tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84188555254288686672024-02-02T00:33:20.698-08:00From Glory To GloryKitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-48388508616015980602013-11-18T07:59:00.000-08:002013-11-18T08:09:21.418-08:00by the way it's really cold here<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hello to my beautiful friends and family! Greetings from my cozy little bunk bed on this chilly November morning here in Smithtown, New York. So much has been going on here at YWAM and in my life the past few weeks so I thought it was time for a little update.
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I guess I can start off this post by saying that this experience has been one of the most eye-opening and challenging experiences of my whole life - mentally, relationally, and spiritually. BUT I also have never been happier or felt more fulfilled than ever before. It’s so encouraging to see the Lord working in my life as I am away from home and away from my loved ones. Jesus has completely broken me over the past few months, and I think that I am finally experiencing the feeling of true peace for the first time in my life. I have spent my whole life trying to impress my friends and my parents and my teachers and pretty much anyone I have come in contact with. I would bend over backwards to try to win their approval and acceptance. I’ve learned that that is also how I used to view God - that I had to keep doing good to win his approval. The fact that <u>NOTHING</u> I have done and <u>NOTHING</u> I will ever do, no matter how “good”, will ever make Jesus love me more. It’s such an easy concept to understand but it is so difficult to actually put into action. He loves me unconditionally, and even though I always make mistakes and fall short, he will never ignore me or turn me away. I have spent so much time trying to live this religious life and trying to make myself look holy and have completely missed the concept of passionately loving God. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Savior. But until now, I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the concept of this red-hot passion for Jesus.
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Passion</b>: “To wholeheartedly give yourself to something, to be affected by.”
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I like to imagine how the world would be if every single person was infected with this all-consuming passion for Jesus. I know for a fact that it would be the exact opposite of how society works today. There would be so much hope and everyone would be overflowing with joy. The thing that stands out to me about that definition of passion above is the part about it affecting people. I like to think that my passion for One Direction would rub off on other people, but believe it or not, people here don’t seem to be very affected by it. You can replace One Direction for anything in your life, whether it’s your husband/wife, car, favorite band, or sports team, but usually people just don’t really seem to connect with you on the level of your passion for this specific thing. But we all know and love that incredible moment when you find out that someone has that same shared interest as you and you possibly might jump up and down or shriek back and forth at each other or maybe high five or hug it out for a few minutes. From that moment on, you just click with that person and you know you can go to them whenever you want to talk about that specific thing. What if we clicked like that with people over Jesus? It might be a strange concept to you, but here at this base it’s the one thing we all have in common. And it’s actually perfect because since we all have an interest in this thing (well, person) nothing else really matters all that much. If someone gets on your nerves, it really doesn’t matter. If we have different opinions on something, it’s not going to change how we view that person. Imagine if the whole world could be like that! I dream of living in a world where people can humble themselves and accept other’s opinions. God gave us all different minds and different thoughts so of course we all aren’t going to agree on everything! I’m not saying we all need to put on our maxi skirts and flower crowns and gather around a fire and hold hands, but I think it would be really nice if we could all just focus on Jesus and not each other’s opinions and short comings. I want my life to be so similar to Christ's that when people look at me they see Him. Obviously I am not perfect and I never will be, but I want to live with this incredible passion for Him that completely consumes my life.
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">"We live in a universe at war, war for the affections of hearts.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Take some time today to think about your top three (okay yes you fan girl people you can have top five) passions in your life right now. Would you consider Jesus and making Him known being one on your list? I know for a fact that before coming here He wouldn’t have been on my top. He was on there, but probably somewhere in the middle of the list. I got so consumed with my life and my grades and my sorority and my friends and my car and my bank account that I didn’t really give any second thought to the people out there who don’t know the incredible joy of being in a relationship with Jesus Christ. How ridiculously selfish of me! Like I said, I’ve been broken over and over of everything and for a while I felt completely filled with shame. I wasted so much time and so many good opportunities to lead people to my Savior. But now I have moved on from that guilt and shame and channeled it into how I will act in the future. That definition above really is right on point. You can’t affect people without passion. And now I have it. And I just want to talk all the time about Jesus and what He has done for little old me! Thank you Lord for opening my eyes and completely turning my world upside down!
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">On a less serious note, I am having the time of my life at this place. People are always asking me what exactly it is that I am doing here, and the answer to that is A LOT. I’m so used to my laid back days at college where I might or might not go to class and might or might not shower and the hardest thing I had to do all day was work out and decide if I wanted to nap or not. Here at YWAM, I am up every morning at 6 AM and going nonstop until about 7 o clock every night when I finish my dinner and sit down with my friends and watch Disney movies and talk about how much I miss my dog. You might think I am trying to be funny but I actually talk about Honey constantly and I am pretty sure I have seen every single Disney movie ever created since I have been here. But on a serious note, I am still head over heels obsessed with this place and the thought of leaving this base and these amazing people actually makes me so depressed that I want to curl up into a ball and cry and possibly suck my thumb. We have one more week here until we all go home for Thanksgiving break, and we are all kind of dreading it. I don’t want to go back into the gross real world and be away from my new and wonderful friends. BUT I am also so excited to go back home and see my family and my Honey bear and sleep in my own bed. You can bet your butt that I will be spending my five days in the south hitting up all of my favorite restaurants with my family and eating myself into a ginormous food coma. That’s what Thanksgiving is all about right? Hahahaha I would like to say that I am joking but Juju and I have actually already made a list of the restaurants we want to go to and I am so excited thinking about all the sweet tea I am going to be consuming and how many times I will be saying “y’all” without people laughing at my southern accent (which I still don’t really believe that I have.) I am so unbelievably ready to have access to a TV and getting the chance to watch the Iron Bowl with my psychotic football-loving family. I will be home for five days and then returning back to base on the first of December. From that point on, we will have two more weeks of lectures and then I will be returning back to the promise land of fried chicken and childhood obesity for a wonderful two weeks of Christmas break. After Christmas we will all be coming back to Smithtown and ending the lecture phase of our program and starting the outreach phase! I am so excited to see all the Lord is going to do through our team here in the states and then in Costa Rica. I can’t believe that I am almost halfway done with this program, it feels like forever ago that I got here but I’ve only been here for two months! Time flies when your life is being turned upside down.
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I think that’s all I’ve got for now but I will be posting a few weeks after Thanksgiving. If you are still with me after all of that rambling about One Direction and childhood obesity you are a SAINT and I want to thank you for reading all of this. I would go on about everything I’ve learned here but I really think everyone should just take some time off and do a disciple training school for themselves :) Trust me you will not regret it. I hope you all (can you believe I just said that) have the best week and that you will be filled with an all-consuming passion for our Father!
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">May the Lord bless you and your families this Thanksgiving!
