<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775</id><updated>2011-05-02T22:17:44.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All In A Days Work!</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes we all need a place to vent this is where I go to do that!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-2092199840223393680</id><published>2011-03-14T09:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:13:56.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>The family and I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much fun this weekend! We got up early Saturday morning and got ready for the Renaissance Festival and went and spent the day there.  We didn't get to see as many of the shows that I would have liked to see but we are going to go back in two weeks and watch more of the shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there this weekend we bought wooden swords for the kids, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; got to do archery and rock climbing and she also got a Henna Tattoo of a dragon fly.  The kids rode a few of the rides and we had a lot of good food. We did more sightseeing this trip up but we will relax and watch shows next time.  My sis-in-law said that she wants to come with us next time we go so that's gonna be lots of fun.  We took one of the maps with the schedule of shows home so I think I am going to look through it and highlight everything that sounds &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; and try to see all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home pretty late on Saturday and we were exhausted.  We all went straight to sleep -- no baths or showers!  We got up on Sunday and decided it was time to do some cleaning.  While my husband and I were in the kitchen we got a phone call and our daughter answered it.  Unfortunately she thought it was a wrong number because she couldn't understand what the person was saying. Fortunately they called back and we found out that they were calling about the car.  After we spoke to the people about the car our daughter explained that when she answered the phone the person on the other end was speaking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; and she told them that they had the wrong number.  She told us that the man started saying, "No! No wrong number!" and she told him, "Yes wrong number!" and hung up on him.  We actually got two phone calls about the car on Sunday and one person came by to see it!  I am going to put the add back in the paper next Friday, Saturday, and Sunday and see if we get anymore calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my weekend.  Hope you had as much fun as I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-2092199840223393680?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2092199840223393680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=2092199840223393680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/2092199840223393680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/2092199840223393680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3234497131963902063</id><published>2011-03-10T21:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:54:18.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axNjBCuE5D4/TXmqtacWO1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wHvm1Hu_YM/s1600/IMG_3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582680910271494994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axNjBCuE5D4/TXmqtacWO1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wHvm1Hu_YM/s400/IMG_3352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anybody is interested I updated my Flikr photostream. Check it out on the side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3234497131963902063?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3234497131963902063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3234497131963902063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3234497131963902063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3234497131963902063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axNjBCuE5D4/TXmqtacWO1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wHvm1Hu_YM/s72-c/IMG_3352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3568650825224265111</id><published>2011-03-10T20:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:43:09.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Out the Trash!</title><content type='html'>Today my husband took off of work to "work on" the car and after two hours under the hood and one hour on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; I placed an add in the paper that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1998 Ford Escort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$500 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't start, engine needs work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Restored Salvage title&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you can see I decided when he came home yesterday that I was getting rid of the car ASAP. He really did try to do something with the car but I was totally against it turning into a big red dust collector. So now we are playing the wait and see game while we test the waters with a two day add. Let's see if I can get this thing off my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3568650825224265111?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3568650825224265111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3568650825224265111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3568650825224265111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3568650825224265111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-out-trash.html' title='Taking Out the Trash!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-199017228846953465</id><published>2011-03-09T20:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:54:44.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>So my husband just surprised me with a broken car that had to be towed home.  Now I have a car on the side of the house that we will probably never fix in the beginning stages of dust collection.  I told my husband that we got good use out of the car and it was time to let it go. So now his job is to find a salvage yard that will take the car off our hands.  I think he is falling into a little "funk" because he has been moping around ever since he got home with the tow truck driver.  Hopefully he feels better tomorrow after he realizes that we only paid $800 for that car and we had it for about six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  I didn't exercise today or yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-199017228846953465?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/199017228846953465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=199017228846953465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/199017228846953465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/199017228846953465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-8222878238630380520</id><published>2011-03-08T17:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:25:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Time Go?</title><content type='html'>Five &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;O'clock&lt;/span&gt; has rolled around and the only task that I have successfully completed were breakfast, lunch, and snacks.  I haven't done any exercising -- unless you count lifting the remote -- and never even pulled out the Biggest Loser Workout.  But, that's OK my husband is coming home and he'll workout with me.  I did manage to vacuum today and I went through a few shows on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.  I really need to do better and start managing my time.  Well tomorrow is another day which means another chance so I'll be crossing my fingers for that.  Now it's time to get dinner ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-8222878238630380520?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8222878238630380520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=8222878238630380520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8222878238630380520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8222878238630380520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where Did the Time Go?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3547432880633135059</id><published>2011-03-08T09:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:52:05.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Distractions</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I put off exercising until my husband came home and said that it was time for me to do some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;. Now I thought that the clothes I washed and fold, the closet that I cleaned, and the floor that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; were considered a small part of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; routine but I guess I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt; mistaken. Today I am supposed to do The Biggest Loser Power Sculpt Workout before my husband gets home -- which I was supposed to do yesterday -- and I am trying to figure out where I should fit it in. Should I do it before the bag of chips or after the the rice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crispie&lt;/span&gt; treat? The things that I have to schedule. What fun! And to top this all off today is Fat Tuesday, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; day in my hometown and I am stuck in Arizona. No good seafood, no king cake, and no beads and brass band. I do have burritos, hamburgers, and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I'll have to have my own little celebration. Now I have to get back to my many distractions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3547432880633135059?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3547432880633135059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3547432880633135059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3547432880633135059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3547432880633135059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-many-distractions.html' title='So Many Distractions'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-5825768345235898970</id><published>2011-03-07T08:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:00:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Almost Four Years!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I stayed away for so long.  I knew I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; just writing for my own enjoyment but so much has changed since Thanksgiving 2007.  I am now a mother of three, I have cut off most of my hair, and I have gained some weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I say that I am going to "Get back in shape!", but, this year I have actually been exercising.  I haven't quite gotten the "eating healthy" part down yet but maybe I'll get around to it.  My husband and I have made a "Biggest Loser Couples" type of bet with my sister and her husband and we plan on winning.  I think that it is a little sad that it took puttting money on the table to take weight loss seriously.  Honestly even with the money I haven't been serious enough.  Without my husband I would still be the food whore that I am sitting back popping aything labled extra sugar extra fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a roll for a while and I was faithfully exercising and trying to eat more leafy greens; but, Valentine's rolled around and I became the Candy Snatcher.  I was actually trying to hide candy from the kids.  I even went through my daughter's bag from school and took out anything that even resembled chocolate.  I actually ganed four of the six pounds that I loss and went on an exercise sabatical.  So on Friday my husband dragged me out of the house and we bought another workout video.  I just knew that it would become our newest coaster but we actually got up Saturday morning before the kids and did the workout.  I felt so good that I decided that we should go to the park and play softball or fly kites too.  Saturday was an all around great day for us.  I felt so good about Saturday that on Sunday I got up turned on the music and started cleaning the house while my husband followed suit.  He actually did Zumba with me that night and it was pretty fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to today.  I realize that I am like a child that needs constant monitoring when it comes to this exercise thing.  If nobody is around to make sure that I am doing it or to tell me that exercising is actually a good thing I tend to keep putting it off.  I need to try to make this thing a routine or I will never really get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my project for  the next few weeks is to try and make this a habit and after that maybe I'll try to tackle this eating healthy concept.  Anyway,  I'm off to try and do this dumbell workout that my husband left out for me to do.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-5825768345235898970?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5825768345235898970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=5825768345235898970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/5825768345235898970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/5825768345235898970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-almost-four-years.html' title='It&apos;s Been Almost Four Years!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-5981197848215116761</id><published>2007-11-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:20.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0RuWbiJedI/AAAAAAAAACc/G_V0l8vC-IA/s1600-h/cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135350806736370130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0RuWbiJedI/AAAAAAAAACc/G_V0l8vC-IA/s200/cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0RuOriJecI/AAAAAAAAACU/aRdW7JnYxm8/s1600-h/cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ferrier Thanksgiving Menu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Turkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mac and Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jambalya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Green Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stuffed Bell Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                     Sweet Potatoe Pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                        Apple Pies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will not be any gumbo this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-5981197848215116761?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5981197848215116761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=5981197848215116761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/5981197848215116761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/5981197848215116761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-menu.html' title='Our Menu'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0RuWbiJedI/AAAAAAAAACc/G_V0l8vC-IA/s72-c/cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-6283245046506190679</id><published>2007-11-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:20.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Be Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0Rsz7iJebI/AAAAAAAAACM/41utsMAj4Yo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349114519255474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0Rsz7iJebI/AAAAAAAAACM/41utsMAj4Yo/s200/Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Thanksgiving time and I have so much going on.  I am glad that I started some of my cooking early because there is no way that I would have been able to finish at a decent time tomorrow if I hadn't!  This is going to be the first time that I am actually cooking the Thanksgiving meal on my own.  I am very excited so wish me luck!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-6283245046506190679?