<?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-13994688</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:18:37.484-06:00</updated><category term='house'/><category term='music'/><category term='drunken episodes'/><category term='pause'/><category term='lazy sunday'/><category term='random'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>No More Kelly Belly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-6493329564894860682</id><published>2008-03-10T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:55:22.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Live Shows that I have seen....Shows to see before I die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Garth Brooks (1st Concert Ever! Was in the 5th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mettallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie Day x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Cornell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Made Milwaukee Famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dandy Warhols (most fave band ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson (most recent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pending Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Waters (bass player of Pink Floyd for those of you that have living in a hole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows to see before I die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppellin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brian Jonestown Massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's Addiction (hoping they have another reunion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to be added later as I keep falling in love with creating the soundtrack of my life. Cheesy, but so true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-6493329564894860682?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6493329564894860682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=6493329564894860682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/6493329564894860682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/6493329564894860682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-shows-that-i-have-seenshows-to-see.html' title='Live Shows that I have seen....Shows to see before I die...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-1663958272004262655</id><published>2008-02-04T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:18:28.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy sunday'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Lazzzy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R6fHUIHvFSI/AAAAAAAAALU/z7SZts6nnns/s1600-h/Boos+Birthday+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163314646394803490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R6fHUIHvFSI/AAAAAAAAALU/z7SZts6nnns/s320/Boos+Birthday+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chillin' with the BFFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-1663958272004262655?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1663958272004262655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=1663958272004262655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1663958272004262655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1663958272004262655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-lazzzy-sunday_04.html' title='The Perfect Lazzzy Sunday...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R6fHUIHvFSI/AAAAAAAAALU/z7SZts6nnns/s72-c/Boos+Birthday+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-5399937467197035819</id><published>2008-01-24T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:10:04.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>blabber....</title><content type='html'>not really a fluent post...just random thoughts that are passing through my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am wishing for most right now.....a snow day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week from today, i turn 25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited about the hubbys bday party that i am throwing...i am so excited about decorating it and seeing all the people that want to celebrate with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just put lil'c to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner tonight hit the spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there is no work tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is payday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...i am boring myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-5399937467197035819?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5399937467197035819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=5399937467197035819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/5399937467197035819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/5399937467197035819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/blabber.html' title='blabber....'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-9174256002009467912</id><published>2008-01-04T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:10:27.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>In hopes that 08 will be great!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R3681vsjK7I/AAAAAAAAALM/kkwDFZE3h8k/s1600-h/goofing+off+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151762655280835506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R3681vsjK7I/AAAAAAAAALM/kkwDFZE3h8k/s320/goofing+off+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the first half of my year has surprisingly updated monthly so I will start with where I left off in July....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;August....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were still getting settled into the new house. I celebrated my one year anniversary at my job. (woo hoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My step brother moved back from Mississippi after several years away from Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our annual conference this year in Las Vegas..it has its good moments and crappy moments...I was away from the hubby for over a week which is way too long for us, but I was able to learn some things about the field that I work in and see a few celebrities. viva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;October...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;good ol Halloween. This year we had lil C and he was dressed as a cute little innocent vampire. We took him trick or treating with the neighbors and brought home pounds of candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 7th Birthday Lil C! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks giving was low key...ate some turkey with our best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hosted the annual family Christmas party at our house this year. Wow...so many people were here...it was chaos, but I am glad that we were able to experience it. My cousin came home safely from Iraq and we were able to celebrate the Christmas holiday together. New Years we spent with our best of friends and rang in the new year together...to my surprise I did not start off the new year with a hangover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hubby and I have been on vacation...today will be the 7th day off in a row. It is so nice to be home and to do whatever we want to do at anytime. Not looking forward to Monday as usual. Oh well... I do feel rested and stress free. So now that I have my account active again, this will be maintained more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years Resolutions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;save money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........................lose weight.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................................be happy and healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-9174256002009467912?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9174256002009467912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=9174256002009467912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/9174256002009467912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/9174256002009467912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-hopes-that-08-will-be-great.html' title='In hopes that 08 will be great!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R3681vsjK7I/AAAAAAAAALM/kkwDFZE3h8k/s72-c/goofing+off+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-1051809919055765108</id><published>2008-01-04T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:53:28.610-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pause'/><title type='text'>Lockdown....</title><content type='html'>I doubt that there is anyone left that stills reads my blog, but I have been locked out of my blog for the longest time!!!  I finally have my account back up and a few nips and tucks have been added to my page. Lets say a lil face lift for the new year.  Hopefully my readers will return...going to post my comeback today with a run down of 07 since it has been a while since my last post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-1051809919055765108?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1051809919055765108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=1051809919055765108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1051809919055765108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1051809919055765108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/lockdown.html' title='Lockdown....'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-7675450749040050064</id><published>2007-07-19T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:56:35.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Finally a new post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally I can update!!! We have our furniture and some pictures on the wall. The house is still a work in progress. We havent completely unpacked our office, so I did not bother to post any pictures of thaat room just yet. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lil'C's Room Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089110294861403250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAm2ZP_VHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vxZdUN44smY/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lil'C's Room After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089111085135385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAnkZP_VJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eGtT9UAWR7M/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Living Room Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089111497452246178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAn8ZP_VKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hsbYFLCXBi8/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Living Room After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089111853934531762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAoRJP_VLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WF8QadxeKQw/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kitchen Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089112180352046274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAokJP_VMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_R-feuoWBHQ/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kitchen After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089112493884658898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAo2ZP_VNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xPuwpgTdmvc/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dining Room Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089112880431715554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqApM5P_VOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3z1z8D3rmsU/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dining Room After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089113211144197362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqApgJP_VPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0--XoJgk8pQ/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Master Bedroom Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089113610576155906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAp3ZP_VQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DnZGIkO6rzM/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Master Bedroom After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089113967058441490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAqMJP_VRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/srg13GTlOD0/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And that is pretty much everything for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-7675450749040050064?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7675450749040050064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=7675450749040050064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/7675450749040050064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/7675450749040050064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a new post!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RqAm2ZP_VHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vxZdUN44smY/s72-c/DSC00089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-1042092128243246140</id><published>2007-06-27T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:15:21.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>still here...been busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMniozdx6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/c1vWosPjeMg/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080948280626366370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMniozdx6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/c1vWosPjeMg/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMnZYzdx5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d-6mmTOpdbY/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080948121712576402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMnZYzdx5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d-6mmTOpdbY/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMnQIzdx4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/kMsIItwycI4/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947962798786434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMnQIzdx4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/kMsIItwycI4/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMnGIzdx3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ieSMaBPUjJ8/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947791000094578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMnGIzdx3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ieSMaBPUjJ8/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMm7ozdx2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/vvMKdsBmt3A/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947610611468130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMm7ozdx2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/vvMKdsBmt3A/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMmxYzdx1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/d4extYT5tRU/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947434517808978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMmxYzdx1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/d4extYT5tRU/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMml4zdx0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MH-9s83XeEg/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947236949313346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMml4zdx0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MH-9s83XeEg/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMmdIzdxzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1OIfLcL7vDk/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947086625457970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMmdIzdxzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1OIfLcL7vDk/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMmSIzdxyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YZ6tIhMvlLA/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080946897646896930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMmSIzdxyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YZ6tIhMvlLA/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;ok, these pics are from the first night that we moved in. once the rest of our furniture is delivered i will update.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-1042092128243246140?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1042092128243246140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=1042092128243246140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1042092128243246140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1042092128243246140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-herebeen-busy.html' title='still here...been busy'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RoMniozdx6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/c1vWosPjeMg/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-8381306643605969052</id><published>2007-05-30T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:55:33.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Outside the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl45GUzTcRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bb1cxZAi6TQ/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070553011291648274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl45GUzTcRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bb1cxZAi6TQ/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl4470zTcQI/AAAAAAAAAII/f-576pBwu2I/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070552830903021826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl4470zTcQI/AAAAAAAAAII/f-576pBwu2I/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl44wEzTcPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/txA__LOnkxE/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070552629039558898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl44wEzTcPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/txA__LOnkxE/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl44l0zTcOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Djc_ADv3TM4/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070552452945899746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl44l0zTcOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Djc_ADv3TM4/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-8381306643605969052?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8381306643605969052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=8381306643605969052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/8381306643605969052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/8381306643605969052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/outside-box.html' title='Outside the Box'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rl45GUzTcRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bb1cxZAi6TQ/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-3179932436898179365</id><published>2007-05-16T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:57:23.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>don't walk on the carpet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RkuoAUzTcNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hi7V_PV9P5A/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065326929445613778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RkuoAUzTcNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hi7V_PV9P5A/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rkunu0zTcMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tDjuRvoz6is/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065326628797903042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rkunu0zTcMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tDjuRvoz6is/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RkukuUzTcLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pYZuIPG7r5c/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065323321673085106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RkukuUzTcLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pYZuIPG7r5c/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-3179932436898179365?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3179932436898179365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=3179932436898179365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/3179932436898179365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/3179932436898179365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-walk-on-carpet.html' title='don&apos;t walk on the carpet!