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Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-18925399672432181152013-10-08T08:55:00.001-07:002013-10-08T11:28:31.764-07:00My First YWAM Blog Post, Yeehaw!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I still can't get my head around the fact that I am writing this to you from Smithtown, New York. I live in New York. How weird is that? Very. I think I might actually still be in shock. I am starting my fourth week here at YWAM Metro New York. And yes, I am still loving every single flipping minute of it. I don't think I have ever been so busy so please excuse me for how long it has taken to update my blog. But I thought it would be nice to take some time today and post something new so that everyone has an idea of what I am doing here and what I am learning. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So as I said this is week four here at YWAM. Our first week was sort of an orientation/get to know you week which was actually really great. The past few weeks we have started lecturing with guest speakers. The second week we learned about intercession, this past week we learned about the nature and character of God, and this week we are learning about the holy spirit. Every morning I wake up at 6 AM and get ready and have what we call here at YWAM work duties. My job is breakfast duty which is essentially waking up every day and getting everything ready for breakfast for everyone here on base. And then of course there's dishes and cleanup afterwards which is usually accompanied by dance parties to gospel music in the kitchen (no seriously one morning the two girls I work with started a conga dance line around the kitchen.) One of the main things I prayed for coming here to YWAM was that I would be put even more out of my comfort zone and this job at first was quite the struggle for this little kitten who really loves her sleep. But now that I look at it as a chance to serve the Lord and serve my fellow students and staff, the more I have come to enjoy it. I actually think it might be my favorite part of my day. Every day after breakfast and quiet times, we always have a time of worship or devotion or intercession. Lectures take up most of the morning, and then there's lunch and other activities in the afternoon. Some nights we have off that we usually spend catching up on Nashville or going to the laundromat down the street to do laundry. Other nights we will have worship and community nights, and then once a week we meet with small groups and do fun things like watch movies or bake or go to town to get ice cream. Fridays are our Outreach days, where we go out into the city and try to serve people and share Jesus. This past weekend we went to Brooklyn and set up prayer stations at a street festival in Brooklyn. But more about that later. We have Saturdays and Sundays off, and we usually spend those sleeping and playing cards and going to church. Even though we are very busy throughout the day, everything is very low-key and laid back which I absolutely love. I never feel the pressure to go out and do something just to do something, it's just as cool here to play ping pong with friends as it is to go to a bar in Tuscaloosa. Needless to say I like it here a whole lot. I haven't even lived here a whole month yet, and I am already dreading leaving this place for the holidays. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The people I am surrounded with here at YWAM are absolutely incredible. I know I talk a lot and that I usually over exaggerate everything, but believe me when I say that I am obsessed with the students and the staff here. There are 17 girls and 3 boys doing this program with me, and then about 10 or 15 staff that are just the best. Everyone is around the same age, the youngest being 16 and the oldest student is 25. We have students from all over - a few from New York, a couple fellow southerners, a few from Colorado, Oregon, Texas, and Michigan, and then some from Germany, Canada, and the UK! (Yes for those of you wondering to yourself about how I am holding up with a real life British friend at this program with me - I am absolutely obsessed with her and I usually just follow her around and ask her to say things and just smile at her from across the room because she's just so lovely.) I think my favorite part about the people here is just how genuine they are. Everyone here is desperately seeking the Lord and looking for some direction for their life, just like me. No one knows what's next for them and so it's reassuring that we are all taking some time off and figuring out what the Lord wants from us in the future. The first week we were here the students and the staff spent a few days laying in a circle telling our testimonies to the group. And now three weeks later I feel like these people are my family. I can walk into any room here and sit down with anyone and talk about anything, which I just love. I might not know someone's dog's name or favorite color or what car they drive, but after hearing their testimonies and living with them for a month, I really feel like I have known them forever. Every person here is very uplifting and very encouraging, and honestly I just never want to leave. Obviously we are all very different and some of us don't really have anything in common, but we all have Jesus to talk about so it just doesn't really matter if we like the same music or movies or TV shows. I've always thought that I could only be friends with people who are like me - outgoing, extroverted, laid back, loud - but some of my best friends here are actually really quiet and introverted and enjoy silence and solitude. Thank you Lord for putting all of these amazing people into my life. You knew exactly what I was looking for and gave me more than I could have ever asked for!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The culture here in Smithtown is very different from what I am used to. People are weird. Some are mostly angry and easily aggravated. Cars honk their horns a LOT and drive like they are Ricky Bobby trying to shake and bake. There is no Chickfila or Publix here (insert crying face emojis at this point.) I love talking to strangers and making conversations with employees at different businesses but no one does that here. I say thank you and you're welcome and excuse me to people and they look at me like I just said I was thinking about stealing their children. People here on base literally call me Southern Belle because of my accent. I didn't even think I had an accent coming here but everyone thinks I sound hilarious. No one here says dadgummit. No one here wears oversized clothing. <u>NO ONE DRINKS SWEET TEA.</u> Everyone does like Nutella though so we do have a little bit of an overlap, thank ya Lord. So yes, life is very different. But I absolutely LOVE it. And I wouldn't want to be at anywhere else. No one has their cars here so we walk everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We can't listen to secular music or watch R-rated movies and we don't have access to a TV. We play a lot of board games and cards and watch a lot of old disney movies. Life is different from life in Alabama but so far I am just loving it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I was just telling my Mumsie last week that I wish I had done this earlier. It's terrifying to get out of your comfort zone because we get so comfortable with our daily routines. But one of the first things I have learned here is that change can be good for you. If God can get us out of our box, we become vulnerable and I think that's when He can start working on our hearts without us getting distracted. I really miss my family and my dogs and all of my friends, but I don't want to go home yet. I have so much more to learn here. I am so thankful for this experience and I wanted to say a special thank you to all of you who have been praying for me and that helped me get out here. I wish all of you could be here and take part in this incredible ministry. I am so blessed that God chose me to stop what I was doing and come here and spend some time with Him. Thank you to everyone who has been calling and texting and face timing me -- it's so good to hear from all of you! I want to stay as connected as possible to everyone at home so please keep updating me on your lives. If there is anything that you would like me to be specifically praying for, please don't hesitate to text or call me. I am literally just sitting around here reading through my Bible and praying and talking to people so I would love to set some time aside to pray for you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-weight: normal;">The last thing that I wanted to mention in this post is what all I have been learning about myself and about God this past month. I think God has put it on my heart to tell people that it's okay to be different. It's okay to not follow the norm, and it's okay to chase your dreams and invest in what you love. I can't even begin to explain to you how caught up I got in college - my sorority, my grades, the parties, the boys, the football games, the list goes on forever - and now that I am out of it I can see so much more clearly. You can't really tell when you are in the midst of it because everyone around you is pretty much just like you - talking like you talk, dressing like you dress, acting like you act. Now that I am looking back on my time in college I am actually kind of disappointed in myself. I always told myself that I wouldn't be that girl who did what people wanted her to do and wanted her to be and that is <u>exactly</u> what I became. I don't know what's next for me in my life, whether it is going back to Alabama to get a degree, starting a photography business, applying to go staff with YWAM, or anything that the Lord tells me to do, but I know now that I have to go about it differently. I want to be different. I don't want to be one of the crowd. I want to do the right thing for me, not necessarily the right thing that society is telling me to do. The world tells us to follow the crowd and try to fit in and try to just get by. But I don't want to live someone else's life anymore. I want to live my own and I want to do it for the glory of God. I want to watch TV shows that I want to watch and go to sleep early and listen to praise music in my car and be friends with who I want to be friends with. I don't want to hang out with friends in bars and I don't want to party. Why do something if you don't enjoy it and if it doesn't please the Lord? When we all can wrap our heads around the fact that Jesus is literally the only thing that matters, the sooner we can actually feel like we are living fulfilled lives because we are living with a purpose. I feel like I have just been flailing around the past three years at Alabama searching for some direction, when all I really needed to do was turn to Jesus and seek Him for everything that I need. I don't even know if this all makes sense but I thought I would at least try to get across what all the Lord has been doing inside of me the past few weeks. All I know is that God made me specifically and has a very precise plan for my life, so I've got to stop looking at the world and at other people for direction. If we say that we are living for Jesus and seeking the Lord but we don't even spend time with Him or consult Him about this life that He has created for us, how can we ever expect to become more like Him? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-weight: normal;">I will try posting again soon, life is crazy busy here but I want to keep everyone updated on what we are up to and everything the Lord is doing here! </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: normal;">I am going to add some pictures of my first few weeks here in New York! </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: normal;">I hope you all (yeah you read that right, these northerners are really rubbing off on me) have the best week! Thanks so much for reading all of my terribly random ramblings. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">As you are reading this post you probably have your phone sitting on the table right beside you. Or maybe you are even reading it on your phone at this very second. Either way, can we just take a step back for a second and try to remember what it was like <u>not</u> having an iPhone? Remember five years ago when everyone had different phones like that gross little slider chocolate phone or maybe the infamous razor? There might have been some super cool kids in school that had the iPhone 3g but let's just not talk about them right now because they are the original hipsters and were definitely a minority. In my family, cell phones were given to us as safety precautions. I had a phone so that I could call my mum when I needed to be picked up at the movie theater when the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ended. You might have texted your friends on it some or maybe talked to your super cute girlfriend at night before you did your geometry homework, but it wasn't attached to you everywhere you went by any means. Sometimes I would leave my phone on the charger and forget to bring it to school with me, and I can vividly remember my mum being more stressed out about it than I was (No really I think I got spanked for it.) Nowadays if I even go into another room without my phone I feel discombobulated and don't even get me started on leaving it at home when I leave the house. If we were playing a game of would you rather right now, I honestly think I would rather choose to leave the house without pants on than without my phone. How in the <b>HECK</b> did we get so addicted to a small hunk of metal made by tiny precious children in China? I mean think about it - most of us would say that we couldn't live without our iPhones, but when you think about it, people have for years and have been just as happy and just as successful. I mean heck, when Queen Beyonce was in the studio recording the classic "Crazy in Love" in two thousand and something, she didn't need to tweet and say "Recording Crazy in Love right now with this really handsome guy, Jay-Z. Hope you like it. PS - I think he has a crush on me," to make it successful. (If we are going to get technical here she actually just made a Twitter account about a year ago and has only tweeted four times.) So that goes to show you that - <u>YES</u> - you actually can love your mother without tweeting to her on Mother's Day and -<u>YES</u> - you can get good grades without tweeting a picture of your report card and last but not least, - <u>YES</u> - you can read your Bible without tweeting about how great your quiet time was this morning. For some reason I just really want to put a "boom baby" at the end of that sentence so here it goes - <b>BOOOOOM BABY</b>!</span></div>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> "Laying out at the pool and drinking my skinny girl margaritas! #Heaven #HappyGirl (Attaches picture of girl's greasy sweaty legs in front of the pool or ocean"</span></li>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">"Flashback Friday to when I weighed 99.37 pounds and surfed the waves in Maui for senior trip with my bestie, @whitegirltwitternamehere! (emoji of the sun and a swimsuit and maybe a heart) Attaches link to instagram of the girls wearing entirely too revealing bikinis and the ocean in the background)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">"Oh my gosh this is heaven. Thank you Lord for your goodness and your faithfulness." (Attaches picture of a Starbucks cup with your name written on it and the steering wheel of your car in the background.)</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Secondly - I think that social media has become way too glorified in our culture. Yes, it's cool. Yes, it's informative. But honestly I think we are making it a bigger priority than our families, our friends, and most importantly, God. I had a major <b>HOLY</b> <b>CANOLI WHAT ARE YOU DOING KATHERINE?</b> moment a few weeks ago when I got home from the summer. I would wake up every morning, relieve the stress on my bladder of course, and then go back to my bed where I would pick up my phone off of my bedside table and check my text messages, email, twitter, instagram and all of those notifications before I got out of bed for the day. (Which of course take the average person 30 minutes to an hour to complete.) The first commandment in the Ten Commandments is "You shall have no other Gods before me." Right. Everyone knows that. It's the first one so it has got to be pretty important to our Creator and Savior. I always tell myself and others that I am putting the Lord first in my life. And in so many ways I am. But he wants to be first in everything! The order is so important to Him. And I finally realized that I was waking up every morning and spending figurative time with my friends and some people who I have never even met, before even opening up my Bible or thanking the Lord for waking me up that morning! How messed up is that? All I know is that if I were in His very large shoes and I had sent my son to die for them and then saved them from eternal damnation and all they were doing is praising this tiny little piece of technology in their hands, I would be really frustrated. Who do we think we are? I know that I want to live a life that glorifies Him and I am just not so sure anymore that some people (myself included) can juggle it all at once. We all say that we are so busy and so stressed and always have way too much going on to spend time with Him, but I say we change that today and make him the priority and not other people. Because when it comes down to it ladies and gentlemen, will our tweets being favorited or our instagrams getting 100 likes mean anything to us if we approach the throne of Heaven and the Lord says we can't spend eternity with Him because he doesn't know us at all?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span> Long time no talk. Life has been crazy busy lately, and I am seriously loving every minute of it. I finished my sophomore year at Alabama in May, and now I am at home in Birmingham working full time nannying for the most precious nine year old named Isabella. Her favorite things in the world are Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Harry Potter, and One Direction.. so obviously we are kind of sort of totally and completely soul mates. This summer has been filled with lots of cooking, working out, reading, and hanging out with my family and Isabella. Right now our family is getting SO excited for our annual beach trip in just THREE DAYS. I have been so busy this summer that I have literally been to the pool once, (you can probably imagine my vampire/ghost white skin color now) so I cannot wait to have a week to lay out by the ocean and spend time with my family.</div>
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This past weekend I finally got to see my best friends (some for the first time since we left Tuscaloosa) when we met in Birmingham to celebrate our friend Alex's 20th birthday! We surprised her at the Cheesecake Factory for lunch and then went back to my house to open presents and eat cookie cake. Seeing everyone again made me realize just how much I missed them and how thankful I am that I have an amazing group of girls to go back to in the fall. Here are some pictures of our fabulous day!</div>
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Even though this post is probably as long as waiting in line at the DMV on a bad day, I think I am pretty much caught up now! I hope everyone is enjoying their last few weeks of summer. I just realized today that I only have two weeks left here until I move all of my junk back to Tuscaloosa, and seven of those days I will be hopefully tanning on the beach with the fam. Anyways, thanks so much for reading, I hope everyone has an incredible week! God Bless and Roll Tide!</div>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-53255798383134475702012-02-14T11:01:00.001-08:002012-02-14T11:10:43.841-08:00Day of LOVE<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">What a day already! The day of love. Honestly I usually discredit Valentine's Day as a holiday because I am not a big fan of personal displays of affection. But this morning I was making my coffee and getting ready for class when I read this -</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"></span></span><br />
<div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>"Time goes by way too fast. People will go in and out of your life. </i></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>You must never miss the opportunity to tell them how much they mean to you."</i></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">What a great reminder! It doesn't matter if you are single, in a new or old relationship, married for twenty years, or divorced. For me, today is not about showing appreciation for your loved one. It is about showing appreciation to your loved ONES! You are probably thinking about people in your mind right now when I say loved ones - parents, siblings, relatives, children, friends, sorority sisters, team mates - but I challenge you today to love outside the box and show your love to those in your life who don't normally get appreciated. If today is the day of love, don't you think every single person in this country should feel loved? I most definitely do. I truly believe that if people went out of their way to show their love to everyone in their life, there would be less hurt, anger, depression, hatred, suicide, and ultimately less negativity in the world. All of that to say that I am feeling so incredibly blessed today. For all of you out there feeling lonely - please don't. There are people out there in the world that care so much about you and would do anything for you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Take some time out of your day today to think about people. Every single person you encounter today - the girl walking to class, the guy sitting across from you in your cubicle at work, the lady working the register at the grocery store, or the guy running on a treadmill beside you at the gym - needs to be loved and the <u>only</u> way you can be loved is by SHOWING it! Get out there today and really love on people! Not only will it make their day so much better, but I know for a fact that it will make your day so much more fulfilling!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Have such a great day!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kitty</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."<br />