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6283245046506190679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=6283245046506190679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/6283245046506190679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/6283245046506190679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-must-be-thanksgiving_21.html' title='It Must Be Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/R0Rsz7iJebI/AAAAAAAAACM/41utsMAj4Yo/s72-c/Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-7027234340685875296</id><published>2007-11-19T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:07:20.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Cameras Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52264160@N00/2049162676/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2011/2049162676_9435f665ae_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52264160@N00/2049162676/"&gt;No Cameras Please!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/52264160@N00/"&gt;kellie_df6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wants to take pictures anymore.  But, that's O.K. I took them anyway!  So, if anybody is interested I have new pictures in the pictures section.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Night!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-7027234340685875296?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7027234340685875296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=7027234340685875296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/7027234340685875296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/7027234340685875296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-cameras-please.html' title='No Cameras Please!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2011/2049162676_9435f665ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3362257418215516103</id><published>2007-11-07T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:08:52.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  I am not an original!</title><content type='html'>Well, I stole this idea from my sister-in-law and added punky moods to my blog.  So from now on I will have a "What Mood Am I In" section on this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go drop my daughter off at school!  Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3362257418215516103?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3362257418215516103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3362257418215516103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3362257418215516103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3362257418215516103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-i-am-not-original.html' title='So...  I am not an original!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-8958182051207706919</id><published>2007-11-03T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:49:45.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Were You for Halloween?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52264160@N00/1813641997/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/1813641997_591a01d4f2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52264160@N00/1813641997/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/52264160@N00/"&gt;kellie_df6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I have always been a stick in the mud when it came to Halloween. When I was younger I never wanted to dress up because I always thought that I was too old for that. Now that I have kids I am all for the dress up portion even if we don't go out. My daughter was a Pirate and my son was a cute little monkey. The baby didn't get out for Halloween but my husband and daughter had fun! They carved the pumpkin (which I showed in a previous post) and cruised the neighborhood for candy. We took lots of pictures before they started their Halloween venture so feel free to check them out in my pictures section. If you click the Flickr link it will take you to the rest of my pictures. There is a Halloween 2007 set to the right side of the page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I haven't told you guys my story about our short Phoenix trip yet so I will be back to elaborate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-8958182051207706919?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8958182051207706919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=8958182051207706919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8958182051207706919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8958182051207706919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-were-you-for-halloween_03.html' title='What Were You for Halloween?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/1813641997_591a01d4f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-4265947181567926700</id><published>2007-11-02T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:31:29.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52264160@N00/1795754256/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/1795754256_afeb65ce67_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52264160@N00/1795754256/"&gt;My Babies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/52264160@N00/"&gt;kellie_df6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While we were in Phoenix  I took a few pictures of my babies.  Here is one that I really liked.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-4265947181567926700?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4265947181567926700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=4265947181567926700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/4265947181567926700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/4265947181567926700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/1795754256_afeb65ce67_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-2326613259181455591</id><published>2007-11-01T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Halloween Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Ryon5KBRGUI/AAAAAAAAABs/CT9fTdJgA7s/s1600-h/S3700128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127954988610427202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Ryon5KBRGUI/AAAAAAAAABs/CT9fTdJgA7s/s200/S3700128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-2326613259181455591?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2326613259181455591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=2326613259181455591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/2326613259181455591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/2326613259181455591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-halloween-pumpkin.html' title='Our Halloween Pumpkin'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Ryon5KBRGUI/AAAAAAAAABs/CT9fTdJgA7s/s72-c/S3700128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3668138020883039669</id><published>2007-10-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:55:42.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Seems Like A Blur</title><content type='html'>Well, I have discontinued my countdown, my daughter has gotten her report card, we have somehow killed three neon tetras, and my In-Laws have come and gone. All of this has happened in the past few days and it all seems like a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Kailyn did well on her report card we decided to get her a fish tank. She had been asking for it since the beginning of the year and we told her that she could get a tank if she did well in school. Her grades were great so we went and got a tank and prepared it for fish. The next day we bought five neon tetras and watched them as we integrated them into the tank. The first one died within 15 minutes. The next one died sometime during the weekend while we were in Phoenix and the third one died today while my daughter was watching them swim. So now we are down to three noen tetras and a Beta fish that my husband bought on the way home from work. We are currently taking bets on the life span of the last two neon tetras. I think the Beta will catch them sometime tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just had to get on to share this short thought. I will have to come back later tonight to tell everyone about my weekend trip. Let's just say this story is pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3668138020883039669?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3668138020883039669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3668138020883039669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3668138020883039669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3668138020883039669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-all-seems-like-blur.html' title='It All Seems Like A Blur'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-907874640182894297</id><published>2007-10-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Now Grandma Judy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rxt1gtd3c9I/AAAAAAAAABk/SyruniHt2Ic/s1600-h/10-21-07_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818205885199314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rxt1gtd3c9I/AAAAAAAAABk/SyruniHt2Ic/s200/10-21-07_0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is your picture mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-907874640182894297?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/907874640182894297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=907874640182894297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/907874640182894297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/907874640182894297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-now-grandma-judy.html' title='Happy Now Grandma Judy!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rxt1gtd3c9I/AAAAAAAAABk/SyruniHt2Ic/s72-c/10-21-07_0848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-843136604007661897</id><published>2007-10-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:20.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe A Countdown Won't Work For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxtpVdd3c8I/AAAAAAAAABc/kTH-BsJ_Zx8/s1600-h/pic-v9-st32-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123804818472137666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxtpVdd3c8I/AAAAAAAAABc/kTH-BsJ_Zx8/s200/pic-v9-st32-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started this 21 day countdown I was in it to win it. Now I think it wasn't the route to take. I haven't posted for the past two days. Two days of my countdown to making this blog a habit have come and gone. It's not that I haven't had anything to write about it's just that I have actually been busy. With my mother-in-law and father-in-law in town I have been doing things with them. But, as you can see I did come back even after missing two days. Maybe I just needed a little push -- not a countdown -- to make this work. I think for the time being my countdown is on hiatus. Maybe I'll bring it back later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-843136604007661897?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/843136604007661897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=843136604007661897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/843136604007661897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/843136604007661897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-countdown-wont-work-for-me.html' title='Maybe A Countdown Won&apos;t Work For Me'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxtpVdd3c8I/AAAAAAAAABc/kTH-BsJ_Zx8/s72-c/pic-v9-st32-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-4447256901608496864</id><published>2007-10-18T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:21.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden of Eatin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rxg2ldd3c7I/AAAAAAAAABU/luv6aXC-gyQ/s1600-h/Pumpkin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122904593326896050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rxg2ldd3c7I/AAAAAAAAABU/luv6aXC-gyQ/s200/Pumpkin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I went to "The Garden of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eatin&lt;/span&gt;" with my daughter and her classmates for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fieldtrip&lt;/span&gt; and those are the pumpkins that some of the kids picked from the pumpkin patch. My daughter's pumpkin is the one in front. During this field trip they got to pet goats, feed pigs, have story time, go to a pumpkin class, and end it off with a trip through a maze. She had a great time and is ready to carve her pumpkin. So I have to enlist the help of my husband to do that because I refuse to scrape the insides of that thing. The insides of a pumpkin feels like rotten sludge, or what my daughter calls "icky goo". So we will make that a daddy - daughter project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my daughter and I were at the field trip my husband and my sister-in-law were on their way to the airport to pick up their parents. They made sure to take a detour and buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;keychains&lt;/span&gt; with their names on it but they finally got back on track and made it to the airport. When they got back we all ate dinner and played with the "main event" of the trip -- Baby Lou! My daughter kept talking about what her brother can do and how he likes to play. So we all had fun playing with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all decided to just sit back and relax. Well, all accept my father-in-law. When he got up this morning he decided to fix an outlet, fix our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;icemaker&lt;/span&gt; on our refrigerator, and re-arrange our garage. I kept telling him that he needed to just sit back and relax but he insisted that he needed something to do. After getting a few things out of the garage my husband and my father-in-law decided to go bowling. I was just glad that my husband got him out of the house. I really didn't want him to get bored and feel all cooped up. When my mom and dad came out here my husband and dad got out of the house a few times. So I just want to make sure that they get out too. The rest of the day was pretty laid back. My mother-in-law, my daughter, and I went to the grocery and when we got back she cooked some good porkchops. She put soo many different seaonings that I really didn't know how it was going to come out. Needless to say they were great. Whenever my mom or my mother-in-law comes to visit I make sure they cook a few meals for me. Even though I can cook now there ain't nothing like a home cooked mother's meal. So now I am sitting here full and I feel "The Itis" kicking in and we all know what that means. Well, maybe not all of us. Anyway, I am getting off of this computer and going cure "The Itis".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-4447256901608496864?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4447256901608496864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=4447256901608496864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/4447256901608496864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/4447256901608496864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/garden-of-eatin.html' title='The Garden of Eatin&apos;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rxg2ldd3c7I/AAAAAAAAABU/luv6aXC-gyQ/s72-c/Pumpkin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-846639664692629716</id><published>2007-10-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:04:26.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I Missed A Day</title><content type='html'>I know I did not write on my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Day; but, I was here in spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got on the computer logged in and then I got sidetracked.  I kept thinking I need to get on the computer but I just never came back.  When I got up this morning I noticed that my blog was still up and I just said, "Oh well I can write double today".  I refuse to start all over because I did think about writing.  Since I did think about it I am going to count that as "Day Five".  So I will be back later to tell everybody about the day that I had yesterday and what I did today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-846639664692629716?