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RkuoAUzTcNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hi7V_PV9P5A/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-8401488840191581123</id><published>2007-05-06T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:33:34.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>three more weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6P321IjTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iQHnBbQjD0U/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061641220984966450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6P321IjTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iQHnBbQjD0U/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6PqW1IjSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eN3RegsoBKA/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061640989056732450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6PqW1IjSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eN3RegsoBKA/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6PcG1IjRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3ol6dt5QJEs/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061640744243596562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6PcG1IjRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3ol6dt5QJEs/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6POm1IjQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tB-PBPTeVEA/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061640512315362562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6POm1IjQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tB-PBPTeVEA/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6PDG1IjPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5G_l4yXd1Lc/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061640314746866930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6PDG1IjPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5G_l4yXd1Lc/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6O4G1IjOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IgeXZttlKf4/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061640125768305890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6O4G1IjOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IgeXZttlKf4/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OtG1IjNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/psbGnnJxQ08/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061639936789744850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OtG1IjNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/psbGnnJxQ08/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OgW1IjMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ukYOb2z3AoU/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061639717746412738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OgW1IjMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ukYOb2z3AoU/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OQW1IjLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/M-DnTPch5Hw/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061639442868505778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OQW1IjLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/M-DnTPch5Hw/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OBG1IjKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JXOUx0XBQgE/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061639180875500706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6OBG1IjKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JXOUx0XBQgE/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6N0m1IjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w8-nWFRZQ5c/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061638966127135890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6N0m1IjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w8-nWFRZQ5c/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-8401488840191581123?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8401488840191581123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=8401488840191581123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/8401488840191581123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/8401488840191581123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/three-more-weeks.html' title='three more weeks!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rj6P321IjTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iQHnBbQjD0U/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-6104162987122648952</id><published>2007-04-25T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:26:10.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Getting Close to the End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANk21IjII/AAAAAAAAAGA/mnGziesdEgE/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057557308381891714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANk21IjII/AAAAAAAAAGA/mnGziesdEgE/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANYW1IjHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dC2pYDwEVjo/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057557093633526898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANYW1IjHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dC2pYDwEVjo/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANJm1IjGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n0zKOSWHvqM/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057556840230456418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANJm1IjGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n0zKOSWHvqM/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAM7W1IjFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GiTUezfdo1s/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057556595417320530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAM7W1IjFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GiTUezfdo1s/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAMqW1IjEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NBRjo251tJA/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057556303359544386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAMqW1IjEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NBRjo251tJA/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAMaW1IjDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eK4dOmgFxsc/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057556028481637426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAMaW1IjDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eK4dOmgFxsc/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAJa21IjCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BhN1T2s0Oh0/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057552738536688674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAJa21IjCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BhN1T2s0Oh0/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAIGm1IjBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CKpA1KtbvAo/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057551291132709906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjAIGm1IjBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CKpA1KtbvAo/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-6104162987122648952?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6104162987122648952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=6104162987122648952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/6104162987122648952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/6104162987122648952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-close-to-end.html' title='Getting Close to the End...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RjANk21IjII/AAAAAAAAAGA/mnGziesdEgE/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-6369116958178120406</id><published>2007-04-15T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:29:13.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>lookin like a house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtdUkf8QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uH1lVMA6uIk/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053862819856904450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtdUkf8QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uH1lVMA6uIk/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtQkkf8PI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hdx5ZtQAMVY/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053862600813572338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtQkkf8PI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hdx5ZtQAMVY/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtEEkf8OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wj2cljem62U/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053862386065207522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtEEkf8OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wj2cljem62U/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLs3Ukf8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LBExBcB0SqY/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053862167021875410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLs3Ukf8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LBExBcB0SqY/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-6369116958178120406?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6369116958178120406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=6369116958178120406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/6369116958178120406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/6369116958178120406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/lookin-like-house.html' title='lookin like a house'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RiLtdUkf8QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uH1lVMA6uIk/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-4331000575256807538</id><published>2007-04-11T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:59:04.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>It's Gonna Be a Brick House!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rh2RTEkf8MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IIcZkiArvTM/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052354113809936578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rh2RTEkf8MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IIcZkiArvTM/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rh2PwUkf8LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0AzWnyRi37U/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052352417297854642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rh2PwUkf8LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0AzWnyRi37U/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-4331000575256807538?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4331000575256807538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=4331000575256807538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/4331000575256807538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/4331000575256807538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-gonna-be-brick-house.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Be a Brick House!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rh2RTEkf8MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IIcZkiArvTM/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-3648553401516963122</id><published>2007-04-08T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:37:32.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recent synopsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- no new pictures to show, but we have insulation, electric, plumbing, tubs, and a faux front door and real garage door. should have drywall and bricks this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- recently made a trip up to WTF to visit R&amp;C..such a nice visit. Miss them soo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-my step brother is in town for a week; i will get to see him this week for the first time in 6 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- getting ready for the new house...the packing has slowly begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- happy easter! can't believe it snowed! lil'c made a killing with all the candy he received...i dont see how any one else could have gotten more candy than him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- the sopranos started tonight and we missed it since we have cutt off our satellite. hopefull someone TiVo'd it so that we can watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-the weekends aren't long enough...don't want to go to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- is it friday yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-3648553401516963122?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3648553401516963122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=3648553401516963122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/3648553401516963122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/3648553401516963122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/recent-synopsis.html' title='recent synopsis'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-8558965832428456712</id><published>2007-03-25T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:01:00.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>glass in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbjA4B8siI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T-ROwyJZcDY/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045970036695282210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbjA4B8siI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T-ROwyJZcDY/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rgbiy4B8shI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ueiaREDzQto/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045969796177113618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rgbiy4B8shI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ueiaREDzQto/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbijIB8sgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IfpR_OTV37U/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045969525594173954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbijIB8sgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IfpR_OTV37U/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbiU4B8sfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mMBIvfPVFWI/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045969280781038066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbiU4B8sfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mMBIvfPVFWI/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbiAoB8seI/AAAAAAAAADs/QC1eUSX1DOc/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045968932888687074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbiAoB8seI/AAAAAAAAADs/QC1eUSX1DOc/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rgbhk4B8sdI/AAAAAAAAADk/komurB-eMp4/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045968456147317202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rgbhk4B8sdI/AAAAAAAAADk/komurB-eMp4/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-8558965832428456712?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8558965832428456712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=8558965832428456712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/8558965832428456712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/8558965832428456712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/glass-in-house.html' title='glass in the house'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RgbjA4B8siI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T-ROwyJZcDY/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-1265814057830161063</id><published>2007-03-18T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:58:16.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solid Frame of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf376JSEZeI/AAAAAAAAADc/OLfRtuCopOQ/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043464134067512802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf376JSEZeI/AAAAAAAAADc/OLfRtuCopOQ/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf370pSEZdI/AAAAAAAAADU/jqtQwdye_PY/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043464039578232274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf370pSEZdI/AAAAAAAAADU/jqtQwdye_PY/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37wJSEZcI/AAAAAAAAADM/DdrF6gPrzLM/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463962268820930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37wJSEZcI/AAAAAAAAADM/DdrF6gPrzLM/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37rpSEZbI/AAAAAAAAADE/jqcuVVoVT9w/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463884959409586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37rpSEZbI/AAAAAAAAADE/jqcuVVoVT9w/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37l5SEZaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y_g0vxbNp1o/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463786175161762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37l5SEZaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y_g0vxbNp1o/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37hZSEZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0ys3ZbjeYQc/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463708865750418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37hZSEZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0ys3ZbjeYQc/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37cJSEZYI/AAAAAAAAACs/3tfVhYri7Dk/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463618671437186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37cJSEZYI/AAAAAAAAACs/3tfVhYri7Dk/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37RJSEZWI/AAAAAAAAACc/2rwLi75qG9A/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463429692876130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37RJSEZWI/AAAAAAAAACc/2rwLi75qG9A/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37LpSEZVI/AAAAAAAAACU/0JJQaLNGPf4/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043463335203595602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf37LpSEZVI/AAAAAAAAACU/0JJQaLNGPf4/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-1265814057830161063?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1265814057830161063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=1265814057830161063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1265814057830161063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1265814057830161063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/solid-frame-of-mine.html' title='A Solid Frame of Mine'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rf376JSEZeI/AAAAAAAAADc/OLfRtuCopOQ/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-1252363725662070946</id><published>2007-03-11T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:17:13.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Poured!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSqCpSEZUI/AAAAAAAAACM/5lBwg5vzSfk/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040840845352527170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSqCpSEZUI/AAAAAAAAACM/5lBwg5vzSfk/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSpxpSEZTI/AAAAAAAAACE/yvQl8JsZTBc/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040840553294751026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSpxpSEZTI/AAAAAAAAACE/yvQl8JsZTBc/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSpnZSEZSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0y47UrXDlQA/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040840377201091874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSpnZSEZSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0y47UrXDlQA/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSpeZSEZRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vAOP9B2yYVw/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040840222582269202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSpeZSEZRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vAOP9B2yYVw/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSoYZSEZQI/AAAAAAAAABs/AX7ykA787Io/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040839019991426306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSoYZSEZQI/AAAAAAAAABs/AX7ykA787Io/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSnl5SEZPI/AAAAAAAAABk/YTKyzgy661s/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040838152408032498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSnl5SEZPI/AAAAAAAAABk/YTKyzgy661s/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSnA5SEZOI/AAAAAAAAABc/TjsZrxe5p0I/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040837516752872674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSnA5SEZOI/AAAAAAAAABc/TjsZrxe5p0I/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-1252363725662070946?