1 Corinthians 13:13 </div></span></span>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-17891320254232745982011-08-29T14:23:00.000-07:002011-08-29T14:23:10.972-07:00im baaaaack<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Yall. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am officially back in the blogging world. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">What a <b>crazy</b> few months. So sorry I have been out of touch! Life is so so so good. I finished my freshman year at Alabama on a weird note with the tornado hitting my city in such a tragic way. We didn't take exams and everyone just had to go home without saying goodbye. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Over the summer I was incredibly blessed to work with Callie Hanson at Church of the Highlands in the Creative Department. I had such a good time working in that line of work and getting to know Callie. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and no big deal but my brother Luke got MARRIED to the girl of his dreams, Ashley Carroll, well, now Ashley Dorr, at the beach on July 23rd. It was a beautiful wedding on the beach with all of our families and their closest friends. Welcome to the family Smashley!!!! So happy for you two!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The summer is over now and I am finally back in good 'ole Tuscaloosa. I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels to be back. The relief effort here over the summer is inspiring. It makes me so happy to see these signs on all the crumbled buildings saying, "Pardon Our Progress" or "Coming Back Soon." The overall mood of this town has completely turned around and is now so hopeful, and you can really feel it where ever you go. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am living in my sorority house this year with one of my best friends Meredith, and we are absolutely loving it! Over the summer I tried to combine the terms "sister" and "rooms" to combine our two relationships into one and came out with "shrooms," which, for all you private school kids out there, is a type of hard drug. SO. Needless to say we edited that a little bit and she is now my "shroomie." Yes, i know it is precious, and yes, you may use it if you would like.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> We got finally through a week of Rush workshop (Praise The Lord!) and then we miraculously got through a week of Rush. Bid Day was a hot sweaty mess BUT Alpha Gamma Delta now officially has 84 new pledges, who we love so much and brag about waaaaay too much. They are just so sweet. Seriously. If you met them you would fall head over heels in love with them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Now that all of the Rush craziness is over, all of us sorority girls are forced to realize that yes, we actually do come to college for school. And now we have to focus on class, which started last Wednesday. I have a new major, Event Planning, and I am loving all of my classes this semester. I have to go buy all my textbooks (Yes I still don't have them ... it's so hot outside that my brain is tricking me into thinking that it is still summer, NOT OKAY.) but I just wanted to give a little blog update, I will be so much about better about blogging this semester I promise!!!<br />
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Kittyyyyy :)Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-18529950073448701982011-04-25T15:49:00.000-07:002011-04-25T15:49:29.275-07:00the day after easter blog<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;">Hello friends!</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple;"> </span> I hope all of you had an <span style="font-size: large;">incredible</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Easter</span> hanging out with your family and eating lots and lots of good food. Easter at the Dorr household was great. Our family came into town on Saturday so we went to church at Highlands on Saturday night. <span style="font-size: large;">WHAT</span> a service. To say that PC brought da <span style="color: red;">fire</span> would be an <u>understatement</u>. I wanted to blog about something today that I think everyone needs to hear. The sermon this weekend was all about the story of <span style="color: blue;">Lazarus</span>. One of Jesus' friends, who <b>DIED</b> - but Jesus brought him back to <b>life</b>. PC kept relating the story of Lazarus back to us, and how no matter how far away from God you are or how "over" you think something is, its <span style="font-size: large;">NOT OVER</span>. I mean Lazarus was <b>DEAD</b>. No pulse, no breathing, nothing. Jesus brought him back to life. I would personally say that death is pretty much final. But not for our Lord Jesus. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Nothing is final with Him.</span></b></u></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Over the weekend, my family was trying to decide what movie we wanted to watch on our Netflix-thingy. We were scrolling through them when I see a movie that I was <u>OBSESSED</u> with as a child, <b>"The Little Princess."</b> My little sister Juju didn't even <b>REMEMBER</b> it, so I thought I would do it justice today and watch it before my night class. This movie is about this little girl who is sent to a boarding school while her dad goes to war. She has all the luxuries of life - clothes, food, an education, and friends. But then a message comes from overseas and she finds out that her dad had passed away in battle. The woman in charge of the school (she is so mean - think like the gross head master woman in Matilda) tells her that since no one is paying for her tuition, she is going to make her a servant girl and is stripped of all of her possessions to pay for her tuition that her dad was never able to pay. She is <u>devastated</u>, and for a while, she gives up hope. While she is hard at work at the school, the movie kind of turns and there is this older man looking for his son who enlisted in the war and had gone missing. He gets called in to a hospital saying that they had found his son, but he had lost his memory from an explosion. The man goes to the hospital, but to his dismay, it is actually not his son. He decides anyway to take this poor man into his home (which is right next door to the boarding school), and nurse him back to health himself. The man cannot remember anything- not who he is, or who his family is, or what he is doing on the earth. I don't want to give you all of the details of the movie, but the plot line keeps turning and at the end the little girl ends up at the older man's house and sees the soldier and recognizes him and helps him remember that he is actually her daddy. I cried for about 30 minutes. It is <b>SUCH</b> a good movie. And now I am sitting in class and I was just so amazed by what the Lord did through this movie that I had to blog about it. This movie is <b>just</b> like the story of Lazarus! The characters in both stories thought that their beloved family member was dead - but at the end of the story - <b><span style="font-size: large;">BOOOM!</span></b> They are <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><u><b>ALIVE!</b></u></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Are you seeing any similarities here between <span style="color: purple;">The Little Princess</span>, <span style="color: blue;">Lazarus</span>, and the story of <span style="color: magenta;">EASTER</span>?! It's just crazy to me. Although I loved Pastor Chris' message, I had forgotten about it this morning. But of course Jesus shows up and knocks me off my feet. The message is so true. Sarah, the little princess in the story, had been through EVERYTHING and her life was the opposite of perfect. But her dad came back and took her exactly how she was. This is just like Jesus! No matter how badly you mess up, no matter how "finished" you think a situation is, Jesus has his ultimate plan for your life and He knows exactly what He wants to happen. He's got the whole world in His Hands! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This has just been on my heart today, hope you were encouraged by it! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He is alive and SO real today!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">-Kitty Kat Meow</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-74020410634734240182011-04-04T09:32:00.000-07:002011-04-04T09:32:51.330-07:00april showerzzz<div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnhhMhuROXa4QNDZ32WJ1ARhUbbfnCovdsWO1yPSTr2f5eqrKNHWDHQZGCyEghnOQEnI4Su-nPhcgf1gR5tmD8J_JRKGS_tCwK2VOoXfy6DZyB-a1PfG7U7zKOUjw0m6lUZnqd01FQPUR/s1600/DSC_0502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: x-large;">hello friends! it's a great day to be alive. </span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;">Now that i've gone to our spring formal, registered for my fall classes, and contacted some awesome people about working for them this summer, i am finally starting to realize that my freshman year of college is almost OVER. that is so weird to think about. sometimes i still feel like i just got my bid to agd yesterday. well maybe more like two weeks ago. but still. fastest year of my whole life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big Sis Ceremony. Love me some Haley Wilson!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Penn State game with my next door neighbor Hilary :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ali came to visit me from Auburn!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We do love it very much.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pomping for 42 hours during Homecoming Week, check.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reuniting with my best friend since kindergarten :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Touching Greg's offiical locker, one of the best days of my life.. obviously i mean look at my face</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lots of bridal showers and such for my sweet seester</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fall break in huntsville with the bestie :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feast of Roses initiation dinner with my supportive brothers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dressing up like the wizards we truly are for the midnight premiere of the seventh Harry Potter movie!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Margaret's Bachelorette weekend!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunate Iron Bowl with the family!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas Cocktail winter formal with my sisters!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Margaret and Kenny's rehearsal dinner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then she got married :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drinking sparkling grape juice on new years eve with the besties</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday dinner with (shocking) my awesome pledge sisters and best friends!</td></tr>