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/846639664692629716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=846639664692629716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/846639664692629716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/846639664692629716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-missed-day.html' title='So, I Missed A Day'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3722725603380676434</id><published>2007-10-16T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:47:21.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4...</title><content type='html'>So it's day four and I almost didn't write.  I was so busy today with my children that I almost forgot.  My daughter was sent home from school early yesterday with a fever so I had both of the kids today.  Whenever she is sick she treats me like the live in maid.  She calls me for everything.  It's like she couldn't make a move today without me being there.  She has to be fever free for 24 hours before she can go back to school and thankfully today there was no fever.  So off to school she goes tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am actually pretty sleepy so I am going to bed.  I'll write a longer post tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3722725603380676434?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3722725603380676434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3722725603380676434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3722725603380676434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3722725603380676434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-4.html' title='Day 4...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-8502537108874369405</id><published>2007-10-15T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 and Going Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxQtJtd3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/I8wS8kCkxlg/s1600-h/NEB3CAIJF3FPCA2ZPM7BCAUIUU73CA6BVZGQCAIPK1Z8CA2V0MJUCAM3V33FCANHBB5KCAW2U2VRCAAZUENKCAFETQO0CAT7VCI5CAWIDDCJCAI0KM5XCA0NJMGUCAQ942DWCARVG8EDCAONK99UCA7R5DGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121768321074033570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxQtJtd3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/I8wS8kCkxlg/s200/NEB3CAIJF3FPCA2ZPM7BCAUIUU73CA6BVZGQCAIPK1Z8CA2V0MJUCAM3V33FCANHBB5KCAW2U2VRCAAZUENKCAFETQO0CAT7VCI5CAWIDDCJCAI0KM5XCA0NJMGUCAQ942DWCARVG8EDCAONK99UCA7R5DGA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Dexter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just caught up on the last two weeks of Dexter and I know that I am really going to love this season. Dexter is really a likable character. While I was watching today with my husband we were both wondering if something was wrong with us because we really wanted Dexter to kill Lil' Chino. We also think that Dexter's girlfriend Rita is about to have a breakdown because her face practically cracked and her mouth nearly hit the floor when she found out who Dexter's sponsor was. That was a great way to end the show! I can't wait until next Sunday rolls around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am about to go watch Heros. We tape that, and Journeyman, and Chuck on Mondays. What I like to do is wait until it is about 1/2 an hour into the show and then start watching from the beginning. That way we can fast forward through the comercials. Since I have been taping so many shows and watching them later I am really starting to hate commercials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well gotta go the Husband's waiting.  Bye!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-8502537108874369405?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8502537108874369405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=8502537108874369405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8502537108874369405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8502537108874369405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-3-and-going-strong.html' title='Day 3 and Going Strong'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxQtJtd3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/I8wS8kCkxlg/s72-c/NEB3CAIJF3FPCA2ZPM7BCAUIUU73CA6BVZGQCAIPK1Z8CA2V0MJUCAM3V33FCANHBB5KCAW2U2VRCAAZUENKCAFETQO0CAT7VCI5CAWIDDCJCAI0KM5XCA0NJMGUCAQ942DWCARVG8EDCAONK99UCA7R5DGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-3709664739107916236</id><published>2007-10-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:21.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY II ....</title><content type='html'>Day 2 and I am still hanging in there! Feels good to have reconnected with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I left I said that I would write about the episode of I love New York 2 that I saw. I know that I am late but I don't always get to watch things when they first come on TV. All I can say is thank goodness for DVR's I am the recording queen. Anyway, New&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxKrq9d3c5I/AAAAAAAAABE/lNxqqUfHPWA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121344480816362386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxKrq9d3c5I/AAAAAAAAABE/lNxqqUfHPWA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; York is crazy and the men on the show must be on some "Special S*&amp;amp;?" !!!! There were a few decent looking and pretty well mannered men but for the most part the cast was full of clowns. My husband, sister-in-law, and I were all watching it in awe. We were all trying to figure out where do they find these people. On this season New York's mom picked her group of men, there were some people that were voted on by viewers, and another set that were picked by the show. In New Yorks mom's group there was an ex football player, a harvard (I think he said Harvard) graduate, and a few other decent choices as a contender for New York. The men from the internet were pretty disappointing and the other men were just funny as hell. There was a midget from Florida, and the rest were forgetable. After she had her little "meet and greet" party with the guys she had to let five men go. At the end of the day little Midget Mac was still standing. Although I know she won't pick Mr. Midget Mac he gets my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people gotta go wash some clothes and get my daughter together. She has been off of school for a week for Fall Break and she goes back tomorrow. Yeah School!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-3709664739107916236?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3709664739107916236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=3709664739107916236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3709664739107916236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/3709664739107916236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-3-and-i-am-still-hanging-in-there.html' title='DAY II ....'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxKrq9d3c5I/AAAAAAAAABE/lNxqqUfHPWA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-6769690553575938641</id><published>2007-10-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:21.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxFY7Nd3c4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mwCpWN3WY2I/s1600-h/thumbnailCAKP0R3X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120972025547420546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxFY7Nd3c4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mwCpWN3WY2I/s200/thumbnailCAKP0R3X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people start a countdown on a Sunday or a Monday depending on what they consider the beginning of the week; but, me being the special person that I am decided that I would start on a Saturday. Well as long as I decide to keep writing after day 21 it really doesn't matter to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I have had a pretty interesting day. Last night my daughter went to her first slumber party so I had to pick her up this morning. She said that she had a great time and that they had a treasure hunt to find candy. After she found her candy she said she choked on a Skittle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning my husband and my sister-in-law went to Tucson to go to Saturn to get her car door fixed. I told them that they needed to get directions before they left but of course they didn't. I knew they would get lost and of course they did. When I called them approximately two hours after they left my husband said, "Guess what we are lost!" I just said I told you so and that whenever he assumes that he knows where something is he always seems to be wrong. So they were just driving around Tucson like they had no where to go. When they finally got to Saturn the guy was trying to convince my sister-in-law to buy a new car. My husband kept telling her she should wait but she was on the verge of breaking down. She did get a 2008 Vue as a loaner until her car was fixed. We are all loving this car. I think when we go to get our new car we are going to look at the Saturn Outlook, or the Chrysler Pacifica. My daughter loves it and is ready for the new car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it but I think I will come back a little later to write about the I Love New York episode that I just saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-6769690553575938641?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6769690553575938641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=6769690553575938641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/6769690553575938641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/6769690553575938641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/RxFY7Nd3c4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mwCpWN3WY2I/s72-c/thumbnailCAKP0R3X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-7572395898739308569</id><published>2007-10-12T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:21.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Make this My New Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw_PSdd3c3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/31UTsvveDt0/s1600-h/300pxthe_counts_countdown_cd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120539217398035314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw_PSdd3c3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/31UTsvveDt0/s200/300pxthe_counts_countdown_cd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I started going through a few of my old posts and realized that alot of them had the same theme. Me neglecting my blog! Alot of my old posts started with "It's Been a Long Time", or "Where Have I Been", or my favorite "M.I.A". After reading I realized that I needed to learn how to make this a habit. When I originally started my blog I really enjoyed it. But somewhere in 2006 I just got in a funk. I managed to only post four times. In 2006 I only felt the need to share four times which is very unlike me. So I have decided to do this little thing that my sister-in-law and my husband have done with exercising. I am going to take 21 days and consistently write something on my blog. After 21 days it will be such a habit that I will feel like I am missing something if I do not write. I will not count yesterday or even today as part of my 21 day experiment. I will start my countdown tomorrow! So look out for a new and improved blog with more posts. Hopefully I always have something interesting to write about! So let's get this countdown started!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-7572395898739308569?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7572395898739308569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=7572395898739308569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/7572395898739308569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/7572395898739308569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-make-this-my-new-habit.html' title='Let&apos;s Make this My New Habit'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw_PSdd3c3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/31UTsvveDt0/s72-c/300pxthe_counts_countdown_cd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-8281140641848757452</id><published>2007-10-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:21.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life May be Interesting Again</title><content type='html'>Hello people (all none of you)!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've decided that my life is interesting again and that I should dust off this old blog, crack my knuckles and get to typing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since December a lot of things have been going on in my life. I have moved, I had a baby, and my other baby started "Big Girl" school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my pregnancy we decided to move into a larger home in a better school district. We found a great place and the land lord is the sweetest lady that I have met in this city for a long time. Although I love the place I hated the fact that I had to pack up my things in order to get here. If anybody that has had the pleasure of preparing themselves for a move knows, it really isn't very much fun. Now add in the pregnancy factor and the move slowly becomes a nightmare of disbelief. I was grumpy and tired and I did not want to pack anything. With my husband working during the day I had to do a majority of the packing by myself. After a while I just started to throw things away. When the big day came I had already managed to pack sheets, and towels. That is correct just sheets and towles which was nothing. But, I did throw away most of the junk in my daughter's room. If anybody was watching us move they would have thought it was mass hysteria. We looked like Lemmings with no direction. When the day came to an end we had accomplished to move everything and regain our sanity. After that I settled in and started to love our new neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Approximately a month after we moved a had to be rushed to the hospital. I felt extremely dizzy and everyone said that I was starting to ramble and sound incoherrent. When all the blood work was complete and the urine analysis was complete I was told that I was extremely dehydrated. They then began to ask me what I had eaten last and how often I eat. I had to explain to them that most of the food that I ate would severly upset my stomach and I would throw up not too long after eating. They then said that I was suffering from sever acid reflux. I spent a weeknd in the hospital and when I was discharged we went to the nearest drugstore and bought just about every over the counter antacid that the doctor said would work. The thing that worked the best for me was Mylanta. I used it so much that my daughter was asking if I would like Mylanta as my drink with dinner. About a month after that I went into labor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day that I went into labor was very interesting. My contractions had a mind of there own. You know how the doctors say that contractions intensify and gradually become closer and closer together. Well, mine did no such thing. They would be 20 minutes apart then 10 minutes apart then jump up to 30 minutes and follow 5 minutes later. There just wasn't any continuity to these contractions at all. I just kept feeling that it was time because when the contractions did come they were so intense that I could barley stand up. I would bend over and curl up into the fetal position. I called my doctor's office to find out if I should just go to the hospital and they continued to tell me that if my contractions weren't regular the hospital would send me home. Then all of a sudden my contractions started to continually come at seven minute intervals. I decided that I couldn't take it any more and had to go. I needed something to ease my pain. By the time we got to the hospital my contractions were 3 minutes apart. They brought me to an observation room in order to prepare the labor and delivery room and they werent even able to put all the baby monitoring gadgets on me. While one nurse was trying to put them on the other nurse discovered that I was already 8 cm dilated and wanted to know what I had in mind for the pain. I