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1252363725662070946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=1252363725662070946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1252363725662070946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/1252363725662070946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/poured.html' title='Poured!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RfSqCpSEZUI/AAAAAAAAACM/5lBwg5vzSfk/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-3085801032156391379</id><published>2007-03-05T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:21:52.932-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>GROUND BREAKING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezePJRbJmI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZWVY7Khx8nk/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038646434889148002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezePJRbJmI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZWVY7Khx8nk/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezeLJRbJlI/AAAAAAAAABM/u4oHuXNykFc/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038646366169671250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezeLJRbJlI/AAAAAAAAABM/u4oHuXNykFc/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezeG5RbJkI/AAAAAAAAABE/MFyK9qGY07s/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038646293155227202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezeG5RbJkI/AAAAAAAAABE/MFyK9qGY07s/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezeC5RbJjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vbPw70mFMvA/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038646224435750450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezeC5RbJjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vbPw70mFMvA/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rezd-5RbJiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3v84GdMdAIU/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038646155716273698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/Rezd-5RbJiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3v84GdMdAIU/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-3085801032156391379?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3085801032156391379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=3085801032156391379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/3085801032156391379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/3085801032156391379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/ground-breaking.html' title='GROUND BREAKING!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/RezePJRbJmI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZWVY7Khx8nk/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-3356080557613909322</id><published>2007-02-21T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:36:00.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Almost Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I thought I would post some progress on the house that we are having built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As of right now the expected completion date is sometime in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We had our final showroom meeting to select all the items we wanted in the house. And we have paid everything that we are expected to pay out of pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I received a phone call from the house guy - we can call him Kris Kringle. The next step for us is to meet with the contract to to go through an orientation of everything that takes place in the building process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At that time everything is on them and basically a waiting game for us. We are expecting that they will break ground by the end of the month or first week in March. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once they have started building I will post pics of the progress once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is all the info I have for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-3356080557613909322?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3356080557613909322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=3356080557613909322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dinner and drinks with friends at Don Pablos.....$75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Visit to Mild to Wild Tatto and Body Piercing Parlor.....$140&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Waking up with a mad hangover and a belly ring you forgot you had.....priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-117182575657544080?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/117182575657544080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=117182575657544080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117182575657544080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117182575657544080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-117098478296500363</id><published>2007-02-08T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:33:02.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They called her the Marilyn of our Generation</title><content type='html'>R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nicole Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1967-2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-117098478296500363?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/117098478296500363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=117098478296500363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117098478296500363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117098478296500363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-called-her-marilyn-of-our.html' title='They called her the Marilyn of our Generation'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-117030710896269110</id><published>2007-01-31T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:19:50.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LC lost his first tooth today. The fairy is on her way. I hope that he isnt expecting a $100 dollars like some people have told him to expect haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it the tooth fairy is building a house and is quite the tight wad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-117030710896269110?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/117030710896269110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=117030710896269110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117030710896269110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117030710896269110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/milestone.html' title='milestone'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-117030689400390955</id><published>2007-01-31T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:14:54.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So 24 years ago today my mother was shipped to the hospital to get a 10lbs toddler cut out of her belly. It was the birth of moi. This birthday was much better than the years past. Weird...I woke up this morning and forgot that it was my own birthday. I guess I am getting to the period in my life where birthdays aren't as important as they were when I was a kid. So the day started out with a shower a phone call from Mom at 630 this morning - then a phone call from the best friend, a text message from Dad that was followed up with another phone call, then a voicemail from Cat and a birthday kiss from the hubby when I was leaving from work. I arrived to work and discovered that my cube was covered in multi colored crate paper, balloons and confetti. It meant a lot to me that they all stayed late the night before to make my morning special. The morning proceeded with emails from Girl!, J of J&amp;J and more phone calls. I felt special. My department took me out to lunch for chit chat and good eats. I got a call from my hunny to tell me happy birthday. Continued back to work and then there was cake and trick candles.  I opened my birthday present from the hubby at work and got the matching wallet to my new purse. I was soo excited. It was exactly what I wanted. I love him! Left work and picked up LC from daycare and went to dinner with the Moms. It was a good time. Now I am home and waiting for the husband to get here so that we can hang and then go to bed and start the second day as a 24 year old. The further from 18 I get the better, but that means that I am getting closer to 30 YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-117030689400390955?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/117030689400390955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=117030689400390955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117030689400390955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/117030689400390955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116970230387747471</id><published>2007-01-24T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:18:23.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mini update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is going to be a quick one - but i thought i should put everyone up to speed with the events that have taken place in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- celebrated 2 year wedding anniversay 1/21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- the search is over - we have found a home we are going to build!!! more details to follow soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- finally after so long i can fit in to my skinny pants!! woo almost no more kelly belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- the year and a half long wait has come to an end - finally got to see Best Friend Adam while he was in town. we might get to work together again!!! he is moving back to Texas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That is about it for now. I am soo excited about the changes that have been made and January isn't over yet. Looks like the beginning of a great year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116970230387747471?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116970230387747471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116970230387747471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116970230387747471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116970230387747471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/mini-update.html' title='mini update...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116887545160793689</id><published>2007-01-15T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:38:05.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Slop</title><content type='html'>My drive way (a hill) is iced over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to my car with out busting my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately....I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the shit to melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long frigid day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116887545160793689?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116887545160793689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116887545160793689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116887545160793689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116887545160793689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/slippery-slop.html' title='Slippery Slop'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116849229732549826</id><published>2007-01-10T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:11:37.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh 7...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here we are - week two of the new year. So far things are going ok with life. We are still slammed at work, which is good for business...although...my lack of sleep has kept me in crappy health...have a cold no cold have a cold etc...I think my nose is immune to kleenex and it doesnt peel anymore because I have rubbed all my skin off. Anyway, January 8th marked the 3 month mark for my hunny's crappy work schedule...guess what...he is still on it!!! My fingers are crossed that he is off the schedule before next Sunday, because that is our 2 year wedding anniversary and we have made plans for the whole day...there is a possibility that we may not get to follow through. Hopefully we will though. So, I made a news years resolution for myself. I would like to start regular visits to the doctor and dentist. I am always so terrified to go so I don't, but I would like to make sure that I am healthy instead of assume that I am...you know just in case. I would rather be smart than sorry. Another resolution was made for us. This year we have made a goal to buy a house. It's time to grow up and stop wasting our money renting. At the moment we are thinking of building now since the preowned homes that I have looked at are crap and I would feel more at ease knowing that I have a warranty should something happen, plus the builder that we are thinking of going with allows you to pick everything for the house so that it is completely customized to your needs. Which I think is cool, but then again it could be a complete bust. We will see...we have made an appointment so I will update on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ok, well I have drawn a blank, my Nyquil must have kicked in..ready for sleep now. I just wanted to take a few to blog out since it has been a few days and I am sure that you were on the edge of your seat wondering what the hell I was doing...NOTHING hahaha. Have a good week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Please pray for Britney..she needs all the help she can get YALL. tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116849229732549826?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116849229732549826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116849229732549826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116849229732549826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116849229732549826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-7.html' title='Oh 7...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116719559759770237</id><published>2006-12-26T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:01:06.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kelly Review: 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As promised soon than later I present to you my year in review. Just a warning, this has not been the best, but I thought it would be something to look back on down the road. Here goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 1/21 - 1st Wedding Anniversary - we celebrated with R&amp;C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1/31 - My 23rd birthday - dinner at home with my hunny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FEBRUARY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2/5: My hunny's 28th birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2/13: LC moves to NE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MARCH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Depression has set in - crappy month need I say more. I become unhappy with my current employer and begin to look for a new job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 4/29: Road trip to Wichita, KS for my best friends wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5/14: Camping trip to Turner Falls, OK with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5/29: Middle sister graduates from high school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Interview with current employer for a position and turned down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;J&amp;J invite us to NJ for vacation in August &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;6/3: LC is home for the summer. YEAH! The next few weeks is full of parties, baseball games, and visits with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;6/19: J&amp;amp;J announce they are pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;7/17: LC's going away party at Putt Putt&lt;br /&gt;Offered position at my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;8/1: Put in my two weeks notice at my old job.&lt;br /&gt;8/14: Start my new job.&lt;br /&gt;8/19-8/26: Me and the hubby head to Philly &amp;amp; NJ with J&amp;J for vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;8/31: R&amp;amp;C open their own restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;My husband finds out about his new crappy work schedule&lt;br /&gt;Work my first conference with the company&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;J find out they are having a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;LC will be a big brother (prego mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;br /&gt;10/8: Hubby starts new work shift - 2pm-11pm Sun-Thurs&lt;br /&gt;10/31: Halloween with J&amp;amp;J and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;11/1: LC and his mom fly to Texas to find a new place to move to and we celebrate LC's birthday 11/3: LC's 6th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;11/5: LC goes back to Nebraska (temporarily!)&lt;br /&gt;11/23: Thanksgiving with J&amp;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;12/2: LC heads back to Texas&lt;br /&gt;12/4: LC arrives to Texas safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;12/11: LC starts new school&lt;br /&gt;(THE HOLIDAYS SUCKED THIS YEAR)&lt;br /&gt;12/16: Begin Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;12/22-12/25: Christmas celebrations with family and friends&lt;br /&gt;12/31: Hubby worked til 7 - met me at J&amp;amp;J's and we were able to kiss at the stroke of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT!&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am happy to see '06 go. Time for another round of fresh starts and surprises that are in store. I hope 2007 is a better year with less negativity. I have learned that if you can't change a situation, change your attitude and I intend to try that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116719559759770237?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116719559759770237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116719559759770237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116719559759770237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116719559759770237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/kelly-review-2006.html' title='The Kelly Review: 2006'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116711420924291845</id><published>2006-12-26T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:23:29.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;...but I have the need to blog right now.  I really don't have much to post, but I guess if I had a friend here we would just be shootin the shit. Christmas was good. Santa treated us all well. It was a day of traveling and hanging with our neighbors for dinner and Wii. Now I am just trying to decide when to go to bed. We don't have LC this week so I will get an extra hour of sleep which I must say is very much needed. I still wish that he was hear. He left with his Mom this morning. It didn't feel like Christmas until I saw him opening his presents. And then the moment passed.  So, tomorrow starts a new work week. Thankfully a short one, but lets hope that the stress is on winter break. I decided that sometime this week I am going to post my year in review due to the approach of 2007, so I hope that you are on the edge of your seats. It will probably not be as exciting but it seems like a fun thing for me to do since it will be yet another fresh start. Ok, I think I have relieved myself of the nervouse energy and will head off to bed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P.S. Girl! Thanks for all your wonderful comments. They brighten my day no matter how grey it gets. I hope that you and R had a very special and Merry Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nighty Night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116711420924291845?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116711420924291845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116711420924291845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116711420924291845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116711420924291845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why....'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116702572065634073</id><published>2006-12-24T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:48:40.