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;">DISCLAIMER:</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;">this is going to be a somewhat cheesy and sentimental blog.</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">mmkay now that i've warned you, i can continue with my ranting. i could say a lot to several different people, but i'll keep it short cause i know you just wasted two minutes of your life looking at all of those pictures. when it comes down to it, having friends you can count on at the end of the day is really all that matters. most people want good grades, or to be really involved on campus, or be the star of their intramural sports team, but all i really wanted out of my freshman year was a group of people that i could call my best friends and be comfortable enough to show them the real me. well needless to say i have definitely found them and i have never been so happy. so to try to wrap this thing up i would just like to say thank you. im not going to say any names because you know who you are if you are reading this. to the girl who watched a movie and ate junk food with me when my boyfriend broke up with me, to the girl who stays up until 4 AM with me at your apartment slithering on the ground acting like snakes, to the girl who will sit in the car with me and talk about useless hash tags on twitter that are not funny to anyone but us, to the girls who helped me win my first photography contest, to the girls who went to the movies with me and my cardboard justin bieber when we didn't have dates on valentines day, to the girls who go with me to go get ice cream twenty miles out of tuscaloosa just because its the best, and to the girls who are constantly checking in on me and seeing how i am doing here: all i can say is thank you. there are no words to describe how blessed i feel to have you all in my life. i love you all very much. I can't believe i just said you all. my pledge sister from kentucky is really rubbing off on me.</span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">told you this would be heart felt. but i did give you a disclaimer. </span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">that's all. </span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kitty</span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz3_AHg250UTjnV0Di5MFle2RJAaewiakkqDP3UMwemY9qSClaP_9mZZlbhJGqiVq3ptMIv_Zi4Q446oAUidQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-46818242506611356232011-03-21T10:06:00.000-07:002011-03-21T10:14:12.691-07:00Spring Break 2011!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">hellooooo blogging friends!</span> <span style="color: orange;">Long time no blogging. </span><span style="color: yellow;">i hope everyone had a fantastic spring break, i know i needed a little vacation from tuscaloosa.</span><span style="color: lime;"> my break consisted of my whole family getting on a really small airplane (look at the picture on the left) and flying out to DC to visit my really awesome sister mary margaret and her hubs kenny!</span> <span style="color: cyan;">little sidenote: the plane really was that small, when i stood up in the aisle my head hit the top of the plane. </span><span style="color: blue;">when we walked into the plane, my brother jake in the red shirt screamed, "What is this? A center for ants?!"</span> <span style="color: purple;">zoolander reference.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">hopefully you </span></span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;">got it.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: orange; font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">one of my favorite parts of the whole trip was being surprised by mary margaret, kenny, and nelly at the airport.</span> </span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"><span style="color: orange;">we thought we would have to take the metro to our hotel but they came and got us</span>.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">nelly is their puppy by the way if you didnt know already, and i consider her one of my best friends. </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: small;">below is a video of how excited she was to see the family at the airport :)</span></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: small;">needless to say, we were all very happy to see each other. </span><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">our trip wasn't your usual college student spring break trip, but boy did we have fun!</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;">DC is an awesome place to visit.</span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"> there is always something to do, which is just about the exact opposite of tuscaloosa, where there is never anything legal to do on a weekend. </span><span style="color: red; font-size: small;">sad, but true. </span><span style="color: orange; font-size: small;">so of course the dorr family took DC by storm and hit up just about every single thing you can do in DC - we visited the washington monument, went to a saint patricks day parade, visited the smithsonian museum, went to the WW2 memorial, the vietnam memorial, the lincoln memorial, the national archives, the national gallery of art, the capital, the white house, the library of congress, an NBA game, georgetown cupcakes, the national holocaust museum, national museum of crime and punishment, (we love criminal minds, don't judge) we ate at a ton of delicious restaurants, and of course hit up starbucks a few times. </span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">that might seem like a ton, well it was.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: small;">but you have to understand that my parents are nerds, they love to learn new stuff.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: cyan; font-size: small;">joanne calls herself a "life long learner" and so we literally did anything and everything in sight.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">the lord blessed me with smart parents, i just can't help it.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;">proof of my nerdiness over spring break:</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is my really cute little sister, but she is totally taken boys by a really cute ginger. be jealousss</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is the ever so popular newlywed couple i took pictures of the whole time we were there</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my seesters in front of a coral reef in the smithsonian museum made entirely out of yarn. CRAZY.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">now i am back in tuscaloosa and going to classes (gross) and i am so pale that i look like a vampire</span><span style="font-size: small;">.</span><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;"> i am trying to stay out of the direct sunlight so that my skin won't sparkle. </span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;">twilight reference. </span><span style="color: red; font-size: small;">hopefully you understood it.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: orange; font-size: small;">all of my friends went to the beach and look very ethnic and i am super duper jealous. </span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">BUT i am looking forward to school ending now.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: small;">we have two more weeks of march, the month of april, and then a few days in may and i am DONE with freshman year! </span><span style="color: cyan; font-size: small;">hallelujah and praise da lawd almighty!</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">words cannot describe how ready i am to move out of my frighteningly small dorm room and back home for the summer.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;">i haven't even noted the incredible weather we are experiencing in my city<span style="color: magenta;">. </span></span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;">it is exactly 70 degrees, sunny, and PERFECT.</span><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> incredible weather for an incredible time in my life.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: orange; font-size: small;">i can't believe this season of my life is about to be over!!</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">the year was great but i am ready to move forward and take advantage of the precious time jesus has given me here in tuscaloosa.</span> <span style="color: lime; font-size: small;">take the time to remember today that we are all here for a reason. </span><span style="color: cyan; font-size: small;">tell someone them you love them today.</span><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"> it will make their day, maybe even their week.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;">oh and go sit outside too. <span style="color: magenta;">it will make you happy.</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">H</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">p</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">p</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">y </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">V</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">s </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">D</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> E</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">v</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">!</span> I hope everyone is having an <u>awesome</u> day. It's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">70 degrees</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">sunny </span>today in Tuscaloosa, a <i>perfect</i> day to walk around the quad if you've got some free time! Thank you Jesus for the sunshine!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This weekend I went to <b>Purcell Farms </b>in Sylacauga for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">JH Staff Reunion</span>. It was <u>so great</u> to see all of my friends that I got so close to over the summer. It really is amazing how <i>deep</i> friendships can go when they are centered around <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Jesus</span>. I hadn't seen some of these people in <b>eight months</b>, and they came just as naturally as the friendships that I have here in Tuscaloosa. </span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After an incredible weekend, I've been doing a lot of thinking about how <u>different</u> my life is today than it was this time last year. Last year, I was still living at home, I had maybe five friends that I could always rely on (Take into account that I counted my dog as one of those five), unfortunately I had not pledged <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">G</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">D </span>yet (MiZ), I was involved in a couple of unhealthy relationships, and I just remember always wanting to <b>move forward </b>and get to the next step in life. Nowadays, I'm a college student and I am living on my own, I <u>finally</u> found something that I am passionate about and now have an idea of what I actually want to do with my life, and I am surrounded by people who love me and care for me deeply. Words cannot describe how much happier I am. I am perfectly content in my skin, which I have never been able to say before. Ask anyone who knew me last year, all I cared about was how my hair looked, if my outfit for school the next day was perfect, and if I had any facebook notifications. Talk about <b><u>POINTLESS!!!!</u></b> It started changing when I went to the Ranch this summer. I know I always talk about JH, but once you go you'll see, you never stop talking about it... so deal with it. Being a camper was great, but once I was on staff my world got <b>rocked</b>! I was immediately put on the housekeeping staff when I got to the ranch and I was the opposite of excited. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Housekeeping was like a bottom-of-the-totem-pole-scrub-toilets-every-day-no-matter-what kind of job</span>. After being taught how to scrub a boy toilet correctly by Mrs. Grace Dean and how to remove the mildew and fungus out of a shower, I was completely humbled and broken. Long story short, for some strange reason I thought that I was the shiz-nit, and I was the exact opposite. You know the song "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands"? It is so true and I finally believe it! I always thought that I needed to control SOME of the stuff in my life but Jesus says he wants it <u>ALL</u>. Once you give it over to Him, <b>your life will never be the same. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Basically</b> what I am trying to say in this blog post is that Jesus is faithful. I know that sometimes we don't think He's up there listening, but he IS! He LOVES YOU SO MUCH. People always care about what we look like on the outside when we want to impress someone. But when Jesus looks down, he doesn't see that new CoverGirl mascara or that big red truck with the big black tires, he sees your heart. So my question to you today is, do you think Jesus is proud of what he sees when he looks at you?I don't know about you, but I want Jesus to look over the clouds and pull over Joseph and Abraham to his throne, point down at me, and say, "LOOK! That's my daughter! Look how well she is doing!" Obviously we are nowhere near perfect and we never will be, but all He asks is that we give it all over to Him and try our very best!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know today is the day of love and picnics and roses and candy and hearts but the love of Jesus is so much sweeter. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">He will NEVER stop loving us</span>, and even better, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>you can NEVER do ANYTHING to make him love you less.</b> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don't think you have a Valentine today? You do. You have one everyday, and His name is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Emmanuel.</span></span>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-48975806712622430672011-01-12T21:15:00.000-08:002011-01-12T21:33:04.490-08:00ahhh back bloggin it UPahhhh hello blogging friends! what a crazy month it has been. last time i blogged i was talking about getting ready for mary margaret and kenny's wedding, and now it is almost their one month anniversary! the lovebyrds honeymooned in the bahamas, and then came home christmas eve so that we could do christmas together! christmas at the dorr house was magnificent as usual, lots of gifts and love and quality time together before kenny and marge left. we actually had a white christmas this year which made it even more special!!! now marge and ken-diggity dawg are settled into their apartment in virginia, and very happy. they are awesome. and in the words of forrest gump, "that's all i have to say about that"<br />
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christmas break was a 39 day break for me. thats a month and a week! i loved being back in my house with my family and puppy dogs and my own room! it was just fabulous. at the beginning of the break, i entered into a photo contest with Seaside cottage rental agency, and with the help of my family, friends, and sorority, my picture won!!! i was so excited. i released the rights of my image to them and so now they can use the picture in their advertising! so i'm really happy about that. thanks to everyone who "liked" my picture!<br />
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</div>i thought i would leave you with the entry of Jesus Calling for today, its so good i read it three times!<br />
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"Let Jesus prepare you for the day that stretches out before you. He knows <u>exactly</u> what this day will contain, whereas you only have <u>vague</u> ideas about it. You would like to see a map, showing all the twists and turns of your journey. You'd feel more prepared if you could somehow visualize what is on the road ahead. However, there is a <b>better</b> way to be prepared for <i>whatever </i>you will encounter today: <u>Spend quality time with Jesus</u>. He will not show you what is on the road ahead, but He will thoroughly <i><b>equip you for the journey</b></i>. His Living Presence is your Companion each step of the way. whispering His Name whenever you need to redirect your thoughts. Thus, you can walk through this day with your focus on Him. His abiding Presence is the <b>best</b> road map available."<br />
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smooches, kittyKitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-25330398738974281702010-12-09T09:46:00.000-08:002010-12-09T09:46:04.262-08:002,000 views yeauh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dykPh2t4PjUpNvSvDLlpEdv_6YZCN5TUtt15Ca631NffinHYjdt7cb_9mah6HmnBAIc9ryZqz8GQCwwWsdscg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i hope you enjoyed that video that i took of my family as we were looking for our christmas tree :)</div><blockquote>i've officially been home for christmas break since saturday, and it has been such a relaxing week hanging out with my family and puppy dogs. its going to get even better today because kenny kenny byrd yall is flying into birmingham to hang out wit da dorr fam and get ready for his and mary margaret's wedding in EIGHT days!!! its crazy to think it is almost a week away, i remember when we were counting down in the 100's and now it is eightttt days away. i can't wait! mary margaret has her last dress fitting today, and we have a couple of small things to do before the rehearsal dinner but besides that, we are pretty much done planning and getting everything together. mary margaret and kenny are so excited, and i am so happy for them! as you can see in the christmas tree video, kenny fits in so perfectly with our family, jesus could not have picked anyone more perfect for mary margaret. i probably wont have much time to post this next week getting all of this last minute stuff done, but i will be putting up some of my pictures from the wedding :) talk to you guys in a week! </blockquote> CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN: SIXTEEN DAYS!Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-14513836543079244842010-11-09T12:17:00.000-08:002010-11-09T12:20:52.332-08:00why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?even though the title of my blog post was said by a british guy in what a girl wants, a movie from 2003, it is still one of my favorites. last week during alpha gam's freshman bible study we were talking about how hard it is to fit in and the reasons why you would want to fit in. going into college, all i wanted to do was make friends. and to make friends, you've got to do the stuff they are doing, wear the clothes they wear, listen to the music they listen to, say what they say, and so on. in our bible study we were talking about WHY we do this to ourselves. jesus is not only our creator, father, and savior, he also wants us to be so close to him that we consider him our best friends. can you even imagine your life if you didn't care what people thought about you because you knew you ALWAYS had the perfect love of jesus? seriously his love is perfect. he is the only thing in the world that is perfect. why would you not invest your time into him every day? he will NEVER let you down. and he obviously created you, so he thinks his creation is great too. you will never have to "win him over" or impress him because he already loves you so much. we have GOT to stop wasting our time trying to win the approval of others, cause at the end of the day, the only person who's opinion matters is the one of jesus. he created us to be salt and light to the world, and i don't know about yall, but that to me means STANDING out and being SET apart. i think that the last thing he would want is his children not being able to be picked out of a group because we blended too well.<br />
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jesus loves you so much and wants to be your very best friend.Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-75754954830975913432010-11-04T10:35:00.000-07:002010-11-04T10:37:17.261-07:00WEEZY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeKia0yNDqTEK1QOAiO3ceoLwbHoLf053K5tl6F1AQoGERa9VxhxTV_xfPksqykSLRqixW_G_cXTh0nOOSmhRf21S46ozGnLGz7uFDRwZUjZ8nrw4vn5StAoywyC369vnC0RNAQnOWFUI/s1600/Lil+Wayne+weezy+f+baby.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeKia0yNDqTEK1QOAiO3ceoLwbHoLf053K5tl6F1AQoGERa9VxhxTV_xfPksqykSLRqixW_G_cXTh0nOOSmhRf21S46ozGnLGz7uFDRwZUjZ8nrw4vn5StAoywyC369vnC0RNAQnOWFUI/s320/Lil+Wayne+weezy+f+baby.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">2) I'VE GOTTEN A THOUSAND VIEWS ON MY BLOG!! YAY!! THANKS EVERYBODY.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">SHOUTOUT TO MICHELLE DUNAJCIK, SHE MY HOME GIRL.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">PEACE AND BLESSINS</span>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-46541449499555466792010-11-02T13:22:00.000-07:002010-11-02T13:23:46.793-07:00so blessed by your faithfulness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCTdGuz0MC8NZYH31RQMO3qipmSAQVOEdDDjF58G4LGYES04PiC8cXh8xnkK2teKY8WAZ3keWsKDlhA3aY0uhDSq7DtBl05OdYBnBovA8WQuM1-CJ8ZFH1d-aeT05t0pAsB3XGDUsDpF7/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCTdGuz0MC8NZYH31RQMO3qipmSAQVOEdDDjF58G4LGYES04PiC8cXh8xnkK2teKY8WAZ3keWsKDlhA3aY0uhDSq7DtBl05OdYBnBovA8WQuM1-CJ8ZFH1d-aeT05t0pAsB3XGDUsDpF7/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" width="289" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so. i went to huntsville (aka h-town, <b>huntsvegas</b>) with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>margaret anne pate</b></span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b>matthew brightbill</b></span> for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">fall break</span>. it was such a <u>relaxing</u> and much-needed break from stress and school.<u> i cant even tell you how much god has blessed me by placing these two people in my life.</u> have you ever gotten back from doing something and you are sitting in your bed later or maybe in the shower and you think to yourself about how awesome the people are that the lord puts into your life? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><u><b>happens to me literally every single night. </b></u></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i know this phrase is so overused and a tad cheesy, but for me its entirely true. <u>i do not know what i would have done without them in my first semester here at alabama.</u> <b>so much</b> changed in my life over one summer. after working at the ranch and getting back home i was no longer a young girl in high school, i was an adult entering college. its still really <u>weird</u> to think about really, picturing myself as an adult. but it still completely amazes me just to think about how god really does have my entire world in his hands. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the lord knew that i needed to meet these two people at the ranch this summer to succeed in college. so he put it on all of our hearts to first of all work at the ranch. and then we were all accepted, put in positions at the ranch that were near each other, and margaret anne lived in the same trailer that i did for two months. there is <u>absolutely no way</u> that it was <b>just coincidence</b> that i am friends with these two people. in not saying that matthew and i are getting married, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">these two special people are literally and most definitely my soul mates. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">these two people are so real, so life-giving and just so perfect for me, i know we will be friends for the rest of our lives. and just to think that our little triangle of awesomeness is centered around mr. love, jesus christ himself! it just blows my mind to think of how perfectly god makes things work in your everyday life. true story: my whole senior year i was begging jesus to bring just a few godly friend into my life. i had friends at vestavia, but i was just so worried about going to college and not knowing anyone. <u>not only did jesus give me friends, he gave my very best friends that i am kinda sorta totally obsessed with.</u></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ecclesiastes 4:12 <b>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken."</span></b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">L-O-V-E.</span></u></i></b> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">this shirt literally had me thinking the whole way back home. usually when you think about the word love, you think about skipping on the beach with your awesome boyfriend in july as the wind blows through your hair and the sand sinks beneath your toes. but this shirt was <b>black with white letters</b>. it wasn't pink and red with <b>hearts</b> all over it. it was just black. i think that this shirt is challenging all of us to <b>get out of our comfort zones</b> and <b>stereotypical love bubble</b>s and really <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">LOVE PEOPLE!</span></b> can you even <u>imagine</u> how much it would <i>increase</i> the <b>quality</b> of our lives if we <b><u><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">automatically loved everyone that we met</span></i></u></b> instead of judging, stereotyping, or accepting the past rumors about a person? not only would they appreciate it, <b>your</b> <b>life would also change for the better</b>. everyone is always looking for something they can do to </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">change the world</span>. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the random girl who was wearing this extraordinary shirt has finally found the way. <b>love</b> the lord. <b>love</b> people. <b>love</b> the girl in your class who doesn't talk to anyone. <b>love</b> the boy on your hall that stays in his room all the time. <b>love</b> your competitors, no matter what team they pull for. <b>love</b> that one person who you think you hate. <b>love</b> the person who cuts you off on the road and makes you run late. <b>love</b> the person who accidentally steps on your foot in the elevator. <b>love</b> your atheist teacher who attacks your religion. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>love</b> the people you work with.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <b>love</b> your family. <b>love</b> your friends. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>love</b> all of your enemies. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and then <b>love</b> yourself.</span><br />
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ROLL TIDE.Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-56832152865536442612010-10-25T18:47:00.000-07:002010-10-25T18:47:04.343-07:00a special dedicationi would like to dedicate this blog post to lizzie ernstberger.<br />
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ten reasons why i love this sister of mine:<br />
1) she has a fantastic grease bang that anyone would kill for<br />
2) she loves wendy's... or is it chickfila?<br />
3) she does not know how to blow dry her hair<br />
4) she only wears neutral tones<br />
5) she made a 104 on a test that i helped her study for.... you're welcome<br />
6) she is a fantastic pomper... me not so much<br />
7) she is from mountain brook (you can call her brookie if you would like)<br />
8) her hair stylist's name is kevin<br />
9) her phone is reeeeaaaallllyy nice.<br />
10) she stole her boyfriend's ray bans (her boyfriend is 23)<br />
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</tbody></table>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-91729291622377134772010-10-25T18:39:00.000-07:002010-10-25T18:39:49.971-07:00what a fabulous weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSI-FgW24RhShTCj8JCVJq-S4-L1-T_Fm73eauJsAHBtVUpsBvDcqhurvM6biZg7CLkoi2AzfOGOR6o0WU9t4zDQKWV63M7Znk6QGu-GqwEo66KPu-4bYcaF_0o9zzdK3w5q3EUh-qvm0u/s1600/DSC_1010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSI-FgW24RhShTCj8JCVJq-S4-L1-T_Fm73eauJsAHBtVUpsBvDcqhurvM6biZg7CLkoi2AzfOGOR6o0WU9t4zDQKWV63M7Znk6QGu-GqwEo66KPu-4bYcaF_0o9zzdK3w5q3EUh-qvm0u/s320/DSC_1010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>i went home to bir-men-ham this weekend. much needed vacation from tuscaloosa. friday night i went to vestavia's homecoming game which was so fabulous because i saw emily frazier, katherine thomas, anddd kenzie derr, all of whom i have not seen since i left for college in august- it was great getting to reconnect with them. kenzie derr is SUCH a big deal. she got to crown the homecoming queen this year because of course she won the huge title last year. francie harris, my down the street neighbor, won it this year. she is so adorable and i am so glad she won!! dang i am doing so many shout outs in this post.<br />
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anyway, after the game i went to take pictures of my little sister juju and her date before the big bad homecoming dance, ill add a picture so you can see how pretty she looked.<br />
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saturday was filled with lots of football. auburn is still undefeated, mizzz. im sure you have already heard that they are ranked number one now. in the words of my brother luke, "did cam newton steal the bcs computers too?" i wholeheartedly agree. well not really. cam newton is really cute. a cute convict. hahaha whatever. im happy for auburn, they deserve a little time in the limelight. it must be hard to lurk in the shadows of alabama all the time. i was blessed to watch the alabama vs. tennessee game with my family, friends, and da boyfrand, so even though auburn is still undefeated it was a good night.<br />
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and now for the reason for this post.<br />
after the alabama game i accompanied my handsome beau to paranormal activity 2. as i was walking in i looked like i was walking to my death. now i am asking myself why in the H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS did i do this. i closed my eyes just about the entire movie and when i opened my eyes, it was over and everybody was dead/abducted by a demon possessed woman. matthew loves scary movies. i hate scary movies. i cried in disturbia. literallly. tears. lots of them. i just dont like to be scared. i would much rather laugh than to sit there and plug my eyes and ears in hopes of not hearing the movie. i am so scarred now that i think everything is possessed by a demon. if i hear the smallest noise i jump and shriek very loudly. i cant even imagine how scared i would be if i actually watched the movie in its entirety. just talking about it right now gives me the heebie jeebies. so if you are wondering if you should go see this "thriller" i would give two pieces of advice: 1) pee before you go into the movie and 2) bring earplugs. that is all.<br />
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</tbody></table>God Bless and Roll Tide.<br />
<meta charset="utf-8"></meta><meta charset="utf-8"></meta>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-71229689209383200422010-10-21T21:19:00.000-07:002010-10-21T21:23:18.139-07:00blog number tres<meta charset="utf-8"></meta><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">today has been such a fantastic day. i got twelve hours of sleep last night, which hasn't happened ever since ive been in college.. so pat on the back for kitty kat. that rhymed. anyways, went to my 11 o clock class where my teacher cant pronounce any of the words in our book correctly.. drove me crazy. and then i was done with class for the day. trust me i know, my schedule today was SO hectic.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">today is two of my pledge sister's birthdays, chanley bell and abbey crain. happy birthday to you two!!! they are both super legit. i just happened to run into chanley on the quad today and might or might not have have screamed from really far away, "OH MY GOSH IS THAT CHANLEY BELL?!" so everyone on the quad was looking at her at that point.. so i took advantage of the situation and yelled, "HEY EVERYBODY!!! TODAY IS CHANLEY'S BIRTHDAY!!!" i would have started singing but i didnt want to make her cry on her birthday. seriously though.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">in other news, i have found a new youtube video to obsess over and tell everyone about. good thing i have a blog now. ye ye ye. the video is by will smith's daughter, willow smith. yes that really is her name, hilar. the video is called "whip my hair" and you will not be disappointed. that little girl can DANCE. like woah. i want to whip my hair like her. real bad.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">i also got a care package today from me mummy! so exciting to carry around a package all over campus knowing that your momma loves you enough to send you a box full of candy. she knows me so very well.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">i ate dinner tonight at bento with the boyfrand and daniel byars. it was my first time there - sooo good. like 13nationalchampionships good. or maybe justinbieberssongs good. orrrrr maybe alphagammadelta good. either way, it was fantastic. i am now going to stop blabbering and finish studying for a test i have tomorrow, and then it is time to head home for the weekend with my super adorable boyfriend. cannot freakingggg wait.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">i whip my hair back and forth!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<meta charset="utf-8"></meta>Kitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-17434942437450461142010-10-20T11:20:00.000-07:002010-10-20T11:21:01.570-07:00life just got SO much better<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>oh</b></span><b> my</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b> goodness</b></span>.<br />
you know when you have one of those days when something <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HUGE</span> happens and years later you can still remember where you were, who you were with and what clothes you were wearing when it happened?<br />
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<b>TODAY IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS!!!</b><br />
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now you are probably asking yourself, "whats the big news kitty kat?"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BEYONCE KNOWLES IS PREGNANT.</span><br />