looked at the lady and asked if she was trying to tell me that and epidural was out of the question. I guess you know what her answer was. So they rushed to a room and started to coach me with breathing techniques because they did not want to rush the birth. They began to compliment me on how calm I was and said that this was the type of birth people needed to see on those TLC shows. Then suddenly a wave a nausea hit and all sanity flew out the window. As I threw up two things occured -- 1. My water broke 2. The doctor mysteriously appeared. So now the doctor is in the room and my husband starts to call me the exorcists. I was in soooooooo much pain. The slightest pressure in the vicinity of my southern region and I damn near flew off the table. It seemed like forever before the baby finally showed it's face to the world. The doctor kept saying, "I see the baby!" or "We're almost there!" Then she started asking questions like, "Was your other child bald?" and "Did you have problems with your other delivery?" We soon found out that the baby's position was a little different. Instead of the baby coming out by the crown of the head it was coming out face first. Literally!! The doctor said that she could feel the baby's eyes and mouth. when the baby finally came out we were told that our girl had mysteriously tu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mNtd3c1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/my1_BXRb95I/s1600-h/LilLou2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120212580840207186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mNtd3c1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/my1_BXRb95I/s200/LilLou2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rned into a boy between the womb and the birth canal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mfdd3c2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LFAVtu2cUVM/s1600-h/S3700002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mfdd3c2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LFAVtu2cUVM/s1600-h/S3700002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120212885782885218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mfdd3c2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LFAVtu2cUVM/s200/S3700002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mfdd3c2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LFAVtu2cUVM/s1600-h/S3700002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mfdd3c2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LFAVtu2cUVM/s1600-h/S3700002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So little Leiana turned into little Lou and on May 30th exactly two weeks early Louis Jr. came "Face First" into the world demanding everyone's attention. He looked a little beat up at first but his skin quickly cleared &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6lqdd3c0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/A4D-78YfllA/s1600-h/LilLou2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up and began to look like the happy little baby that he is now. OK so the picture doesn't look too happy but I think the little man has become tired of cameras and flashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I haven't written enough for now and maybe later I might write about my daughter's new school and her kindergarten graduation. I am going to try to make this blog a new habit and start typing again. OK people I will write more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-8281140641848757452?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8281140641848757452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=8281140641848757452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8281140641848757452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/8281140641848757452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-people-all-none-of-you-well-ive.html' title='My Life May be Interesting Again'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnucgKEezOU/Rw6mNtd3c1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/my1_BXRb95I/s72-c/LilLou2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-5179109225684101005</id><published>2006-12-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:16:50.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the "Family Way"</title><content type='html'>Well people looks like I'm pregnant!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited and finally decided to share the news. This will be baby number two and for us and it may very well be the last. The Child is very excited and keeps telling everyone how she is going to be the boss of the baby and the baby can't tell her what to do because she is the oldest. I thought that was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the husband and I have to do a little revamping for the new addition. I didn't realize how much baby products have gone up. Formula costs a small fortune! When I was in Target the other day I remembered what a friend of mine was telling me about the prices of formula so I went down the aisle to check and almost had a heart attack! They might as well put a warning sign in that section of the store. &lt;strong&gt;"WARNING" Be advised that the prices of these items may be hazardous to your health! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people I'll be back later. I have to go get ready to run a few errands and head out to Phoenix. My mom is going to be out there and we took off today to drive up there and surprise the child. She will be very excited to see her "Grandma Juda"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-5179109225684101005?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5179109225684101005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=5179109225684101005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/5179109225684101005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/5179109225684101005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-family-way.html' title='I&apos;m in the &quot;Family Way&quot;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-115852253204485734</id><published>2006-09-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:17:26.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long Time...</title><content type='html'>Since I actually came here and wrote something on my blog. I don't know what even possessed me to sit here today and write something. I guess you can say that this appearance has something to do with football season. This year we got the Sunday Ticket with Direct TV so my husband is watching way more football than humanly possible. Right now he is on the phone analyzing the Saints/Packers game with one of his friends from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's see if I can bring you up to speed with what's going on with me. I have turned into a real wine connoisseur or maybe just a wino. I don't know what to call it at this point. Out here where I live there are a lot of wineries -- I know, who would have thought that grapes could grow in the middle of the desert; but, it did snow out here. Well, yesterday we went to one with my sister-in-law. We had a good time just tasting the wine; but, I couldn't leave without getting a few bottles to take home. My sister-in-law bought two bottles and we walked out of there with a case. Plus two extra bottles that I wanted when I found out that they would not have this particular type again until next year. My sister-in-law made sure to post our pictures on her &lt;a href="http://www.iggybaby.wordpress.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; with the rest of her flickr photos. I look like a true wino. I asked her to please find a decent picture of me to post so that the rest of her blogger friends wouldn't think that her sister-in law is a crazy lush. After the winery we went to a birthday party for a little girl in my daughter's class at the cove. I realized that it was about time to send my child to swimming lessons. She was the only one out there that could not swim. My husband asked her if she wanted him to get in the water with her and she said no because he would embarrass her with his big belly. I thought that was hilarious. After the party we decided to sign the child up for some swim classes so she will be starting in November every Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that evening we all went to the fair. We made it a little family outing. Me, the husband, the child, my sister-in-law, and her two kids. We actually had fun until my husband decided that I would prefer to ride a ride rather than take my child to the bathroom. His comment really pissed me off and we had a little screaming match in the middle of the fair. He did not understand my feelings on the port-o-potty. I can't stand those nasty inventions. They are the filthiest things you would ever want to step foot in. Anyone that has ever gone in one should understand my feelings on this subject. So after I take the child to the port-o-potty he decides to tell me that it was time to go because I had a bad attitude. I guess that was my "punishment" so to speak. I looked at him like he had just fallen out the sky shooting fireworks out his ass while speaking in tongues. He must have temporarily gone insane. He can't tell me when it's time to go. We make that decision together. I really don't have enough time to give a complete commentary of every line that followed the temporary insanity moment that my husband had but basically, he screamed, I screamed, the child screamed, we kissed and made up. The End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that wasn't really bringing you up to speed with me; but, now you know what me and the family did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to fix something for my family to eat so I'll come back later to write some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-115852253204485734?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115852253204485734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=115852253204485734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/115852253204485734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/115852253204485734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long Time...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-114281792107259695</id><published>2006-03-19T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:29:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That White Stuff Falling From the Sky???</title><content type='html'>Oh my God!  I think it's snow!  After I did a little cleaning (very little) I opened the blinds and looked outside and saw what looked like snow.  Snow, in Arizona, in the middle of March.  I was on the phone with my sister when it started snowing harder and I told her that it looked like a snow storm.  Now, being from New Orleans I have no idea what the hell a snow storm looks like, and I am pretty sure a "Snow Veteran" would have thought I was crazy just saying that.  But, I am no "Snow Veteran"  so I am calling it a snow storm.  My daughter seemed to be pretty excited about the snow and wanted to build a snow man.  But, since we have two dogs and they have turned our backyard into a S*%t Farm, I told her there would not be any snow men creations today.  And I didn't have any carrots for the snowman nose anyway.  After the snow died down I went to the front and got two handfuls of snow for her to play with.  She enjoyed it for a little while then she said it was to cold so she had to throw it away.  Well, that was my adventure for the day!  Maybe I'll be back to share more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-114281792107259695?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114281792107259695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=114281792107259695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/114281792107259695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/114281792107259695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-that-white-stuff-falling-from.html' title='What&apos;s That White Stuff Falling From the Sky???'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-114281703379186981</id><published>2006-03-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:29:11.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.!!</title><content type='html'>That's what I call what I have been, MIA!!  I have been missing so long that my sister even asked my why I haven't written in soooooo long.  Well,  I don't know.  I just haven't had the time or the inspiration.  I still read my sister in law's blog but I just haven't written on mine.  So today I said let me write something on my blog, and here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-114281703379186981?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114281703379186981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=114281703379186981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/114281703379186981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/114281703379186981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2006/03/mia.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;M.I.A.!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112926359087463545</id><published>2005-10-13T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:30:28.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Disappeared!</title><content type='html'>Well people, all one of you, I just forgot about, neglected, plain ole' stopped writing on my blog. So much has happened since the last time that I came here.  I have been working at my new job for over a month.  My sister-in-law has moved in and out of the house.  My hometown has been washed away by the wrath of Hurricane Katrina.  My parents have moved to Dallas.  My In-Laws are in Ann Arbor (I don't know if they are moving there are not).  During the whole hurricane Katrina fiasco I was too depressed to actually write.  I was going to work and coming home like a zombie.  All I did was watch the news.  Anyway I just felt the need to share since it has been soooo long.  I will be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112926359087463545?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112926359087463545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112926359087463545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112926359087463545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112926359087463545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-disappeared.html' title='I Just Disappeared!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112378970789215063</id><published>2005-08-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:48:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip HOOOOOORAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school and everything went smoothly.  That is until I wanted a goodbye kiss from my baby girl and she ignored me.  I said, "Bye baby, be good O.K."  She just kept walking and put her things in her cubby hole and started talking to her teacher.  I'm glad I was ready for this day and couldn't wait for her to go because my feelings really would have been hurt!  Well, I just turned around told her teacher bye and walked to my car with a new since of freedom.  Soooooo... Today, I don't have to hear her ask me when school starts, I don't have to hear her ask why she didn't go to summer camp, and I don't have to hear her tell me how bored she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HooooooRaaaaaay for the beginning of the school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112378970789215063?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112378970789215063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112378970789215063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112378970789215063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112378970789215063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/hip-hip-hooooooraaaaaay.html' title='Hip Hip HOOOOOORAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112372979309680234</id><published>2005-08-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:09:53.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipeeeeeeeee!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess What people?  School starts tomorrow.  Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I am so excited that my child is going to school that I just want to shout Hallelujah!  I am going to get two free days before the weekend then I start my new job on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my child is very excited about school starting again.  She had been talking about it for the whole summer.  I told her next summer she is going to somebody's summer camp because she complained toooooo much for my blood this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow to let you know how her first day went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112372979309680234?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112372979309680234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112372979309680234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112372979309680234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112372979309680234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/yipeeeeeeeee.html' title='Yipeeeeeeeee!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112360911244787380</id><published>2005-08-09T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:40:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P stands for Penguins and Problems!!</title><content type='html'>It looks like the &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/marchofthepenguins/"&gt;penguins&lt;/a&gt; have caused problems in my mother's life.  I spoke to her today while she was at work and she brought that movie up again.  Mom said that after the movie was over and she and my dad walked out he looked at her and said, "I paid $15 for that?!"  Then he said, "And I already saw that on Discovery."  My mom was P.O'd by that comment.  She wanted to know how on earth could my dad possibly think that he already saw that movie when it just came out.  Anyway, after she told me about her &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/marchofthepenguins/"&gt;penguin&lt;/a&gt; experience she said, "That movie has really caused some problems in my life!"  Apparently she is the only person in the family (Dad, Mom, Me, and Sister) that wanted to see it.  She says everybody laughed at her like her interests are just a big joke.  Well, it looks like she is getting over the hurt slowly but surely.  Hopefully she won't need any therapy from the "Problems" the &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/marchofthepenguins/"&gt;penguins&lt;/a&gt; have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN THOSE PENGUINS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112360911244787380?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112360911244787380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112360911244787380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112360911244787380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112360911244787380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/p-stands-for-penguins-and-problems.html' title='P stands for Penguins and Problems!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112353396092403665</id><published>2005-08-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:47:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Made A "Boo Boo"</title><content type='html'>OK people I think I messed up!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just called to apologize for what she said yesterday.  Honestly I wasn't upset about it anymore because I know she wasn't trying to be ugly.  Well, when she apologized I told her don't worry about it and that I already got it off my chest.  Big Mistake!!!!  Why did I say that?  She asked me what I meant and I told her that I wrote about it in my blog.  So now she thinks that everyone that reads my blog is going to think that she is "Mommy Dearest" re-incarnate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No Wire Hangers!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people let me tell you something, although I have a very opinionated mother she is a genuinely good person.  She is great!! I love her to death.  We have our days but that's just normal.  I don't think there is a mother daughter duo out there that haven't had some tension filled moments.  Anyway, I just want the world to know that I have a good mother.  Even on her opinionated days she's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112353396092403665?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112353396092403665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112353396092403665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112353396092403665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112353396092403665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-i-made-boo-boo.html' title='I Think I Made A &quot;Boo Boo&quot;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112344552015124506</id><published>2005-08-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:13:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing...</title><content type='html'>I went golfing yesterday!!!  I had soo much fun.  We probably looked like a weird bunch walking onto a golf course (Two ladies - one six months pregnant - two children, and two men) but, I really did not care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you how everything went.  First of all when we went to check in and pay we found out that there were no more golf carts.  So now we have to walk the course with the two kids and a pregnant lady.  After that when it is our turn to tee off they tell us that since we are walking the course we need to let the next set of people go ahead of us.  As we are walking away to wait a little longer that man that is at the first hole asks us how many people are golfing and we tell them four.  So he says we need to have four sets of clubs.  What?  Why do we need four sets.  Apparently that is golf etiquette or something like that.  So now we have to get two more sets of clubs.  So we now have two kids, two ladies (one pregnant), two men, four sets of clubs and no golf cart.  Yes, it was going to be a long day!  We finally get to start about 45 minutes after we were supposed to but we get off to a pretty decent start.  When we get to the third hole this old guy on a golf cart rolls up and screams, "You guys need to speed it up!  You're going too slow!"  My husband then says, "What do you want us to do?  We don't have any carts we're walking this course and we had to wait for the people in front of us!"  So the man says, "Look, either you skip a hole, let the next set of people go, or speed up!"  So My husbands friend asks him how many people are there behind us is there a break somewhere if we let the next people go.  He tells us no there isn't a break anywhere the tee times are continuous.  This obviously upsets my husband because he starts saying, "So what?  Are we supposed to just let all these people go and sit around until you close for our turn!"  The man says that we should skip a whole then.  So my husband says.  "NO!!!!! We paid for nine holes we are playing 9 holes!!!!"  So the man just says "Well then you need to speed it up then.  I can tell that my husband was extremely upset so I ask him if he wants to tee off first this time.  He says yeah.  So he sets up his ball goes to tee off and "Whack" the ball and the head of his club goes flying. I don't know how hard he hit that ball but I have never ever seen anything like that before.  The head of the club was flying through the air like a bird. At first I though it was a bird.  I said, "What is that?  Did you hit a bird?"  Then I see him look at his club and throw it my way.  All that was left was the shaft.  The head of the club was gone.  So you know what was next right?  GAME OVER!!! We all just stopped the mood was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the club house my husband and his friend went inside to talk to someone about our "Golfing Experience".  They game back with four free rounds and two free golf carts.  I guess that wasn't too bad.  Hopefully next time we will get past the third hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112344552015124506?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112344552015124506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112344552015124506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112344552015124506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112344552015124506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-more-thing.html' title='One More Thing...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112344318424669231</id><published>2005-08-07T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:04:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I am not Educated enough to Watch March of the Penguins</title><content type='html'>Today my mother called and told me that she was going to go see &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/marchofthepenguins/"&gt;March of the Penguins&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess when I made a slight chuckle she got insulted.  She said that something was wrong with me and that if a movie doesn't involve sex and violence I am not interested.  Now anybody that knows me knows this isn't true.  I watch a wide variety of movies, but I honestly wasn't interested in this.  So that is exactly what I told her that I just wasn't interested.  I then said that there are many documentaries that I have watched and liked, I just did not want to watch that.  Apparently I wasn't the only person in the family that wasn't interested because my dad said, "What do I want to go see penguins for?"  So after she told me that, she says she isn't interested in watching movies about "pimps and hoes".  She then tells me that one of her co-workers went to go see this movie with her two daughters and they loved it.  Now this is the part where my education comes into play.  She says how much fun they had and how much they enjoyed going to see the movie. Then she says, "But they do have DEGREES!" What??????? What is that supposed to mean.  Only people with degrees can appreciate documentaries.  My feelings were quite hurt.  I know she probably didn't mean it that way but still that was an ugly thing to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mom reads this she will get upset all over again.  But, I doubt if she even comes to my site anymore since she says she doesn't want to be associated with weirdos.  She found out that &lt;a href="http://www.lindasog.com/archives/2005/07/the_fifth_nail.html"&gt;Joseph Edward Duncan III&lt;/a&gt; had a blog on The Blog Spot.  She said she didn't want to do anything that a weirdo like that does.  I told her that she may want to stop reading, bathing, and maybe even eating too then.  After I said that she called me a sarcastic ass but that was just how I felt at the time.  Just because I actually enjoy blogging does not mean that I am weird!  If  that were the case there would be a lot of weirdos in the world given its growing popularity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me go cook something for my family.  I just felt the need to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112344318424669231?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112344318424669231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112344318424669231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112344318424669231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112344318424669231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/apparently-i-am-not-educated-enough-to.html' title='Apparently I am not Educated enough to Watch March of the Penguins'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112329525845683364</id><published>2005-08-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:27:38.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like Screaming!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112329525845683364?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112329525845683364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112329525845683364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112329525845683364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112329525845683364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-like-screaming.html' title='I Feel Like Screaming!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112309849848834662</id><published>2005-08-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:48:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't Beat'em ...</title><content type='html'>...Join'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, I am going golfing.  "The Husband" seems to enjoy it so much that I guess it's time for me to tag along.  So, I am going to get up early Saturday morning and go with him.  And guess what?  It looks like I won't be the only wife there.  The guy that my husband is going with this weekend is bringing his wife too.  I guess we both complained about it so much that they both said let's just take them.  I am actually looking forward to this.  I really don't know how to golf, but, so what!  I am going anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112309849848834662?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112309849848834662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112309849848834662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112309849848834662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112309849848834662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-you-cant-beatem.html' title='If you can&apos;t Beat&apos;em ...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112303283935179483</id><published>2005-08-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:00:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got an even better offer!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally found a career job.  One that I know I can grow with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning while I was sitting at home with "The Child"  I received a phone call stating that I needed to go to this office to fill out an I-9 form.  I had no idea what that was so I asked the lady that called me and she told me it was kind of hard to explain but it was sort of like a verification form.  Well after I got off the phone with her I did some research.  I just thought it was weird that a company that I interviewed with almost a month ago calls out of the blue to tell me I had to fill out more paperwork.  So I went on the internet and Googled &lt;a href="http://uscis.gov/graphics/formsfee/forms/files/i-9.pdf"&gt;I-9&lt;/a&gt; forms to find out exactly what it is.  To my surprise it was a form that I had filled out a few times before.  But, I only filled this out after I was offered a position.  Needless to say I got real excited and started calling everybody in my family to ask them their opinion.  I wanted to know if they thought that this was a sign that this was my job, that I was finally about to get offered a serious position.  My mother told me to calm down and not to "jump the gun" because I wasn't offered anything yet.  Well, I went over to her office and asked for the lady I was told to ask for and told the receptionist that I was there to fill out an I-9 form.  She said she had no idea what form that was and she would get the other lady because she would definitely be able to help me.  So, she called the lady and told her who I was and what I was there for.  I am assuming she explained further to her what exactly I was doing there because the lady then looked at me and gave me this big smile.  When she got off the phone she let me know that the other lady would be with me shortly and she said she couldn't wait for me to come help out.  That is when I got really excited.  Now I still haven't been offered the position at that time; but, I said maybe the lady that called just had a brain fart and forgot to let me know that I was being offered a position with the company.  So, anyway the lady comes up and brings out the paper already filled out.  She tells me where I have to sign and then she asks me what is my hire date.  Now if I did not have any home training I would have screamed and jumped up and down and said, &lt;strong&gt;"OH MY GOD, I GOT A REAL JOB!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Well I resisted the urge and said that I did not know that I was hired I was just told to fill this form out.  The lady then said, "Oh no you are hired.  