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding my breath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!! I can't believe that Christmas is about to come and go yet it doesn't even feel like it. When I was a kid, it was like I felt the feeling of Christmas the whole month of December. This year it's like any other day. I have had another hellacious week and frankly, I am ready for the holidays to be over. All I am looking forward to is seeing LC open his presents and my hubby too. So...my week in review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday - Finish the Christmas shopping. I needed to go to B&amp;N to get some items for the in laws and when I leave what do I notice....oh the car is overheating....PERFECT!!! I swear I am cursed to have vehicles that have a mind of  their own. I of course finished my errands then went to my mothers to get my car check out. It was the thermostat that was out. GREAT! At least the Christsmas shopping was just about complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monday - work, work, work, yada yada - left work and my friend Cat came to visit...we had to go back to my moms because my step dad was going to fix my car. We visted with the parents for a while and my car was up and running in no time. We left, went and got some food then went back to my house to watch some videos on YouTube - I love that site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tuesday - more work...stayed late....go to the parking lot and my car wont start. DAMMIT!! Took the husband's truck to get home. Ahhh the benefits of working at the same place together. Proceeded to my next destination - J&amp;J's - helped out with the kiddos and then went food shopping for the rest of the week and until we get paid again. It's Christmas time so of course things are tight. Woo! My hunny called and said that the car started and that he would be able to get home thank goodness and the car hasn't stalled since. Holding my breath til it happens again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wednesday - headache returns....LC and I get in a fight...crappy morning...long story....we are fine now...he is still adjusting to the move. Get to work...my boss makes me feel like shit and says that I don't have my work priorities straight, which I thought I did, but apparently I don't. Whatever...I will do what I need to do to get back in the good graces. I need this job and I can't afford to lose it...yet I would like to keep my dignity. Side note: ordered LC's santa gift online last saturday, and it is just now shipping...holding my breath that it will come in time for Christmas. LC stays over for the night, we hang out and get ready for the next day...he is out of school for the holidays and has a field trip to get ready for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thursday - feeling the trials and tribulations of the holidays....it's like everything has to happen all at once. So...LC wakes up...I take him to the living room to watch TV, take a shower come out to realize that there are red lines all over the TV. Can't do anything about it now...have to go to work. Get to work, I feel like I can't do anything right at my job, my boss has me make a list of the things that I am working on and then she wants to prioritize for the rest of the day. My husband calls...it will take $650 of money that we don't have to fix the tv. He asks me if I am ok because I sound down...I didn't even have to say anything and he rattled everything off that was bothering me. Once again I was holding my breath so that I don't have yet another crying fit in my cube at work, because I am afraid that my boss will see me and think that I am a cry baby. Only a few more hours and then I am off from Friday til Tuesday. Stayed at work til 11 nothing like quality time with your husband while he is at work, but at this point I will do anything. These are the moments that we will look back on when we are old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friday - doorbell rings at 6:30am on the dot...it's LC getting dropped off. I put him in front of the broken ass tube til the rest of the house gets up. Later my hubby awakes and my sister comes by so that he can finish his Christmas shopping. LC and I laid around for the majority of the day. I slept with one eye on him and the other asleep. They returned home a few hours later. We got the TV dilemma taken care of and a new one was to be delivered later that afternoon. Mom showed up later that day and we decided that we would do Christmas since that was going to be the only time to get everyone together. Still no package for LC...and now my hunny's system in his truck has gone out...one more item added to the shit list. That evening we went to my parents, exchanged gifts, had pizza and my sis Court came back to the house with us. Watched a movie and then she went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday - the boys slept til 10, ate breakfast and then started the day...got phone calls from my mom and sisters and of course what is a Christmas without a family dispute. I wont go into details with the issues since it is a personal family matter but I hope that all the appropriate parties realize that there is nothing more precious than family even if there are serious flaws that can be overcome and that when it comes to family it is important to forgive and forget...once again I am holding my breath. I can't take sides - I have to be equal and treat both parties the same as I did before...with love and respect. However, I will devuldge nothing but honesty and my opinion (since I am entitled to it) when it comes to how I feel about the situation. I love you both and I hope that this blows over soon...there is nothing more important than family as it is a sacred gift to me. (end of depressing rant) That night we went to my dad's house for more Christmas celebration we exchange gifts, ate some steak and watched a movie. Somehow I manage to develop a fever...this time I was the one that was over heating. SideNote: The package for LC wont be delivered til 12/26 - go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday - LC wakes up a 6:30 ready to start the day and I am not....my hunny is asleep...and he needs it as he has to work. Holding my breath once again that he would be cut out early but - yes work on Christmas Eve til 11 in fact. Joy to the World. Later that afternoon we ran to Starbuck's to get some gift cards that I needed to pick up then went home to start baking cookies for Santa. Did the cookie thing...played with some of LC's new toys, then headed up to work to see my hunny and eat dinner with him since he wasn't going to be let out early. We hung out for about an hour, LC was bouncing off the walls so we left. It sucked that we had to leave with out my hubby...he was all by himself, but told me later that it made him really happy that we came up there. That made me happy. So LC and I took off and headed for some viewing of Christmas lights as I had promised. I was soo emotional...there is this one Kelly Clarkson Christmas song that always plays and it makes me cry...it's about a Christmas wish...I guess I secretly had a wish that we would all be together this Christmas, but the reality was that we weren't. Looked at the lights, LC was impressed and then fell asleep on the way home. We put out cookies and milk and then I put LC to bed so that Santa could come. ..and he has...no more cookies, no more milk and a tree full of presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now - Since I started this post the hunny is home from work - I am blogging he is playing the 360..don't know what we are going to do next, but we both know that tomorrow is going to be a long day with an early start. Next week should be a good post. I hope that next week is better than this one, but like I have been saying...I am holding my breath. So I will end this now with a Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116702572065634073?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116702572065634073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116702572065634073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116702572065634073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116702572065634073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/holding-my-breath.html' title='Holding my breath...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116642347769597528</id><published>2006-12-18T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:31:17.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to Exhale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Well well well...here I am again and there is so much to blog about. So for those that have been waiting for a belt busting post here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LC came home for the weekend last week. It was wonderful..we made our rounds to his favorite peeps. Then LC, me and the hubby had a some quality time. Later we met up with J&amp;J for some time to see Santa..(note picture below.) Yes we waited in line for 2 hours, but worth it. LC said that he would wait his whole life to sit in his lap. How could you say no to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday came quick and was the usual. I was waiting for a phone call that evening from LC's mom to give me instructions because as of right now LC will be going to school by our house. YEAH! So...Tuesday morning came quickly - I finished getting ready while he watched cartoons and ate his fruit loops out of the bag. Then it was time to get to school. I walked him inside so that I knew where his classroom was. Then took him to the cafeteria where they hold the kiddos til the bell rings. I had my first maternal moment, I bent down to give him a hug and kiss and he was too embarrassed. Now I know how my mom felt when I did it to her. Sorry mom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wednesday morning was about the same except he was brave enough to go inside by himself, but I did get my hug and kiss before he g out of the car. I felt better. I would go on about the rest of my day at work, but who really wants to hear about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LC did come over on Wednesday night to keep me company since we now are on the regular schedule. We went to eat with my mom and sis then went home and he was able to experience the Wii. I must say I was impressed. He beat me a few times and totally kicked my ass at boxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday uh...it wasn't friday and I had a headached that I was not able to shake. Soon Friday was here, and so was the migraine. I was sent home early and went straight to bed. After 4 hours of snooze time I awoke and the pain was gone. Guess you could say that I was exhausted considering I get about 5 hours of sleep now. Seeing LC in the morning is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now for the weekend...the Christmas shopping was to commence and it did. I have just about everything purchased. A few small items left and everything that I have bought is wrapped thank goodness. Damn, I am tired from typing all this. Anyway..this is long and boring, but it has been my life for the past two weeks. I will catch up more later this week. Only a few more days til Santa comes. I cant wait. zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116642347769597528?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116642347769597528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116642347769597528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116642347769597528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116642347769597528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/waiting-to-exhale.html' title='Waiting to Exhale'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116572186747788893</id><published>2006-12-09T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:37:47.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4321/1252/1600/265866/calebsanta2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4321/1252/320/758362/calebsanta2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Clause&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116572186747788893?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116572186747788893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116572186747788893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116572186747788893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116572186747788893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/santas-little-helper.html' title='Santa&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116518915472519486</id><published>2006-12-03T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:39:14.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii are family!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4321/1252/1600/772997/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4321/1252/320/844387/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116518915472519486?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116518915472519486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116518915472519486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116518915472519486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116518915472519486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/wii-are-family.html' title='Wii are family!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116460993607056921</id><published>2006-11-27T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:45:36.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So..Thanksgiving was good...we laid low this year cause I had to work the day after. Went to J&amp;J's and cooked and stopped by the moms house after that. Went to work on Black Friday bored to tears and vegged that evening with the husband and the Wii. Made breakfast Saturday morning, then headed out to Pops house and watched movies, listenend to music and the men in my life got hammered. Pops was out for the count so we headed back to the casa for some shut eye. Sunday came quickly as usual and the husband headed out for work and I had a mini road trip ahead of me. I was the Red Riding Hood of the 2000's. Heading for G-ma's or what I like to call her Nana. I hopped in my explorer with my performance fleece and my goodies to take to Nana. Took about an hour to get there and finally arrived to my destination with her open arms waiting for me.  The visit was long over due and was a good one. I hope that she enjoyed it as much as I did. Now I am home and I have some things to think about as far as Nana is concerned. I will open that can of worms later though. There are so many things that I want to say, but I need to think it through before anything is posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So tomorrow is Monday, a new day and a new week. Also 7 more days until LC is officially moved back. We are soooo excited. I hope everyone had a safe stuffed holiday. Only a few more days til Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116460993607056921?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116460993607056921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116460993607056921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116460993607056921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116460993607056921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/post-turkey-day.html' title='Post Turkey Day'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116373597434972674</id><published>2006-11-16T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:59:34.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy made me cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/lucyanddesi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/lucyanddesi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The highlight of my evening was the Barbara Walter's Special &lt;em&gt;30 Mistakes in 30 Years. &lt;/em&gt;It was a countdown of interviews she had with celebrities. I know...get a life right, well what do you expect. If you are a frequent reader you are aware of my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the program: I think it was #23 on her countdown and that mistake that she would never make again was Never bring up an x-husband when you are interviewing someone with their current husband. And there it was...a montage of Lucy and Desi in their better days. Young, successful and very much in love. Or at least it appeared that way. Then the scene went to Barbara with the current Lucy, a much older, bitter, firecracker Lucy, with her husband Gary Morton. Barbara brought up Desi...and Lucy called him a loser. She said that although he was powerful there was always something to lose. She said that Gary was sweet and that the only thing that Desi had going for him was that he was Cuba / good looking and could play a bongo drum. I have done my research on Lucy and Desi and I realize that there were ups and downs, but what summed everything up and played my heart strings is when Barbara said...It was clear to her that Lucy was still very much in love with Desi, but that fact that Gary was present or that Desi was dead she had to put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the greatest loves end and I think that is why it got to me. What is Lucy if there is no Ricky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Lucy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116373597434972674?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116373597434972674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116373597434972674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116373597434972674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116373597434972674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/lucy-made-me-cry.html' title='Lucy made me cry'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116365467378863380</id><published>2006-11-15T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:24:33.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Tidbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So I heard on the radio this morning that it has been suggested to Britney that when she makes her comeback and goes on tour and Nick Lachey has implied he would like to open for her. How perfect would that be!!! Sometimes rumors are true! I guess we will see. Just wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116365467378863380?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116365467378863380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116365467378863380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116365467378863380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116365467378863380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/lil-tidbit.html' title='Lil Tidbit'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116356421270315771</id><published>2006-11-14T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:16:52.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't have much going on right now. I noticed I really haven't blogged in a few days so I just wanted to post something small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am feeling better than I was last week although my hunny and I were sick up until yesterday. There is just something going around. I am feeling better today and  he is too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I put some items on ebay so that I could get some extra cash and go shopping. We are trying to get rid of things around the house that we don't need anymore that someone might be looking for and make some extra cash of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't have any big plans for the week except to get back to feeling 100% and going to through house to get everything LC proofed. He will be back for good in a few weeks and I want to make sure that everything is ready for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is about it. Pretty dull at the moment. I got a new Jennifer Aniston movie so I think I am going to watch it until the husband gets home from work. Hope everyone is having a good week. Will post more when there is more going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116356421270315771?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116356421270315771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116356421270315771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116356421270315771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116356421270315771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/checking-in.html' title='Checking In...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116321845083390419</id><published>2006-11-10T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:14:10.