i haven't been this excited since kenny proposed to mary margaret. literally. i haven't been able to focus on anything ALL DAY and i even took my ADHD medicine this morning which makes me focus. so this must mean that im really excited.<br />
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you know what? i was just thinking about this and in nine months i will be working at the ranch. why is this important? i will have <b>NO PHONE, NO COMPUTER, NO TWITTER, AND NO TV TO TELL ME WHEN IT HAPPENS</b>. this could be a problem. <u>no</u>, actually this <u><b>IS</b></u> a problem. could someone <i>please</i> write me a letter maybe and let me know when she has her baby? that would be <b>greatly</b> appreciated.<br />
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i wonder if i could write her a letter asking to be the child's godmother? im really responsible and i would love that baby like it was my own. i think i will go start drafting that letter now.<br />
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sooo much to do with my future god-baby on the way and so little time.<br />
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peace and blessings yallKitty Dorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15943634773942298263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418855525428868667.post-65437629906039682552010-10-19T13:05:00.000-07:002010-10-19T21:13:27.416-07:00oh my goodness i have a blog-izzle<div style="text-align: right;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>why <b>hello</b> there! my name is kitty. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">roll tide</span>. i have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">finally</span> decided to make a blog. one of my friends has one, she is <b>really</b> cool. her name is <b>francie duckworth</b>, you might know her, she is a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">national champion</span> in cheer leading. oh did i mention she is my <b>sister</b>? you're probably thinking to yourself uhhh... dorr? duckworth? that makes no sense? frannie is my sorority sister. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BOOM</span>. so if you were wondering, the answer is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">yes</span>. i am one of those<u> incredibly annoying</u> sorority girls who wears <i>over sized tshirts, nike tempo shorts, ray bans, and lives and breathes in </i><b><i>alpha gam</i></b><i> gear.</i> i am <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">blessed</span></b> to have pledged the <u>university of alabama's</u> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">most outstanding sorority</span> this fall (yes they did actually win that award, i'm not just calling it that) and i'm <b>freaking obsessed</b> with it. i have 81 sisters that i am pledging with whom i <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">LOVE.</span></b><br />
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</tbody></table>i have the most <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">amazing</span> family that anyone could ask for. my parents are <b>so supportive</b> and i have missed both of them <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">so </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">muc</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">h</span> now that im in college. joanne is the <u>best mom you will ever meet</u>. she met my dad in law school at the university of alabama, she has her law degree and worked for a public defender for ten years, but now she does not practice.. she has a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><i><u>little</u></i></b></span> going on with us kids, (three being in college) selling Etc. clothes, taking care of 5 dogs, and planning a wedding in december. <b>MY MOM WAS MISS ALABAMA IN 1981</b>. she hates it when i tell people that but my bloggers need to know the truth. rusty is an attorney at maynard cooper and gale law-firm in birmingham and loves it there, he is founder of the church of the highlands parking team that he<b> <u>selflessly serves every week with a smile on his face</u></b>, he knows how to mow a lawn <b>and</b> how to sew together my bedding for college that i ripped on the first day of buying it.. pretty much an <b>all-around baller person to have for a dad</b>. moms and pops (that we have nicknamed joan/joanie and BDR - short for big daddy rus) just celebrated their <b>25th</b> anniversary this past june and are the <i>best parents a girl could ask for.</i> They like each other a lot, so here i am with four other siblings.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ul><li><b><u><i>Mary Margaret:</i></u></b> oldest, age 22, beautiful, twin to luke (look below), graduated in may from auburn university with a major in english, has a gorgeous long haired weenie dog named nelly, engaged to her soul mate and honor guardsman kenny byrd, they are getting married in december and moving to virginia where kenny is stationed. (the thought of her moving absolutely makes me want to vomit, so we are not going to think about that now and move on)</li>
<li><b><i><u>Luke:</u></i></b> age 22, twin to mary margaret (see above), senior at the university of alabama, majoring in human development, member of every honor society on campus and his teachers love him so much that they would probably save his old tissue from the trash can and sell it on ebay, graduating in may, most determined and hard working person you will ever meet, works as a barista at starbucks and makes lots of fattening drinks, doing an internship right now with church of the highlands, has a chocolate lab named macy who is his one true love, my girlfriends ask me for his number on a regular basis, and he loves alabama football.</li>
<li><b><i><u>Jake:</u> </i></b>age 20, very athletic, devilishly handsome, junior at the university of alabama, majoring in criminal justice, lives in a mansion off of campus with luke (see above), also owns a chocolate lab named shasta whom he loves dearly despite his love for eating jake's blackberry, dating bea (pronounced bee, like a honey bee, bzzz) smith, who is the cutest 5'1"mississippi-an you will ever meet, he is also doing an internship with luke at church of the highlands, loves to work out with his brother, eats a lot, and is the biggest alabama fan you will ever meet. </li>
<li><b><i><u>Kitty:</u></i></b> this is where i come in... not the middle child and not the baby, its a pretty awkward spot but someones gotta do it.</li>
<li><b><i><u>Julia:</u></i></b> age <s>5</s> oh wait, i mean <s>12</s>, oh dang maybe <s>14</s>? just kidding juju :) age 15 - will be 16 next month, only kid at home now, does a lot of chores and errands with mama jo, sophomore at vestavia hills high school, SGA representative, member of the most elite dance team at her dance studio, active and dedicated member of the switch high school youth group at church of the highlands in birmingham, has her first homecoming dance this coming friday with the most adorable date, has a white lab named honey who she would jump in front of a train for, will most likely get a brand new 2011 red ferrari for her 16th birthday, loves the beach, yogurt mountain, and hanging out with her cute high school friends on the weekend. </li>
</ul>i live in a <b>really</b> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">disgusting</span></b> all-girl dorm that is <i>not</i> my favorite, but its really close to my classes and the alphgam house which is <b>super nice</b>. I did potluck for my roommate and it turned out <b>SO</b> well; I live with a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BALLER</span> from louisiana. her name is taylor, she is a<i> boss</i>. she loves to exercise and runs up the 14 flights of stairs for fun. no <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">seriously</span> she does <b>:)</b> while she is doing that i like to sit here and text my boyfriend. and that gets me to my next point. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">matthew brightbill</span>. just typing his name makes me happy. i worked with him this summer at the <b>BEST</b> place in the <b>WHOLE WORLD</b>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>JH ranch</i></b>.</span> matthew was on maintenance, I was on housekeeping... he took out the trash while I cleaned toilets. <b>it was love at first sight.</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HA</span>. totally kidding. i was literally obsessed with him the whole time we were there, he didn't like me <b>at all</b>. we worked there for two months, it was the <b><u>best two months of my whole life.</u></b> and nowww here comes my shameless plug for jh ranch -<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> IT'S BEAUTIFUL, FREE FROM DISTRACTIONS, AND YOU WILL MEET FRIENDS THAT YOU WILL KEEP FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE</span></i></b>. <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER YOU GO.</span></i></b><br />
sorry, had to get that out of my system. back to my fantastic boyfriend. we got home in mid-july and hung out a lot once we got home. (why yes we both happened to live in birmingham, happened to work at the ranch, and happened to go to the university of alabama) nah, not really, it was <b>NOT</b> a coincidence. it was most definitely a god thing. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i've never been so proud to call anything mine.</span> seriously he hits <b>every single thing</b> on a girl's checklist: he is a servant of jesus christ, he is the nicest person you will ever meet, he <u>literally</u> never stops smiling, he is the most handsome thing you will ever lay your eyes on, he is such a gentleman, he is <b><i>SO SMART</i></b> (no seriously.. he's pre-med), and his family is <b>fantastic</b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ive never been happier in my whole life</span>.<br />
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school has been going <b>great</b>, i love my classes and i <u>love</u> walking around on the quad on these lovely fall days. my bestest friend here at the university of alabama is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>margaret anne pate.</b></span> she is the star to my burst, the reeses to my cup, the buttons to my cardigan, the spoon to my tcby, and the zipper to my patagonia jacket. she is the <u>cutest</u> thing in the world. she loves to cook and clean and make little <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">d</span> charts for herself. she <b><u>loves</u></b> baseball, especially the cardinals, wearing bows in her hair, looking up new recipes, her momma, and alabama football. i mean, who doesn't..? she also worked with me at the ranch this summer. she was an office girl and i vacuumed her office everyday, it was just <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">magical</span>. we are working out there again together next summer and <b><i><u>w</u></i></b><u><b><i>e are so excited</i></b></u>!!!<br />
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im gonna stop typing now and go get some study hall hours for this week. gotta make alphgam happy! :)<br />
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goodbye until next time!<br />
ROLL TIDE ROLL<br />
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