You were supposed to be given I hire date.  Let me call for you to find out when they want you to start."  So she makes the calls and leaves a message and lets me know that as soon as she finds out when I start she will call me to let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, I have a job.  A Monday - Friday 9-5 job.  I start on the 15th and I am the most excited person you would ever want to meet at the moment.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the other job that I was offered I had to write a nice letter and go talk to the lady that hired me to let her know that although I really appreciate the offer I have to decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go!  As soon as I have more interesting things to write about I will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112303283935179483?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112303283935179483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112303283935179483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112303283935179483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112303283935179483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-got-even-better-offer.html' title='I got an even better offer!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-112213708970985805</id><published>2005-07-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:49:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lazy.  Plain and simple that is all that I can say about that.  I haven't written in my blog in such a long time that I almost forgot about it.  So, let's see.  I think we need to do a little catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first.  I got a job.  I work all of 1 minute away from home at the middle school in my neighborhood.  My first day of work is August 9th and I am very excited.  I told "The Child" that I am starting a new job soon and showed her where I would be working.  I thought she would be excited but she started crying.  She kept saying, "Mommy don't work there!  The big kids are going to be mean to you!"  I guess the big kids at her school are mean and that's why she kept telling me that.  I finally got her to calm down and when she did she asked me if she could come visit sometimes.  I thought that was cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... What else has happened?  Oh yeah!  I kept telling you guys about my sister-in-law her brood and how they were going to be moving out here.  They finally came.  They were able to look around and check out where they would be living before they actually move everything.  According to the housing department on base they won't be able to move here until September because that is when another house should come available for them.  So, let's keep our fingers crossed because I would really love for them to be out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been happening around here so I guess I am done.  Write to you later!  Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-112213708970985805?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112213708970985805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=112213708970985805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112213708970985805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/112213708970985805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-have-i-been.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Where Have I Been?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111972409426561418</id><published>2005-06-25T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:29:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>I realize that I haven't been posting to my site.  I have been so busy that I honestly just forgot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have some good news to share.  I recently spoke to an old friend that I have been trying to find for a long time.  If you read my blog you may remember me mentioning that I would have liked to get in touch with an old friend of mine while I was visiting "home".  The other night while I was on the phone with my mother she received a phone call.  She told me that she would call me on three way because somebody wanted to speak to me.  So she called me on three-way and the person started talking to me and I got so excited.  I knew who it was.  We talked for about three hours.  She got married two years ago and had a baby about 3 months ago.  So now I can't wait to go back "home" so that I could go visit her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister-in-Law and her husband will be out here on the 5th. I can't wait! I love the fact that I will finally have family close enough to visit whenever I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and get ready for a Bar-B-Que so I'll be back whenever something interesting happens.  Hopefully I'll be able to tell you guys that I found a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111972409426561418?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111972409426561418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111972409426561418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111972409426561418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111972409426561418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111870196822631599</id><published>2005-06-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:32:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Aching All Over</title><content type='html'>My husband finally told me how golfing went yesterday.  When he finally got home he didn't share too much I had to pull it out of him after a few hours.  He said he wasn't very good at golf.  "Oh really?" I didn't say it I only thought it.  He wants to go back but he said he thinks he hurt his wrist and his forearm was in pain also.  He also said that he enjoyed himself and he would like to go again but he needs to practice teeing off.  So now he wants to go to a driving range.  I guess I'll have to see what I can do because he wants to get a set of clubs.  Father's day and his birthday are coming up really soon so maybe I can find something for him.  I don't know what I could get seeming as though I still don't have a job but I'll see.  Maybe I can find a set of clubs in July and say that it is a late gift.  Hopefully I'll have a job by then.  Well I gotta go I am about to go do some reading and try a little writing today.  I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111870196822631599?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111870196822631599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111870196822631599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111870196822631599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111870196822631599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/06/hes-aching-all-over.html' title='He&apos;s Aching All Over'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111859537679209125</id><published>2005-06-12T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:02:02.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are on Their Way!!!!</title><content type='html'>My Sister-In-Law and her brood are getting on the plane tomorrow to come back to the states.  They arrive on the 14th and will be visiting family in Louisiana before they make the trek to "good ole" Arizona.  (That was supposed to be sarcasm)  I have gotten a few things for her to help with getting the kids registered for school and "The Husband" and I have looked through a few rental listings for them also. So hopefully the transition will go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, we have become the lazy family.  We just sit around play games, watch TV, eat, and sleep.  Well, "The Husband" does work.  I am still looking.   I'll get something sooner or later.  Anyway, "The Husband" got invited to go golfing this morning.  I thought that was pretty funny because he has never golfed a day in his life.  He is so open to new things so he would try just about any sport.  When I got up this morning I got on the internet because I wanted to find out what he should wear.  Come to find out he was way ahead of me.  He was already checking out sites on golf.  I swear that man researches everything.  So about an hour later he is running out the door in shorts, a T-shirt, and tennis yelling, "I'm gonna win!  I'm gonna beat all of them!"  I just start laughing and remind him that he has never golfed before.  He obviously doesn't see that as a setback.  Well, good for him. He has all the confidence he needs to go out there set up to tee off and swing and miss.  That would be funny.  OK let me stop being hard on him.  I have faith in my husband!  Good Luck Baby!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to come back and let you know how his morning went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111859537679209125?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111859537679209125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111859537679209125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111859537679209125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111859537679209125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/06/they-are-on-their-way.html' title='They Are on Their Way!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111817470794332161</id><published>2005-06-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:05:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally someone with sense...</title><content type='html'>I decided to call Cingular back to complain about sending my phone to Motorola.  I explained to them that if I sent my phone to Motorola then I would be out of a cell phone for a while.  The lady put me on hold and read all the notes in the system from each time that I called and tried to figure something out for me.  When she got back I told her that I was to the point that I would accept the downgrade.  She then asked me if the people explained to me that if I accepted the downgrade I would not be able to upgrade again unless I bought a new phone or waited for my time to come up for an upgrade.  I told her that nobody explained that to me and that it was a little messed up for them to offer a downgrade anyway.  So, finally the lady told me that since I have had so much trouble with all the phones that have been sent out she would try to get authorization to get me a free upgrade.  Guess what,  she succeeded.  So they gave me a free upgrade and they are express shipping it (over night) free of charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah,  I forgot to tell you that the lady that helped me out so good had the same name as me.  It wasn't spelled the same but who cares.  We Kellie's are great people.  HA! HA! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111817470794332161?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111817470794332161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111817470794332161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111817470794332161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111817470794332161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-someone-with-sense.html' title='Finally someone with sense...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111816630180773275</id><published>2005-06-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:52:07.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Cingular!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks I have been going back and forth with cingular over the replacement phones that they have sent me.  One day my original phone just decided to stop telling the correct time.  The time that it was pulling from the network was 3 hours off of the correct time and the date was a week off.  So I called them to see if they could fix it.  They couldn't so they sent me a replacement phone.  Well, that didn't work either.  The replacement phone wouldn't even pull up the time I had to manually put it in myself.  I know I sound anal but if the original phone pulled the time from the network then my replacement phone should too.  Isn't that what I pay for??????  Well, here I am on the third replacement phone and it still doesn't work.  And guess what?  They asked me if I wanted them to send me a downgrade.  UHHHH Let's see...  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  Send me a damn phone that works!!!!!!!!!!  No, I didn't tell them that; but, I sure did want to!  I was trying so hard to hold my tongue.  The lady that I was talking to transferred me to her supervisor and he did some type of conference call with technical support.  Guess what, they couldn't help either!  So then the man transfers me to Motorola and tells me that they have to update the software!  So now I am talking to some man that I could barely understand at Motorola that is telling me to ship my phone to them so that I could get the software updated.  WHAT??? So I just got real upset and had to get off the phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  these are my options:&lt;br /&gt;take a downgrade or ship my phone to Motorola so that they can upgrade the software.  Lord knows how long that would take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111816630180773275?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111816630180773275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111816630180773275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111816630180773275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111816630180773275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/06/down-with-cingular.html' title='Down With Cingular!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111751251343842585</id><published>2005-05-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:14:45.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Is On!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's official my sister-in-law is definitely coming!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!  And no I am not just saying this because she might read my site (which she does), but I really like my in-laws.  I have been blessed to have such loving people placed in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she commented on one of my posts and said that they are definitely coming.  First of all I was happy to see that somebody other than my faithful reader, &lt;a href="http://jawswasalady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaws&lt;/a&gt;, commented, then I was excited about the good news.  So now my countdown is officially on.  I don't know exactly when they will get out here because they are going back "home" to visit family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I never went on that link rampage but as you can see I did make use of a link in this post.  Talk to you later!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111751251343842585?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111751251343842585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111751251343842585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111751251343842585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111751251343842585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown-is-on.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Countdown Is On!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111738361239700028</id><published>2005-05-29T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:20:12.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel like a Dumby!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My husband showed me how to insert a link.  And then when we came to the site to practice inserting links he looked and said, "Look you can use this right here."  I never even noticed the button to insert links.  So I think I am about to go on a link rampage.  So excuse me for a little while until I get bored with links!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111738361239700028?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111738361239700028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111738361239700028&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111738361239700028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111738361239700028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-like-dumby.html' title='I Feel like a Dumby!