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you parents do/say these things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is purely for amusement...but I have to write these things down so when sobriety hits for everyone else they will remember what happend on "Family Night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. I wore my headphone and my mother noticed, yet she remained talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. They tell me to turn up the radio, but they just talk louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. They always want to get my husband drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Mom tells stories even if no one is listening and DW sits there and makes noises but he is still listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. We don't fight we just yell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. DRUNK BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Don't ask a congo player at a bar full of bikers if he can play &lt;em&gt;Babaloo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. You shouldn't order a drink if you forgot you wanted to order a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. After he has a shot of 101 he is 5 minutes behind everyone else for the rest of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. No one will scratch her back so she scratches on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;11.  They are sweeter to the dogs than to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;12. There is never a dull moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;13. The house feels like a F-ing icebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;14. CAUTION: He flips out of his chair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;15.  What time does he get off work??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;16.  They talk to each other but never listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;17. Shut up means I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;18. Bull Shit means I love you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;19. This is my house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;20.  If you hear all these things and get to witness an event that might involve movies that are never watched, alcohol, smoke, the cops, eating at a resturaunt and not getting kicked out or a telephone poll...you have been apart of  " Family Night " with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116321845083390419?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116321845083390419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116321845083390419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116321845083390419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116321845083390419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-parents-dosay-these-things.html' title='Do you parents do/say these things?'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116312583982231172</id><published>2006-11-09T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:30:39.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Literally I am sick and tired...exhausted in fact. I woke up this morning feeling groggy, stuffy and my throat hurts.  I proceeded to get ready for the day and then I headed for work. I wasn't hungry so I didn't get any breakfast. It was hard to get through the day and do the things that I needed to do because I was sooo distracted with my symptons. I ate lunch with my boss and she told me that if I was not feeling better that I could take the rest of the day off...so at 3 I came home. I have been home...bored....sick....watching tv and blowing my nose...uh!!! We are supposed to go out of town tomorrow and see some friends so I have to get better so that we can have a good weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tired - I am sooo tired of having to see my husband on a schedule that we didn't set. I hate this schedule that he is on and the fact that we can't do anything about it. It would not be a wise decision for him to leave. He has a good job and this is only temporary, but it's still sooo hard!!!! We see eachother for 15 mins when we take a break together in the afternoon and maybe 5-10 mins when it is time for me to leave and 30 mins when he gets home. A whole hour..almost...and then half of Friday, thank goodness for Saturday and a few hours on Sunday before he has to go to work. It sucks!! Before this we spent a lot of our time together....that is what we do...we are married and so all about eachother...he is really my other half...he makes me happy...and if I don't have him...I am empty...emails and talking on the phone just isn't the same...thankfully we have that but sometimes they are interrupted when he has to take a call for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once again, I am just having a pity party for myself, but what else am I suppose to do right now when I am home sick in bed...of course I am going to complain to my blog. That's what it's for right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am so glad tomorrow is Friday because today will be over and the day after tomorrow will be a full day for us. I can't wait til it's January. sniff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116312583982231172?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116312583982231172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116312583982231172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116312583982231172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116312583982231172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116295785695783058</id><published>2006-11-07T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:52:49.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She Did It Again..Oops?? Don't Think So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/Britney_Spears_bs28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/Britney_Spears_bs28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It has been reported that Britney Spears not only dumped her baby weight, but she also ditched her babies Daddy. Honestly I was shocked when I heard the news. Not so much that the marriage ended, but more saddened that she too can not have a successful marriage. I guess in her case 3rd times the charm...lets hope she doesn't jump in to anything just yet..she really needs to clear her name and get an album released quick! Someone told me today that she probably left K-Fed because she heard his album and didn't want to be associated with it. Who knows. That information has yet to be divulged, but you know I can't wait to hear the juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Brit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116295785695783058?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116295785695783058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116295785695783058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116295785695783058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116295785695783058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-did-it-againoops-dont-think-so.html' title='She Did It Again..Oops?? Don&apos;t Think So...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116287094796111964</id><published>2006-11-06T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:42:27.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This sucks! It's like I have run out of things to do. I am at home by myself the majority of the time while my husband is at work. I have domestic things to do like clean and organize but if I do everything in one night then I really wont have anything to do. I call people to chit chat, but they don't answer there phones. Do I have a disease or do they actually have something to do??? I guess I am just having my own pitty party. I will get over it and be in a better mood. I really miss my husband though  and our evenings...the way they used to be. My agenda for the remainder of the evening is to clean the kitchen, start a load of wash and then do my lil workout that I started last night. That will probably burn a whole hour. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, today was a good day at the office though. I was really busy. We had this huge meeting to prepare for and there were some spreadsheets that I had been working on for weeks that were being presented. They were a success!! The meeting was full of my companys important people and they really liked my work. It was nice to hear a good job after all that work that I had completed. Also, my boss' daughter is preparing for an audition in  January for her schools dance company and she asked me if I would help her train. I am really excited about that. I haven't put on my dancing shoes in a while so it will be nice to have a change of pace in my evenings. I really hope that we get a lot accomplished so that she can make the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uh! Even this post is dull! Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I think that it is about that time for me and I am emotional and totally pmsing...so I am sure that is the cause for me feeling lonely. I am sooo ready for the weekend already...can you tell? Chat tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116287094796111964?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116287094796111964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116287094796111964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116287094796111964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116287094796111964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/uh.html' title='Uh!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116278491940007460</id><published>2006-11-05T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:02:38.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The past four days could have lasted til the rest of my life. My step son LC flew in to Texas on Wednesday. His mom dropped him off with me on Thursday at work and my hunny got to see his son for the first time since July 17th of this year. It was such a great moment to see LC run to his daddy and give him a big hug and tell him that he missed him and that he loved him. It's been a long time since I have seen such a big smile on his face. He carred that smile the whole weekend. Our family was whole again. Everyday that LC was with us was filled with fun, laughs and lots of love. Here is the breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thursday: LC is dropped off...sees his daddy, J&amp;J my boss and other friends that have been waiting for his arrival. We left the office headed to moms, visited then left for McDonalds. There isn't a Micky D's where he lives so I wanted to make sure that he was treated to that. We went through the drive thru and went back to the house to eat and open one present early for his birthday. Then we headed to J &amp;amp;J's and hung out and played with the kiddos, then we headed back to my mom's house so that LC could see my lil sister. After that we went back home for some sleepy time and waited for daddy to get home from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friday: Happy Birthday!!! It was his 6th birthday. We woke him up to open his birthday presents. He was really excited. I love watching his facial expressions as he opens his gifts. After we got out showers and got dressed we went to breakfast and met up with LC's mom. After breakfast we went to the Dallas World Aquarium and following that was Chuck E Cheese. He had a blast. We dropped his mom off when everything was over and arrived at J&amp;amp;J's for some homemade chocolate cake and chicken nuggets (his favorite meal) There were more presents to be opened and fun to be had. The end was near for the evening so we went home so that LC could play with some of his new toys before he went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Saturday: It came too quick!!! We ran some arrends, then went to see one was LC's friends that he hasn't seen since the summer. Later that day my Dad came to visit and see LC and drop off more birthday presents. During his visit LC's mom called and wanted us to meet her to drop him off. The mood quickly changed from happy to sad. We met her at a local eatery and we didn't want to let him go when we had our goodbye hugs. It is good to know that we will see him again very soon because they are planning to move back within a month. She was down here looking for houses and a job. She did find a job and has some bids on a few houses so this is for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When we left, we were looking for something to do because we both knew that we didnt want to sit home depressed with all his new toys around us. We called some people to see if anyone wanted to hang out, but they were eith out or they had plans already. So we made a night out of something that we haven't done in a while. We grabbed a bottle and played Uno til we were stupid. One of our calls did call back and came over to join us in a vicious game of Uno, Dominos and vodka shots. I was in bed by 11, after I got sick..(not a big drinker) and the hunny followed soon after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today: HUNGOVER!!! My husband left for work this afternoon feeling sluggish but is recooperating. I am too. So that's it...the best weekend ever. Now I am just counting the days til they move back. I cant wait to see him again and I already miss him even more than I did before. I can't believe that is possible!! TaTa for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116278491940007460?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116278491940007460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116278491940007460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116278491940007460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116278491940007460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Weekend Ever'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116217577356629634</id><published>2006-10-29T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:36:13.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry for the delay...here are the details of the latest with the cleanse and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: This information may be too graphic for some..reader discretion advised!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I woke up Saturday morning with some cramping in my stomach. I went to the bathroom and surprised things weren't as bad as I was expecting. Later, I went to my directions to see what was on the cleanse agenda for the day. So the cleanse calls for 1 quart of water and 2 tbsp. of sea salt..chugged. So I chugged. It was horrible. I felt like I was full to the brim with my scarey saline and thought I was going to throw up. BUT! I kept it down. I sat for about 10 minutes not moving waiting for my stomach to settle. Then once it settled..it hit me. There were some kids that needed to be dropped off at the pool. Luckly, I had prepared myself. There was extra toilet paper in the bathroom and a pile of People Magazines, that were waiting to be thumbed through. They came in handy. This time was subtle. Ten minutes later I was thinking WTF! It seemed like in 20 minutes everything that I drank had exited...there were no kids, just a pool if you get my drift. TMI I know, but for those that are considering the clease I feel it is important information to know. Once that was over I wasn't in the bathroom anymore...for that reason anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later, my hubby woke up..we layed around for a bit, I offered to make him breakfast. He declined and opted for some cereal and ate it in the other room. I didn't know at first, but he didn't want me to cook him breakfast because he knew that I wasn't going to be able to enjoy it. Love him. While he was eating his cereal I started preparing the LemoNasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 Quarts of Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 cup of freshly squeezed lemon juice (5 small lemons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 cup of Organic Maple Syrup Grade B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 tsp. of Cayeen Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Surprisingly the LemoNasty wasn't that bad or I was starving. I had a quart of the LemoNasty by 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a wedding that afternoon so leading up to it we were getting ready to go and I was trying to convince my hunny it wasn't going to be that bad. And of course it was a beautiful ceremony. Except for the sun beating down on my head..it was an outside wedding. Due to the sun and the empty stomach I developed what had seemed like the worst headache of my life. I didn't take anything because there wasn't anything in my stomach and it wouldn't have worked anyway. After the wedding we went to my parents to visit and if I were eating, to eat. We hung out..dinner was ready and I noticed once I was sitting by myself that every one had left the room to eat, which was odd because we usually eat together in the living room. I was appreciative..they didn't want to eat in front of me and they were very supportive by not tempting me. The food smelt sooo good...and I don't even like hamburgers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The headache remained and my head was playing with me. At that time all I could think about was food. How hungry I was...I kept staring at my jug of LemoNasty...then chugging, nothing was working my emotions were messing with me and my head was still pounding. I had two full quarts so far and one left. I decided that I needed to go home and get to bed so that the next day would come and I could start over. What sucks is that my hunny and I barely get to spend time with each other because of our work schedules so I didn't want to go to bed right away. I couldn't take it I was starving, my head hurt, my stomach was in knots..I wanted to have a breakdown...so I caved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dammit, I didn't want to do this. I only made it 24 hours. Why can't my actions overthrow my head. Dammit! I did have the best grill cheese sandwich of my entire life though. After my teeny stomach was full I went to bed. I made it to 10 o' clock. I felt bad for my hunny, but I was exhausted from not eating all day. I fell  asleep and when I woke up my headached was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This isn't over...I will have the full on cleanse. I just know this time not to start it on a weekend, not to have a kitchen full of fresh food, and not to do it when you have important plans that following week that involve food. My step son's birthday is next week and I want to be able to eat pizza when we go to Chuck E Cheese, or eat his birthday cake or have a glass of tea...real tea when we are watching him open his presents. I spent over $50 on the ingredients for this thing, I will over come it.  Apologies, if I let anyone down that was considering the Master Cleanse. I know now what not to do on it. Next time, I will last more than 24 hours. So this is why I didn't post last night...I was dreading this post, but I feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For those that will commence with the cleanse...GOOD LUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116217577356629634?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116217577356629634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116217577356629634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116217577356629634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116217577356629634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title='Ok...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116201162934387638</id><published>2006-10-27T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:09:46.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well this is it. The time has come. Today is the night before the fast. I have finished my first cup of &lt;em&gt;Smooth Move&lt;/em&gt; or what I would like to call the Poop Tea. TMI, but it fits the occasion. It was pretty bland, but ok enough to stomach. I will probably go to bed soon and prepare for the what I am anticipating a rude awakening. Those details are for tomorrows post though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So...Happy Friday!! Today was good. My morning was productive. Got some things done at the office and watched the clock til it was lunch time. I was meeting my best good friend...we will call her Kitty for lunch today and decided to have my last lunch in style at our favorit place to eat. BUENO. I had the chicken mucho nacho and a Dr. Pepper. It was everything that I wanted it to be. Kitty and I spend some time catching up and exchanged photos of eachother when we were pounds lighter...the not so BUENO days. She took some before pictures of me so hopefully I will be able to post those soon. We both went back to work after lunch and the remainder of the day dragged like a bad movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally it was time to go home and see my hunny. First I had to make a stop and get my remaining items that I needed for the Lemonade, or what I like to call LemoNasty. 