about "the bachelor". I'm not. I don't know the first thing about this man. What I can gander about him is that ABC is putting on this image that he is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McSteamy&lt;/span&gt;" good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' boy. Could be true, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know about the old bachelor. Hopefully Brad is nothing like him. We were pushed into believing Andy was good. Here are some things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;Andy does a lot of charity events. He worked hard to get to where he is.&lt;br /&gt;What sucks is his reasoning behind it all. Its obvious he wants fame. Its obvious he wants to go into politics. Its obvious he really cares about outward appearances. Apparently he gave us all "fat potentials" while we were on the show. I have a hard time believing he is truly a genuine person. In fact, I know he's not. I have countless ways to prove it. But, charity is charity, right? So good for him. Hope you get a part in that movie you want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Brad, poor Brad. You didn't know you were about to become an actor did you? Well, while you try to find your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;, make sure to reiterate your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; when the camera is on, and ALWAYS make out with every girl before you give them the boot. Prove your a man....and TOTALLY NOT GAY.....is that an Ab machine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-1376054912629643884?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1376054912629643884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=1376054912629643884' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1376054912629643884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/1376054912629643884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/poor-brad-womack.html' title='Poor Brad Womack'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rry2Ys2zPnI/AAAAAAAAABA/kYwK53OcBAs/s72-c/new+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-597617339786471511</id><published>2007-08-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:35.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RrsvFs2zPkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wZFzBEmdZHk/s1600-h/20682.2F463E73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RrsvFs2zPkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wZFzBEmdZHk/s320/20682.2F463E73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096719178286710338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone on a massive cleaning spree in my house. Throwing out anything that reminds me of college. Its time for me to have a house that reflects who I am now, and not a broke college student. I enjoy throwing out perfectly good items and putting them on the street only to find somebody has picked it up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what was taken: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; entertainment center, shower curtain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;papizan&lt;/span&gt; chair, rug that smelled like dog pee, rug that didn't smell like dog pee, couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt;. Rejected as the ugliest thing ever. A lamp. Ashley N and I got it at Target for $20 and thought it was the coolest thing ever. Not even a homeless person wants it, like the bottoms of muffins. I felt sad giving it away. But now its just a slap in the face on how bad my taste was.&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I went to my mom's house the other day and it got all quiet. She looked at me and said, "I don't know how it happened Kate. You had the worst taste. Even I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at how ugly the things were you picked out." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whoops&lt;/span&gt;! I guess it took me a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hired a house keeper. SHe doesn't speak a lick of English except for "How much you pay me?" and "Oh, I sorry." She is 23. I spent 30 min on the phone with her trying to tell her "92 is my house number." She shows up and asks me how much I am going to pay her. My house is maybe 1000 sq ft. She cleans Tamlyn's house (2,800 sq ft) for $80, so I offered her $50 and she looked at me like I was crazy. So I got weazeled into paying her $70. At least I don't have to watch my roommate walk around, staring at me while I clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-597617339786471511?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/597617339786471511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=597617339786471511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/597617339786471511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/597617339786471511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-keeping.html' title='House Keeping'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RrsvFs2zPkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wZFzBEmdZHk/s72-c/20682.2F463E73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-5529941137806562807</id><published>2007-08-08T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:40:35.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy, Andy, Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rrop-82zPjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DjB2lXRTXEM/s1600-h/ben+and+kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096432089787743794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rrop-82zPjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DjB2lXRTXEM/s320/ben+and+kate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RropyM2zPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RxEX3t5sJWE/s1600-h/andygay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096431870744411682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/RropyM2zPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RxEX3t5sJWE/s320/andygay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that I don't enjoy people asking me questions about The Bachelor. I'm just tired of giving them robotic answers to robotic questions. No, I don't talk to Andy, nor would I ever want to. And no, I'm not burned by him. I have a boyfriend. I just signed up for the show before I met him. But thank goodness I had Ben in my life. He is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that I went on the show for 4 reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Friends-99% of the girls were amazing people. They were all pretty normal girls. Especially Bevin. She is so chill and laid back. I love that girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ben- Dealing with Andy gave me a greater appreciation of what I already have. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.The Evils of Hollywood- I NEVER want anything to do with Hollywood ever again. How you could make a career out of manipulating things is beyond me. Reading all that crap about me online sucked. I am well aware I have no chin and sometimes my hair looks fried. Oh well. Life goes on. I actually do feel bad for celebrities. They get this their whole lives.  Producers suck. They are mean heartless people. Being away from my real life was awful. I will take any place in the world, as long as I don't have to go back to Hollywood! Now I know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Soup- My favorite show ever! I made the background on it! Pretty lame, but I was excited. How could you not love that show!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to the house a while ago with Ben when we went on a mini road trip. There was a Bob Marley flag out front. It was strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, no, I don't talk to Andy, I don't know if he and Tessa are still together. If you ask me, anybody that proposes to you right after he kisses somebody else isn't a catch anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 cents for now I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1484715714662582574-5529941137806562807?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5529941137806562807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=5529941137806562807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5529941137806562807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/5529941137806562807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/andy-andy-andy.html' title='Andy, Andy, Andy'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmv5ribcBx4/Rrop-82zPjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DjB2lXRTXEM/s72-c/ben+and+kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484715714662582574.post-8715706497071277056</id><published>2007-08-07T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:53:07.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots</title><content type='html'>I got an iRobot a few months ago. I found that instead of actually just getting up and sweeping the floor, I would much rather stare at the robot sweeping the floor. I like wasting time. But, it is rather amusing to watch it terrorize my dogs. They run for their life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and I'm blogging now.  ABC can shove it. Jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1484715714662582574-8715706497071277056?l=katebrockhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8715706497071277056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1484715714662582574&amp;postID=8715706497071277056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/8715706497071277056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1484715714662582574/posts/default/8715706497071277056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/robots.html' title='Robots'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443380903933631987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