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111707647058692983</id><published>2005-05-25T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:01:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why do people let this show make fools of them.  This girl just came on American Idol and butchered the National Anthem.  She knows they showed her as one of the horrible singers.  One of the humorous parts of the earlier shows.  So why on earth would she agree to get up there and sing.  I am actually upset that she did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, now that I am further into this show and I am listening to this sucky duet with Bo and Carrie.  I really don't care who the hell wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then.  I might be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111707647058692983?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111707647058692983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111707647058692983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111707647058692983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111707647058692983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111707511524030740</id><published>2005-05-25T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:38:35.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Burt Reynolds Boss Hog????</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here watching American Idol and I see a commercial for The Dukes of hazard.  They go through the cast and I see that they picked Burt Reynolds as Boss Hog.  Who on earth made that choice.  Anybody that has ever watched even one episode of The Dukes of Hazard would know that he is not the person to play that part.  What happened to Danny DeVito???? He would have been perfect.  In my eyes he would have been the perfect Boss Hog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me go.  I am gonna go finish watching American Idol.  I actually hope Bo wins!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111707511524030740?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111707511524030740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111707511524030740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111707511524030740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111707511524030740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-is-burt-reynolds-boss-hog.html' title='Why is Burt Reynolds Boss Hog????'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111695190194076334</id><published>2005-05-24T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:48:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THIS FOR REAL??????????????</title><content type='html'>While looking through a site that I try to visit as often as possible (Jaws Was a Lady) I stumbled upon something pretty enteresting.  Apparently a blooger can be complimented by The Complimenting Commenter or they can be bless'd or burn'd by Blogg'd.  I don't think I am ready for either one (I might actually get burn'd) I am still taking baby steps with my blog.  I still have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you are interested in reading what they have to say about others (and each other) this is where you should go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://complimenter.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://blgd.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.  You're gonna have to cut and paste.  I still don't know how to add a link.  Yeah, I know Duh! Dumby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah!  Jaws Was a Lady.  If you want to read this is where you should go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jawswasalady.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111695190194076334?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111695190194076334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111695190194076334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111695190194076334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111695190194076334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-this-for-real.html' title='IS THIS FOR REAL??????????????'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111695016122565430</id><published>2005-05-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:56:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a few days</title><content type='html'>Well I did it again.  I have neglected my post.  For the past few days I really haven't been up to much.  So I really have no excuse for leaving you guys hanging.  I did start looking for a job.  So wish me luck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see... &lt;br /&gt;"The Child" is still home.  This is her last week of school before the summer starts so we decided to let her stay since she is still taking the amoxicillin for her ear infection.  I think she would rather be at school sick and taking the medicine.  She has found something to complain about almost everyday since she has been home from school.  This morning she insists that eating the baked chicken that we had for dinner last night would also be good for breakfast.  I keep telling her that if she wants it for lunch that is ok but not for breakfast.  I then gave her the choices for breakfast while she looks at me as if she is the boss and I should do what she tells me.  Finally she tells me that she should eat some oatmeal because she remembers that her maw maw fixed it for her one day.  Oh, O.K.  I guess I have never fixed you oatmeal or anything else for breakfast.  Well I fixed the oatmeal.  Looks like she is enjoying it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting something new.  I am going to sell Avon.  The district manager came by yesterday to tell me more about the products and to give me the materials that I would need to start.  I doubt if I am going to be like a lot of these ladies making a living from this.  This would probably just be a little extra money for me, until I get a job.  The area that I live in isn't that big.  So I have to find some diehard Avon customers.  I hope this works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll talk to you later.  It's about that time for "The Child" to learn something.  She still has to keep the brain working even though she is home from school.  She can't watch SpongeBob and Dora all day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111695016122565430?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111695016122565430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111695016122565430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111695016122565430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111695016122565430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-few-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a few days'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111651745022988097</id><published>2005-05-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T09:17:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But I'm Back!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all!  I am finally home and settled from my vacation.  I wanted to write while I was gone but I never really got a chance to.  So here I am to update you on my "happenings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there it was so nice to see our family.  Since "The Husband" and I are from the same place it is so much easier to go and visit our family.  Anyway, "The child" was so excited that I think she forgot that we were her parents.  The only time she was with us was if her "maw maws" or her "paw paws" were gone somewhere.  But I guess that extra time was good for us.  "The Husband" got to see some of his old friends from out there and actually went out with them.  Big surprise!  (That was not sarcasm.  He really doesn't go out as much as the typical male his age.)  All I did was relax and spend time with family.  I only got to see one of my good friends from there.  She cooked for us one night and it was just really good to see her.  The few other people that I know from there have moved away.  There is one other person that I would like to have got in touch with; but, I haven't seen or heard from here in so long that I wouldn't know how to get in touch with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out there "The Husband" and I went to a wedding.  One of his friends got married.  The wedding was beautiful!!  Since I didn't know anybody there I would wind up standing in the corner by myself while "The Husband" went off to talk to somebody that he knew.  I would just stand there and hope that he didn't take that long.  We eventually left and to be honest with you I was relieved.  I felt really out of place and I got tired of standing in the corner by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little vacation was needed.  I felt very refreshed by the time we got back home.  The road trip was long but well worth it.  When we got back I slept for a long time.  Unfortunately "The Child" got sick somewhere between our last day out there and the trip home.  When we got back I had to take her to the doctor to find out what exactly was wrong with her.  Well,  I found out that she had another ear infection (both ears), her throat was infected, and she had pink eye.  I figured that she might have pink eye but I really did not expect the other two.  Needless to say I could not take her back to school so she is sitting home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  it is time for me to go.  "The Child" is up and she is HUNGRY!  Talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111651745022988097?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111651745022988097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111651745022988097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111651745022988097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111651745022988097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time........'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111504982557273314</id><published>2005-05-02T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:44:38.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Meant To Say Was...</title><content type='html'>Friday when I talked about neglecting my blog I told you guys that I would definitely write more tomorrow.  What I meant to say was I'll talk to you on Monday.  I'm taking the weekend off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since "The Husband" was home we just sat back and relaxed.  We watched a few movies and just enjoyed our family time.  Whenever we are all together my daughter says, "This is family.  I love family!"  I think it's the cutest thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a little different for me.  I let "The Child" stay home from school because we are leaving to go back "home" on Wednesday.  (I'm still trying to get used to another state.  I always find myself calling New Orleans "home")  She insists on helping.  She wants to make sure that she has everything she needs to see her "Grandmas and Grandpas"!  (This is plural Mom!  Not possession of!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the suitcases the other day but I did not start packing.  I guess "The Child" thought that I was taking too long because I found the suitcases in her room filled with toys, movies, and books.  I looked at her and said, "What is this?"  She then tells me, "Everything I need to go see everybody."  So now I'm thinking where are your clothes child?  Don't you need clothes?  What about a toothbrush at least?  So now I am putting the finishing touches on the two suitcases.  I gave "The Child" her own small bag to pack "everything that she needs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to go tie up the few loose ends then just sit back relax and enjoy the quiet time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111504982557273314?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111504982557273314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111504982557273314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111504982557273314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111504982557273314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-i-meant-to-say-was.html' title='What I Meant To Say Was...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111482824331584513</id><published>2005-04-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:38:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have neglected My Blog Today</title><content type='html'>I just sat down to watch "The Husband"  Play Snake Eater on PS2 and I realized that I have neglected my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see.  What have I been up to today?  I spent the day with my husband and I had a Dr.'s appointment.  I have been extra lazy today.  Nothing spectacular or even funny happened to me today.  I went to Wal-Mart and got our greedy pet some more food and after that I went to the grocery store to get something to cook for dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it folks.  Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely write more tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111482824331584513?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111482824331584513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111482824331584513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111482824331584513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111482824331584513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-neglected-my-blog-today.html' title='I Have neglected My Blog Today'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111470639973074012</id><published>2005-04-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:44:41.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Think It's Funny</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with my sister and I am glad she called because she really cheered me up.  She called to tell me about one of her finals for school.  She thought that she did really bad on this test but she actually pulled a B which she is really proud of.  Guess what?  I am proud of her too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you what I thought was funny.  After my sister found out she passed the test I guess she went to talk to her teacher who's an Arab.  She goes to him and says, "Buhtta your test was a fool!"  He then looks at her like she has lost her mind and says, "My test was a fool??????"  I can just imagine what he looked like.  So after that she says, "Yeah, it was crazy!"  He gives her the look again and says, "My test was crazy?"  then she says, "Nevermind, Buhtta." (That last part may be an improvisation.)  I was cracking up while she was saying all of this.  I thought it was hilarious.  You probably would have had to hear it for yourself to think it was as funny as I thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I am in a better mood!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS SIS'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111470639973074012?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111470639973074012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111470639973074012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111470639973074012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111470639973074012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-i-think-its-funny.html' title='Well, I Think It&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111470442821604303</id><published>2005-04-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:07:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Talk To Me</title><content type='html'>For some strange reason I am in a real crappy mood today.  I just don't feel like being bothered.  I called my mom this morning to talk to her because whenever I start feeling like this I call her to  talk.  Most of the times she makes me feel better.  She wasn't in her office so I just left a message.  So here I am typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Child" just left for school she was in a real good mood.  She loves school and enjoys learning new things.  (Doesn't that sound like an advertisement.)  Anyway, back to me.  "The Husband" comes back home today.  