32 lemons I bought and some tools to make everything. We grabbed some food from KFC. My "light" Last Supper was a salad. I would have preffered what my hunny was eating, but I suffered through it. Later we watched the latest Adam Sandler movie and when that was over we had some extra energy and hung some mirrors that have been waiting for the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And thats about it. So this is the preview post of what is to come for the next 10 days. Yes 10. I hope they are speedy. I am sure there is better details to follow tomorrow. Chat tomorrow same time, same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116201162934387638?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116201162934387638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116201162934387638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116201162934387638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116201162934387638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-supper.html' title='The Last Supper'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116190830761098618</id><published>2006-10-26T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:18:27.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Cleanse</title><content type='html'>So I emailed my friend this morning and she sent me the steps for the Master Cleanse. At lunch today I bought all the ingredients for the Lemonade or what I like to call the LemonNasty..but I shouldn't judge just yet. I decided that I am going to start on Friday (tomorrow) in case there are any surprises in the bathroom. I would hate for something happen while I am driving to work. So I plan to log every day and what I am going through so those that are interested know what takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....I am home watching you guest it &lt;em&gt;Sex and the City...&lt;/em&gt;making some tea and making something to eat for dinner. Chicken Noodle and Grill Cheese..yum. I don't have any plans tonight, just to wrap LC's gifts and do some cleaning up around the house. Tomorrow should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116190830761098618?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116190830761098618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116190830761098618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116190830761098618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116190830761098618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/countdown-to-cleanse.html' title='Countdown to Cleanse'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116183823545689982</id><published>2006-10-25T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:50:35.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey You...Hey You...Hey You....It seems that is all I here when someone is referring to me at work. It is sooo irritating....my boss knows my name why doesn't he just say it?? I was going to post a huge rant about it, but I decided not to. So anyway, today was ok...it rained all day..it would have been a nice day to stay home with the windows open and chill. I was really productive which was much needed. When I got off worked I came home and changed then headed to target. I was on a mission for a Hot Wheels Gorilla Race Track. Next Friday is LC's birthday and that was the only thing that he asked for. Of course we are going to get him more than one thing, but the track had to be the gift. I was dissappointed when I couldn't find it, so I had to send my happy ass to toys r us...and of course I found it. I picked up a few things then headed back to the house and of course had a detour to my mothers. I showed off the gifts that I bought and we were able to catch up. So we were having a conversation and my moms best friend came up. She came to visit last Sunday and has lost 35 pounds from the Master Cleanse diet. I called her and she is going to send me the recipe and I am going to give it a shot. I read some testomonies about it and there are a lot of postive results. Hopefully she will send me everything tomorrow and I can go to the store and get it started...so when I do start it I plan to keep a daily log of my progress. Well the hubby is home now....time for some QT. Chit Chat tomorrow. Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116183823545689982?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116183823545689982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116183823545689982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116183823545689982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116183823545689982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-you.html' title='Hey You'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116165824640134992</id><published>2006-10-23T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:50:46.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Shmonday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well it's that time again. Another Monday, a new week. Below you will find the events of my weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday: Left work, arrived home with my hunny waiting for me. We had plans to meet up with my Dad and brother to go to a haunted house. And that is exactly what we did. It was soo funny to see Dad get spooked. we finished the evening off with some dinner and then headed home for bed since it was late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saturday: Slept in...it felt so nice to sleep in.  Later after some lunch we met up with J&amp;J. It was the day that they were to pick up crib #3...we have a truck so we wanted to help them out. Then we went back to their house ordered some chinese, started some crafts, then went out for some ice cream. My husband and I left and went home and watched a new movie that we have both been waiting to see..&lt;em&gt;The Notorious Bettie Page &lt;/em&gt;it was very good. After the movie we went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunday: Sunday came quickly. I had plans to go to the grocery store, run some arrends, and do some domestics. Unfortunately, my husband wasn't feeling well so he stayed home from work. In that case I posponed my plans and traded them in for a lazy Sunday. It was nice to be able to chill at home with him since we have not been able to spend that much time together. He is feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh and a pleasant surprise I got an IPOD..I am soo excited to get it. Now I don't have an excuse not to work out because now I have my music. So hopefully this will work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today: I was up at 7, did the whole work thing, went to the grocery store, and now I am comtimplating when I am going to get up and clean up the house. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116165824640134992?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116165824640134992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116165824640134992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116165824640134992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116165824640134992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-shmonday.html' title='Monday Shmonday'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116161843167370997</id><published>2006-10-23T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:52:40.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt;: a wife, step mother, daughter, sister, and friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT&lt;/strong&gt;: to buy a house, have a successful career, a healthy happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE:&lt;/strong&gt; liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS:&lt;/strong&gt; Caleb with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEAR:&lt;/strong&gt; I will lose someone close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HEAR&lt;/strong&gt;: what I want sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WONDER&lt;/strong&gt;: what happened to people that I lost touch with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REGRET&lt;/strong&gt;: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT&lt;/strong&gt;: a morning person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DANCE:&lt;/strong&gt; still, but not as much as I should or as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SING&lt;/strong&gt;: in my head, and in the car and sometimes in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CRY&lt;/strong&gt;: easily, over TV, a song, movie, or sweet words spoken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;: on time, but it is something that I am working to improve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WRITE:&lt;/strong&gt; in my blog, hopefully more often then usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED&lt;/strong&gt;: to stick to a diet and exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD:&lt;/strong&gt; take better care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I START&lt;/strong&gt;: some projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINISH:&lt;/strong&gt; most things that I do start, some just take a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116161843167370997?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116161843167370997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116161843167370997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116161843167370997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116161843167370997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-list.html' title='Me List'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116122809800554744</id><published>2006-10-18T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:21:38.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love this time of year! When I left work this afternoon the cold front came in.  It was calm with a touch of wind that made the season feel more real. Its fall. My favorite time of year. The new season also brings Halloween, and of course the holidays.  These holidays are going to be the extra special for my husband and I. (Now for the good news) LC's mom sent me an email today with an attachment. This attachment was a confirmed reservation for 2 flights down to Texas. Meaning LC and his Mom will be here for 5 days looking for a place to live...because they are moving back!!! I am soo excited...I couldn't help but cry when I was reading the email. The best part is..they will be in town when LC has his birthday and we will get to spend it with him. The thought of them moving back has always been something tha I have hoped for since the day they left and the day of her saying they are coming back to Texas was today. I have been waiting for so long. I am so happy I wanted to share it on my blog. This is news worth sprending. I will update as we near Nov.1 and of course post the progress of the visit and the move.  Thank you for being here for my Day 3. 27 more til this whole blog thing sticks for good. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116122809800554744?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116122809800554744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116122809800554744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116122809800554744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116122809800554744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-news.html' title='Good News!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116113784874889999</id><published>2006-10-17T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:20:20.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here I am...dear blog, day 2 and I came back...are you proud?? Today was a regular day. Woke up, got ready for work, ate some breakfast then started my day at the office. It was a normal day. Nothing special. This evening I went to J&amp;amp;J's for some company and dinner and a chance to play with the kiddos. Now I am home in my comfy clothes, watching some &lt;em&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/em&gt; waiting for the hubby to come home. Just plain blah at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However I did receive some good news today. We may have a date for LC's return to Texas. Our fingers are crossed for December 1st and hopefully we will get to see him for his 6th birthday which occurs next month while they are here looking for a place to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My apologies for the dullness of the blog, hopefully the remainder of my week will be a little more eventful. Great I have the hiccups now. Anyway, p.s. much needed props to my GIRL for showing me how to change the font on this blog. Hopefully it wont be so plain now that I know I am able to add some color and style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nighty night dear blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116113784874889999?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116113784874889999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116113784874889999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116113784874889999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116113784874889999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-special-tuesday.html' title='Nothing Special Tuesday'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-116105685171087206</id><published>2006-10-16T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:47:31.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redo Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of my weaknesses is starting something and never finishing it. For example, my blog. My secret friend that I could vent to whenever I wanted. A friend that was always there when I needed it. A friend that let me be bitchy, excited, immature, hyper, or plain borning. How many friends let you do all that and more and still be there for you. Well...my blog has...except I haven't been very nice. My apologies for the neglet and reading other blogs without signing in to you. So I Do. This is my solomn vow to be a better friend. I will turn to you if I have a worry, or new news or a good ol pic of Britney. Let's start over...can we be friends again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am nine months since my last blog. Crazy, life has change quite a bit. To put you up to speed short and sweetly...my best friends son was born on my moms birthday. I was the in case of emergency call and actually got to witness childbirth..it really is a miracle. Lil'C moved to NE (this was and is really hard for us to deal with,) work started going down hill, I was interviewing at my old job and was turned down. (LC = Lil'C) We flew LC here for the summer. It was a great time and we missed him so much. There were baseball games, road trips, swimming, and parties. I quit my job in August after I was offered a fabulous Marketing postition at my old company. I accepted. Mid month we took our second vacation together to the Northeast with our very best friends J&amp;J and their two children. I saw Philly, and south Jersey..North Wildwood to be exact. It was just want we needed. We had an exquisit condo with a view of the Atlantic. A week later were home and back to realty. Work started to take off and I am still learning so much 2.5 months later. I was able to work my first Conference and it was everything that I expected it to be..Exhausting and Fantasic. I hope to be apart of it next year.&lt;br /&gt;So this year has had its ups and downs, but overall everything seems great right??? Well once you are up you eventually start coming down. My husband has had an unfortunate schedule change. Its HORRIBLE we never see eachother right now. We have one full say off together. I realize that there are worse things that could happen, but this is me being selfish and want to spend time with my husband..we are still newlyweda to me. Fortunately, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The schedule is temporary 3 months is the verdict. Speaking of temporary..I receive information from LC's Mom that they are moving back...this I have heard before and this time I hope that its true. Today was the first time that I have communicated with her in 9 months. It felt good to talk to her and for her to acknowledge the fact that I was mad at her and that she understood why. My fingers are crossed and everything else in hopes that they move back. So that's it. I think that we are pretty much up to date...simplified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I come back??? I have lots of extra time right now so I decided that I am going to attempt to blog at least a few times a week and a run ha! Even though my time will fill up in the future, but they say you develop a habit after 20 something days. Let's give it a whirl. This is the completion of Day 1...I blogged..hard by the way...too bad its to dark to take my run. There is always tomorrow. Good night my loyal blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-116105685171087206?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116105685171087206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=116105685171087206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116105685171087206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/116105685171087206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/redo-part-deux.html' title='Redo Part Deux'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-113874659000849465</id><published>2006-01-31T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:29:50.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>Well today I celebrated my 23rd birthday. It was a different birthday. My job allows me to have the day off....which is a plus....but its lonely when all your peeps are at work. I woke up this morning surprise that I didnt get a phone call from either of my parents yet..of course my husband was singing to me this morning before we went to work....after I woke up my best friend called and told me happy birthday. That meant a lot. So I got up and got in the shower and got ready. I was going to meet my hubby for lunch. We met up around 11 and went to eat with some of our good friends J&amp;J and then went back to their work...which is also where I used to work. I took the oppurtunity to see some old peeps and my best friend. It was a nice visit. I really wanted to see my old boss, but she was out sick. Afterwards, I went to the mall and got my wedding ring cleaned then went to my mother's house. We hung out for a little bit and she gave me my birthday present....she kept telling me that I could take it back if I didn't like it. Made me feel like crap, but she just wanted to make sure that she got me somethimg that I would love and I do so thank you to her. Now I am at home waiting for the hubby. We are suppose to go out to dinner and then I dont know what, but I know that we will have a good time. We always do. I had a free moment and wanted to blog since I rarely have time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than today life is good. Just celebrated our first wedding anniversary. I cant believe how quick this year has been. I am looking forward to several more. We went to WTF to celebrate. Other options on celebrating just didnt seem like something we would do. We went and visited C&amp;R and they took us to breakfast the next day. Thank you to them. It was the best anniversary. I cant believe that me and the hubby have already been together for 3 years and married for 1. My how time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-113874659000849465?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113874659000849465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=113874659000849465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113874659000849465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113874659000849465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-113685995073620886</id><published>2006-01-09T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:25:50.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Over...</title><content type='html'>So I am back and I am starting this blog think all over.. First it started out as a weight loss log, then it turned in to a life journal and then a make shift gossip column...a few trickeled articles and then to nothing. So with the new year brings a new revamped on track blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still set on not being the fat wife. Of course I am still not at my target weight loss goal, but I can say that I have lost some weight...and I haven't gained anything back. Since September I think that it is safe to say that I have lost about 10 pounds. I am now out of the 150's. That is a huge accomplishment to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I started small. I have an addiction to caffine. I am just now realizing how much I realized on a soda to give me a kick start in the morning. I can't do that anymore. It's not healthy and it causes cottage cheese legs....I don't want that. I think I usually have about 3-4 sodas a day. I definately do not drink enough water like I used to. I went grocery shopping and bought healthy food and no soft drinks. I only had one soda today. That is a huge thing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal....is small for now...I would like to see a difference by April. I will reward myself with tanning membership to get ready for the summer. Plus, I am celebrating my 23rd birthday and my 1st wedding anniversary. I have alot to show for and I want to look really good doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon. Blog Hard!