I can't wait to see him because honestly I really miss him.  I talked to him for a little while yesterday but he was kind of busy and had a lot of work to do so he had to go.  The way I'm talking you would think he's been gone for a long time; but, actually it hasn't been that long it just feels like it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let me get off this computer and go wash some dishes.  I'll come back later to let you know how the rest of my day has goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111470442821604303?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111470442821604303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111470442821604303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111470442821604303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111470442821604303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/please-dont-talk-to-me.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Talk To Me'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111461703940148775</id><published>2005-04-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:33:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I Just Did That!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think my brain is still trying to wake up.  Apparently it wasn't fully awoke just now when I locked myself out the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going outside to put "The Child" in my friend's car, she takes the kids to school in the morning, and I turned around to close the front door.  WHY? WHY? WHY? Our door has the lock that from the inside it is unlocked and the outside it is locked.  I guess when I opened the door without the key my brain did not register that it was still locked from the outside.  No alarms went off to warn me not to close the door, No intuition popped in saying , "Don't close the door!" Nothing.  Nothing at all!  As soon as I closed the door I guess the noise it made woke the brain up because I realized what I just did.  I started to kick the door and just bang on it as if by some miracle someone would open it.  So now I am standing outside with a dingy red tank top, bright red sleep shorts, my husband's black tube socks, brown leather flip flops, and half combed hair.  Yes, it was a sight to see.  So now I go to put "The Child" in my friend's car and buckle her up and try to figure out how I am going to get back inside.  Since my husband is gone to the field I have this house locked up like Fort Knox.  Nothing gets in and nothing gets out!  So you know I was really panicking.  All windows are locked and all the doors are locked what on earth am I going to do.  I look like a "tack", I mean really really tacky. I can't go anywhere looking like this.  Which means it would be really hard for me to drag myself out to get an MP (Military Police) or anybody else to help me get back in this house.  They probably would not have let me in anyway because I don't even look like I belong on anybody's military installation.  Well, I finally remember that I went outside this morning to feed the dog and I didn't lock the sliding door when I came back in.  So now I have to walk to the back of the house -- when I really wanted to run and hide -- to go through the back door.  I know every car that passed was trying to find out what was wrong with me and why on earth I look like this.  I live on the corner of two major streets on this post so at any given time there are cars on the street.  Anyway, I finally get in the house and sit and think about what just happened.  I can tell you one thing.  From now on I will get fully dressed and at least put a ponytail in my hair before I even attempt to walk out my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have some work to do.  I will write some more later.  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111461703940148775?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111461703940148775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111461703940148775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111461703940148775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111461703940148775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-believe-i-just-did-that.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I Just Did That!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111461543399982145</id><published>2005-04-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:23:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day. More Work To Do!</title><content type='html'>The Family and I are going on a trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my husband's friends is getting married and we are going back "Home" for the wedding.  I am glad that I washed all those clothes yesterday because now I can pack and just sit back and relax for the next few days.  So I guess today will be filled with hunting (for suitcases), searching (for clothes), and gathering (them all together).  What fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111461543399982145?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111461543399982145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111461543399982145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111461543399982145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111461543399982145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day-more-work-to-do.html' title='Another Day. More Work To Do!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111456671259659458</id><published>2005-04-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:54:04.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Doing What?</title><content type='html'>Apparently my four year old thinks that I am terrorizing her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted to talk to "The Child" today but she did not feel like talking so my mom told me to tell her that she must not like her.  Mom wanted to see if that would make her get on the phone.  Well it didn't.  "The Child" said, "Stop it!  You guys are terrorizing me!"  I just had to laugh after I heard that it was really funny to me.  That child knows how to keep a smile on my face.  I can't wait to tell "The Husband" this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111456671259659458?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111456671259659458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111456671259659458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111456671259659458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111456671259659458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-doing-what.html' title='I Am Doing What?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111455388271019393</id><published>2005-04-26T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:19:02.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>I decided to wash clothes instead of doing Billy's Bootcamp.  Oh well, maybe next time.  To be honest with you I actually got a lot more done than I thought I would.  I probably would not have done anything if I did the workout video.  So I am happy that I did push that idea out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Husband" got to come home today for a little while from the field.  I was happy to see him and since I decided to clean instead of exercise he came home to a nice clean comfortable house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to do more cleaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111455388271019393?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111455388271019393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111455388271019393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111455388271019393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111455388271019393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111453012309060206</id><published>2005-04-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T08:44:26.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To School You Go!</title><content type='html'>Ok, "The Child" is gone.  Now what?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can catch up on some homework, do some reading, wash some clothes, looks like the possibilities are endless.  I think I'll try Billy's Boot Camp Workout this morning.  My Sister-in-Law talks about it a lot and seems to be getting some serious results.  The last time I pulled out the DVD's my muscles were really punishing me the next day.  I don't think they appreciated the extra exercise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just see.  I really don't have much endurance when it comes to continuing a workout plan so I really need to dig up some energy and perserverance.  Hopefully I will continue this so that when my Sister-in-Law gets out here I won't look like an idiot trying to keep up.  I guess it's time to go build up that stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111453012309060206?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111453012309060206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111453012309060206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111453012309060206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111453012309060206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/off-to-school-you-go.html' title='Off To School You Go!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111448159027602704</id><published>2005-04-25T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:13:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Talking To Myself?</title><content type='html'>Is it really possible to repeat the same thing 50 times?  Well I am on the way to finding out.  I have told my daughter at least 20 times to sit her little butt down and eat.  I guess she figures that I will forget what I said as soon as I finish the sentence; or, maybe she thinks that I won't get too upset since she did get four shots today.  She makes it a point to remind me whenever it looks like I might start screaming.  Today she told me, "Well mom I am only a child you can't get too upset."  WHAT? How old are you again?  Are you sure that you are a child?  You sure don't act like one.  Well maybe this running around will wear her down because I need some mommy time.  I just want to sit back and relax!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111448159027602704?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111448159027602704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111448159027602704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111448159027602704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111448159027602704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/am-i-talking-to-myself.html' title='Am I Talking To Myself?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111446859627113318</id><published>2005-04-25T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:53:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it Really That Bad?</title><content type='html'>"The Child" had to get four shots today. That was real fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's between 1:00 and 3:00 p.m. there is a walk-in immunization clinic at the doctor's office. So I decided that I should get a head start and try to get there early so that I could see the doctor first.  Let me just run this process down for you.  First of all I am a military wife so things run a little different for me when it comes to medical check-ups.  Before I can even walk into the doctor's office I have to get any medical records that are needed.  So, when I get there I stand in the line to get "The Child's" records.  After about 15 minutes of standing in this line I finally get my turn.  Well guess what?  No records.  "I am very sorry ma'am but we can not seem to locate your daughter's file.  This may take a little while so could you please stand over there while we try to find them."  So one of the people at the desk goes to the back while the others stay up front to help more people.  So now the clock is ticking and the extra time I thought I had is dwindling down.  Finally, one of the geniuses that work at the desk calls me over and tells me that they are going to make a temporary file for me so that "The Child" can get her shots.  Thank God I had a copy of her shot records because we would have been SOL.  So now I am walking towards the doctor's office and when I open the door I swear I see a sea of people.  I guess they all had the same idea that I had, to get there early to get seen first.  Lucky for them they had locatable medical files.  Anyway,  I wait for about half an hour before the nurse finally calls us.  At fist I think that everything is going to go smoothly.  "The Child"  sits on the seat and tells me that she is fine, she is a big girl, and that she can do it.  When the nurse turns around she has four needles in her hand.  "The Child" then looks at me as if the world is coming to an end.  She then starts to scream as if she is being murdered.  She does this for the rest of the time that we are in the room.  Needless to say I had to carry her out of the doctor's office because she was "too weak to walk".  I guess I am in for it tonight.  Let's see what else the little "Drama Princess" can say or do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111446859627113318?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111446859627113318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111446859627113318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111446859627113318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111446859627113318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/was-it-really-that-bad.html' title='Was it Really That Bad?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111445878227841438</id><published>2005-04-25T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:55:25.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!  Not the Shots!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I have to go take my daughter to get her shots (4-6 year vaccinations). I have been spelling it when I talk to people to tell them where we are going. I told my sister, "We have to go and get some S-H-O-T-S." The child looked at me and said, "Am I going to the doctor Mommy?" So I told her yes. Wrong answer! She proceeds to scream, "I don't like shots. I don't want to go the doctor!" How on earth did she know I was spelling shots? I guess I have underestimated her intelligence. Anyway, I have to get going because it's about that time to drag the child out the house kicking and screaming so that she can get her S-H-O-T-S.  I'll have to let you know how it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111445878227841438?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111445878227841438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111445878227841438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111445878227841438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111445878227841438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-my-god-not-shots.html' title='Oh My God!  Not the Shots!!!!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428775.post-111445315347304580</id><published>2005-04-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:46:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Starting Something New!</title><content type='html'>This is all so new to me. I always read people's blogs; but, I never really thought about doing one for myself. I hope this is as much fun as I think it will be. So, I guess I will be taking you on a journey through my daily life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428775-111445315347304580?l=kelliesspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/feeds/111445315347304580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428775&amp;postID=111445315347304580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111445315347304580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428775/posts/default/111445315347304580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliesspot.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-starting-something-new.html' title='Just Starting Something New!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844037566085699437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/5405/640/kel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