&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-113685995073620886?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113685995073620886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=113685995073620886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113685995073620886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113685995073620886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-over.html' title='Do Over...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-113258800821202282</id><published>2005-11-21T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:52:08.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/BooKelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/BooKelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been accused of not blogging hard enough. So I am going to put forth some effort and get some things off my chest that I have been meaning to add to my blogging but things have been so crazy for us I havent had the time to sit down and blog away. I will try to start as far back as I can remember. First thing is first...I had my interview with "The Company" about the managment position and I was told that I had alot of the qualities that they were looking for, but that they thought I should wait. They told me to get into some training classes and work on my Senior promotion so that is what I am going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Best Friend Adam and I were working together at "The Company" he has since found a new direction in his life and has moved up North to be closer to his family and figure out what he wants to do with his life. Adam, thank you for being apart of my life. You are one of a kind. I hope that you find success in New York. I love you and I hope to see you as a Game Show host someday. We will always have Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some issues that I am coming to terms with in my life. Recently I have realized that I am getting older....and my parents are getting older. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. What has hit me the most is learning about Type II diabetes for a close family member of mine..whom i am extremely close to has recently found out that they have diabetes...In my family...it is not only common because of weight issues, but it is also hereditery. So I myself need to make a permanent change so that I will not have to suffer later...but on a lighter note...I LOST 7 POUNDS!!! And I have to say this now because it is almost Thanksgiving and I will probably gain it all back. But I am excited about the 7 pounds woo hoo! I out completely out of the 150 lbs range...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was good...Friday we were suppose to have KK but plans have changed and we should get him on Tuesday and keep him until Sunday. I cant wait for that...we are going to get the Christmas decorations out. &lt;br /&gt;So Friday we hung out around the house and completed the second season of the Soprano's. Saturday morning I got up and went Christmas shopping. I didnt buy very much but I got to cross a few things off the list. That night we drove out to Justin for my cousins wedding. It was so beautiful and touching. We are growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;DH and I had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we headed back to the house and some friends from his work stopped by and watched a movie. We were up sooo late and it seemed so early. We received a phone call at about 10:30. It was from U.P. he said that our cousins were in town from Michigan and that B would not be home for two years. That was really hard for me to grasp. We went to his house yesterday and all I could do was hug him soo tight. I didnt want to let go...but all we can say is that it could be alot worse. Things will get better and he will be ok. Tonight we are going to see U.P. he really needs us right now and we will be there for U.P. as long as he needs us...this section is vague on purpose. I apologize for any confusion. The picture that is posted is us yesterday at U.P. Please click on it to see it better...we look..you know if you dont see a bigger image of it. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that my fingertips are sweating now...I think that I have officially blogged hard. I should be back before the holiday. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Always say  I love you and NEVER take anyone for granted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-113258800821202282?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113258800821202282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=113258800821202282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113258800821202282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113258800821202282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/running-around.html' title='Running around!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-113139303031037247</id><published>2005-11-07T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:50:30.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in...</title><content type='html'>...ok so it has been like a month since my last blog, but there has been so much going with me right now and I have barely had a second to sit down and blog. I am on my lunch break right now, so that is why I have some time. This entry will be brief.  Work is going great! I might get promoted. I have an interview today. I am really excited about the whole thing. Life at home is wonderful. My step son just celebrated a birthday and the party was perfect and he got so many gifts. He was soo happy.  I haven't got to work out very much because of the lack of time that I have at home, but the DH and I have decided that we are going to start working out together and dust off the weight bench. You just wait and see....I am going to be smoking hot this summer....I bet be...I have plenty of time to get back in shape. Well, it is time for me to clock back in so I hope everyone has a good week! Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-113139303031037247?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113139303031037247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=113139303031037247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113139303031037247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/113139303031037247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in...'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112854339934978624</id><published>2005-10-05T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:18:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think my head is going to explode!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/tcruise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/tcruise1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reported on &lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people"&gt;People.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom &amp; Katie Expecting a Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Oct 05, 2005 3:30pm EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise's fiancée, Katie Holmes, is pregnant with the couple's child, Cruise's spokesperson, Lee Anne DeVette, tells PEOPLE exclusively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tom and Katie are very excited, and the entire family is very excited," says DeVette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise, who has two children, Connor, 10, and Isabella, 12, with ex-wife Nicole Kidman, began dating Holmes in mid-April. He proposed to her atop the Eiffel Tower in Paris in June. DeVette says there is no wedding date set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeVette would not comment on the baby's gender or say how far along the pregnancy is. The rep did say that Holmes, 26, "has never felt better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112854339934978624?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112854339934978624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112854339934978624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112854339934978624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112854339934978624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-my-head-is-going-to-explode.html' title='I think my head is going to explode!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112836590980725903</id><published>2005-10-03T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:58:29.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Peed My Pants</title><content type='html'>I'll start this off by saying that we have an alarm on the house should anyone decide to break in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So it is another wonderful Monday. I have been up since 5 o'clock this morning!!!! Why you ask??? Well I will tell you. Last night the husband got off work at about 7ish - came home an ate some pot pies and watched the movie SAW - which by the way I was dissappointed in. Nothing special. Just whinding down from the weekend and getting ready for the week ahead. So after the movie we headed to bed and watched some TiVo an eventually fell sound asleep. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIRO! WIRO! WIRO! WIRO! THE ALARM FOR THE HOUSE JUST STARTED GOING OFF AT 5 IN THE MORNING! I SPRUNG OUT OF BED AND WAS SCREAMING MY HUSBANDS NAME AND RUNNING TO PUNCH THE KEY CODE IN TO TURN IT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo loud. My heart was pounding. My husband went and searched the house and there was no one in the house. I have no idea why it went off, but it scared the piss out of me! After that, my husband got up to get ready for work since he had to be at work really early today. I was afraid to go back to sleep so I watched some I Love Lucy and Saved by the Bell until it was time for me to get ready to go to work. I wish that there would have been a camera in the house. I am sure that I looked like a complete moron going through the house after my husband left for work looking under the beds and checking in the closets and behind doors like a scardy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I want to use the alarm tonight. It is funny to think that I pay $20 / month - just to scare the holy shit out of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112836590980725903?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112836590980725903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112836590980725903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112836590980725903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112836590980725903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/almost-peed-my-pants.html' title='Almost Peed My Pants'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112776072380985161</id><published>2005-09-26T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:57:31.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/peggy_mug_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/peggy_mug_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it is Monday. I am at work trying to get through my To Do List. So far 5 out of 10 things remain. The weekend was ok. Spent some quality time with the husband, did some scrapbooking, and went to my Nana's to help her move. This is my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granmother has lived in the same house for about 20 years. As far back as I can remember she has always lived in the same house. When I was little the house always seemed so huge to me. I remember the very moment when I walked in to her house and it felt so small. Since that realization I have gotten used to the real size of the house. So this is the story. My Nana is getting up there, and she is living alone at the time. My aunt recently separated from her husband an is living in her big house all by herself, so my Nana will be moving in. So she decides that all the kids and grankids should come over to her house and get the things that we want so that she doesnt have to divide everything up before she dies. I hate the reality that she is going to always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was over there this weekend, and this time the house didnt feel small to me anymore...it felt empty. I didnt want to take anything from her. But she insisted that I had to leave with something. The smell was even different. My cousin was there and we were going through old pictures and reminising and I realized that there will never be another birthday party, or christmas party or family get together at that house ever again. It will always be somewhere else. This is truly an end of a thick chapter in the book of my family. To my family, Nana's House, the meaning, and experiences that have taken place are equivalent to the Bible. Unfortunately it has to be done. It is what Nana wants and that is what she will get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112776072380985161?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112776072380985161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112776072380985161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112776072380985161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112776072380985161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/case-of-mondays.html' title='Case of the Mondays'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112725490113892007</id><published>2005-09-20T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:22:04.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is _______ an I am Addicted to BB6.</title><content type='html'>So this is really sad, and maybe pathetic, but the people that share this obession with me will understand - TONIGHT IS THE LAST NIGHT OF BIG BROTHER!!!! Now it's dissappointing how the show is going to end, but I actually have to function like a normal human being after tonight. I am not the only person with this illness, I am not alone; there are a handful of people that are by my side that have the same addiction. Usually the schedule starts on a Tuesday, then we read the online summaries (some people have the live feeds.) Then Thursday gets here and we usually know what happens, but we find out who gets evicted and who is taking over the house, then saturday we find out who is nominated to be evicted. It is an endless cycle and it continues to feed us our need for the information - until now. If the show doesn't go my way - my night is ruined...it has taken me since friday to get over the fact that the girl that America wanted to win was sent home. If I have a chemical imbalance, that is what Big Brother is...now someone is taking my drug from me. I will be coming clean from my addiction starting tomorrow. I guess I can use The Real World as my Morphine to come off of BB6. I think that the group of people that have come to love the BB House will now have to be each other's support group. They can call us BBA - Big Brother Anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112725490113892007?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112725490113892007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112725490113892007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112725490113892007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112725490113892007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-name-is-i-am-addicted-to-bb6.html' title='My Name is _______ an I am Addicted to BB6.'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112673539594289659</id><published>2005-09-14T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:36:56.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney had her Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/britpreg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/britpreg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY BOY SEAN PRESTON SPEARS FEDERLINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112673539594289659?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112673539594289659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112673539594289659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112673539594289659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112673539594289659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/britney-had-her-baby.html' title='Britney had her Baby!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112663593174785141</id><published>2005-09-13T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:25:33.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of an Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>I definatley feel better than the last time that I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the grocery store this weekend and bought a bunch of healthy food, so now I don't have an excuse to eat bad, because there is nothing but good food in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get me motivated to change my image I got my hair cut. I love it! I cut about six inches off. It feels so much better and I feel more confident about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I started the new eat right diet. This morning for breakfast I ate a fat free pop tart which tasted like shit and some blue berry fat free yogurt which was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my lunch today. I made a tuna fish sandwich for myself. It was tuna in water, fat free miraclewhip, relish on whole wheat bread, and no chips. I made myself two sandwiches since I wasnt eating anything else, but I was full after one. So that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I plan to take a run when I get home, start dinner, penne pasta with spaghetti sauce and sauteed mushrooms, still need carbs for energy, then relax with an episode of Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can keep the eating right and exercise up for 30 days, it will be apart of my daily routine and save me a bunch of cash from going out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was a case of the Monday's and my last day to eat bad so I took advantage of that. Last night me and the hubby went to WTF to see some friends, just to pop in and pop out. It was a good visit and a good refresher. Plus, the ride to and from is always great with him. So that is what is going on with me. Post more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112663593174785141?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112663593174785141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112663593174785141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112663593174785141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112663593174785141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/beginning-of-extreme-makeover.html' title='The Beginning of an Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112620450169537974</id><published>2005-09-08T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:35:03.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Fat</title><content type='html'>Today, is not a good day for me as far as my self esteem goes. This morning I was getting ready for work and I looked in the mirror to check the back of my hair and all I saw was fat...I hate this. Why can't I get motivated?!! It makes me sooo sick, when I look at my reflection in a window and I think that I look good, but when I look in a mirror, I look soooo differently. Sometimes I don't understand why my husband thinks I look good. But I am not going to go in that direction. No one did this to me, but me. IT is just so much easier to blame my weight issue on something other than myself. I need discipline and drive and I just dont have that right now for some reason. I heard today in a meeting that it takes 30 days to get in a new routine. I can say that I haven't gained any weight since I started this blog, but I know that I haven't lost anything and that sux. I just feel really out of place today. I moved cubes yesterday at work, who would have thought moving in a new place in the office, would make me feel so out of place all over....I don't like how my hair is today, or what I am wearing...anything...maybe it is because I am trying to quit smoking and the brain is on overdrive. I dont know. When I decided that I was going to quit I was gonna go cold Turkey....but the body would go in shock and then I would be even more loopy than I am now. So I decided to go in steps, no smoking at work right now. So far I am doing good, except I had one after lunch today since I am having such a crappy day. And I bummed one....haven't bought a pack in a few days. This is crazy...but right now quitting smoking is easier than losing weight. Shouldn't it be the other way around? I really can't wait until the weather cools off...its already started too, but mostly in the mornings. When I get home it is still sweltering and I dont want to be excerising outside. Ok, I think I am done with my rant for now. I'll blog more should anything happen. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112620450169537974?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112620450169537974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112620450169537974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112620450169537974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112620450169537974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/feelin-fat.html' title='Feelin&apos; Fat'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112601385547990931</id><published>2005-09-06T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:37:35.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Glad that I had a long weekend, but I wish that it was longer. Still not ready to return back to work. The weekend was good. We had "Rowdy" (step son) over for the weekend, we went to his mom's wedding and, went to a party on sunday, and Monday I went and visited my dad. I am exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112601385547990931?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112601385547990931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112601385547990931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112601385547990931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112601385547990931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112491906941181481</id><published>2005-08-24T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:31:09.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes after Bored?</title><content type='html'>Sitting here thinking about what to do next. I have resolved all my issues that I had on my desk this morning and I am now to the point where I am making things up to do. All the post its that I have on my pending files have been updated to bubble letters. I have read the news and the gossip columns and I still have an hour left. At least I know that I am not the only one. There are others that are so desperate for something to do, bulk emails are being sent out to lend a helping hand. Guess I am not at that stage yet. I guess that is what I get for being motivated. Now....I am bored...or border???bordest??? What comes next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112491906941181481?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112491906941181481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112491906941181481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112491906941181481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112491906941181481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-comes-after-bored.html' title='What comes after Bored?'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112441386339838235</id><published>2005-08-18T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:11:03.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let "The Friendship" BEWARE!!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is for Adam....and it is a damn good one. Tonight on big brother was by far the best episode yet! Here is a short summary just for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fights that we read about where aired and it was great to see Janie in Beau's face. April broke down after Howie insulted her and she went to the bath room and prayed to God on the porcelan god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Evict. Unfortunately, King Kaysar was sent away from his Big Brother Castle by a unanmous vote. Then to the HOH competition, which once again was a mental game. Who was the first person eliminated....MAGGIE!!! hahahaha - I know that we were gunning for James to won the HOH, but the second best won the HOH competition. The Buxom blonde JANIE!!! woo hoo! When Julie asked Jennifer to give Janelle the HOH key, she through it in the grass like the little bitch that she is.....Julie then told Janelle to go to the diary room and the houseguest to gather in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Janie was in the DR Julie explained the Double Eviction and that she needed to nominate two people immediately. Then the camera's go to the houseguests in the living room and the secret is revealed to them.  Janie comes in the living room an announces her nominations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTICE WAS SERVED BABY! Like we have all patiently been waiting for, Janie nominated..................................JENNIFER AND MAGGIE!!!! WHAT UP KAYSAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go best friend! I hope that you enjoy this entry as much as you will enjoy the show when you get home. I hope that you are feeling better and I can't wait to talk about it tomorrow. Have a good night and get some rest. The Soveriegn is back and they are taking over that crazy F'ed up house. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112441386339838235?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112441386339838235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112441386339838235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112441386339838235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112441386339838235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-friendship-beware.html' title='Let &quot;The Friendship&quot; BEWARE!!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112437423471958377</id><published>2005-08-18T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:13:03.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi I'm pregnant ! Don't I look pretty?!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/prego1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/prego1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Britney?! Why?! Have some respect for your unborn child. All the pictures that her baby is going to have of her while she was pregnant she looks like a fork needs to be in her - because she is done! I'm so dissapointed that she is not the glowing Mom-to-Be that I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a joke today on the radio. They were talking about how she was shopping for baby clothes and that she was picking out all boys stuff.....they also said that she bought the baby his first carton of Marlboro Reds. - way harsh Ty. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112437423471958377?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112437423471958377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112437423471958377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112437423471958377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112437423471958377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-im-pregnant-dont-i-look-pretty.html' title='Hi I&apos;m pregnant ! Don&apos;t I look pretty?!!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112413282691657329</id><published>2005-08-15T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T14:07:06.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/newA%20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/newA%20.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an important day in my husbands life. My husband is taking a very important test. It is called the A+ test. For all of those computer geeks out there like my sweetie, you know what I am talking about. He is taking the first part of the test this afternoon and the other part in a few weeks.  If he passes these tests it will be such a huge accomplishment for him and a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. This entry is dedicated to him. GOOD LUCK BOO! bookel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112413282691657329?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112413282691657329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112413282691657329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112413282691657329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112413282691657329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/big-test.html' title='The Big Test'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112378662580804732</id><published>2005-08-11T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:57:05.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT UP KAYSAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/kingkaysar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/kingkaysar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only people that watch Big Brother 6 know what I am talking about when I say WHAT UP KAYSAR!! Tonight is a big night for Big Brother fans. It is between King Kaysar and Eric "Capi" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people that know me have learned to deal with the fact that I am a reality TV junkie. I normally wouldn't talk about a TV show on my blg, but many people can understand where I coming from when I say tonight is MUST SEE TV. It is just on my mind and I wanted to share it on my blog. So please go to &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to caste your vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112378662580804732?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112378662580804732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112378662580804732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112378662580804732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112378662580804732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-up-kaysar.html' title='WHAT UP KAYSAR!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112370793686314142</id><published>2005-08-10T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:05:36.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dukes Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/dukesdiet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/dukesdiet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you could say that the diet has been going well since I have been sick and was throwing up. I have since recovered from my sickness, but I found a new diet that I think I would like to try. It's not really a fad diet, but it is Jessica Simpson's work out regime when she was getting ready for the &lt;em&gt;Dukes of Hazzard&lt;/em&gt; I am calling it the Dukes Diet.&lt;br /&gt;The diet consist of 2 hours of work out ( 1 hour of cardi 1 hour of lounges and booty workouts) No sugar, lots of salad and for me that means NO RANCH - and of course used in moderation. I'll let you know how it works out. Of course I will start at the beginning of a new week so that I can grocery shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112370793686314142?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112370793686314142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112370793686314142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112370793686314142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112370793686314142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/dukes-diet.html' title='Dukes Diet'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112368461811356393</id><published>2005-08-10T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:36:58.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantly Surprised.</title><content type='html'>Well Monday was a typical Monday except my husband got to stay home from work because he was sick. I would have rather stayed with him to help him feel better, but I couldn't leave. When I got home I made dinner and we were watching some TV. Got a phone call from my Nana, but it ended up being my cousin. She was in town and wanted to come visit. I was so excited to see her. She looked great and had some good stories to tell. It was really nice to see her. She left for Miami yesterday. I hope that she has a blast and a safe trip. I can't believe how much she has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning feeling terrible. I think it was something that I had ate the night before. I got sick while I was brushing my teeth! I managed to make it to work but I couldn't take it. I was in and out of the bathroom and I couldn't get any work done. And I was my 90 days yesterday. I feel bad that I had to leave, but I made it home and slept all day until my husband came home and we watched a movie and then I went back to sleep. I couldn't eat at all yesterday. I woke up this morning and I feel much better. Must have been a mean 24 hour bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112368461811356393?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112368461811356393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112368461811356393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112368461811356393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112368461811356393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/pleasantly-surprised.html' title='Pleasantly Surprised.'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112308969185204652</id><published>2005-08-03T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:21:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Whining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/y1947.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/y1947.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you that read this blog often no that I am currently surrounded by pregnant women. Trust me! I am staying away from the water, which by the way really messes with my diet. When I started this blog I wanted to make sure that I didn't blag about anyone, that I might want to read it, to prevent myself from talking trash. But I just can't help it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with this lady. When we met we were instant friends. She showed me the ropes of the new job and gave me a background of the people that we work with. It was helpful. Now the relationship is the to point, when she wants to bitch about someone or something she comes to me. I will take the time out for her so that I can listen to what she has to say, but I really don't care. I am just here to work and that is all. I don't plan on having any relationship with her outside of work so pretty much it goes in one ear and out the other and every now and then I will chime in my opinion. BUT I have learned that giving your opinion about a subject that involves work can be used against you. So I chose to keep my mouth shut, just for my own good. Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my point is, she is pregnant, and emotional. She was this way before she knew she was pregnant, but it is 10X worse! Today a co-worker emailed me asking if I wanted to go to lunch with her. I told her that I needed to get back to her. My original plans to eat lunch with my husband fell through so I asked my co worker (we will call her T)so I asked T if she still wanted to eat. She said yes and that H (another team memeber) was going to go with us. So I invited M (the emotional pregnant person) She emailed me back and asked who was going and I told her and she said "I don't think so because they didn't invite me." I said I know, I invited with you. She said well I didn't get an email about it. I said yes you did and it was from me. Then she says that she feels left out and if T and H wanted her to come they would have asked her. She says that she is having a "rough" day. BOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nice person that I am, I ask her if everything is ok, and that lunch was not a planned event, that it would be a good time and that she should go. So she replies back and says that she doesn't want to go because she doesn't feel included and that she is very emotional today. NO SHIT! I freaking invited her! WTF? I don't think that I am going to invite her for a while. It just seems like it is going to be a waste of time, and I would probably get turned down anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112308969185204652?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112308969185204652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112308969185204652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112308969185204652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112308969185204652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-whining.html' title='No Whining!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112300244268422421</id><published>2005-08-02T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:07:22.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I can't wait until the summer is over. Granted I want to take a trip to the beach or go camping before it's too cold, but SERIOUSLY! I am so tired of this Texas heat! My main reason for bitching is I know that I would be more motivated to get out of the house and work out- outside if it wasn't so damn hot. I would rather run in the cold and break a sweat than run in the heat and have a stroke. I am counting the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112300244268422421?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112300244268422421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112300244268422421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112300244268422421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112300244268422421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-of-summer.html' title='Sick of Summer'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112250003584927375</id><published>2005-07-27T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:49:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A RAISE!</title><content type='html'>So I get a meeting request from my boss yesterday telling me that her and my director have some exciting new to tell me and that they wanted to meet up at 4:00 that afternoon. Well, I left work yesterday not knowing the secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come into work today and there is another meeting request with apologies for not having the meeting yesterday and that we would meet today. So at 10:30 we all meeet up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't big news for anyone, but I really benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the deal is "The Company" that I work for has decided to do some straightening up and updating their employees job descriptions AND their pay. This was active as of July 1, 2005 and I will see this on my next paycheck that I get on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cool though...I got a raise just for being an employee..didn't do anything special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just about the most eventful thing that is going on in my life right now besides playing scary videogames with my husband and dodging all the pregnant women that are around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112250003584927375?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112250003584927375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112250003584927375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112250003584927375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112250003584927375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-got-raise.html' title='I GOT A RAISE!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112232073102582476</id><published>2005-07-25T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:45:31.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously!.....STAY OUT OF THE WATER!</title><content type='html'>Two more souls have been claimed and dragged over to the world of pregnancy. Stay back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112232073102582476?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112232073102582476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112232073102582476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112232073102582476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112232073102582476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/seriouslystay-out-of-water.html' title='Seriously!.....STAY OUT OF THE WATER!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112195911932475297</id><published>2005-07-21T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:18:39.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/weddance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/weddance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months ago today I was waking up at my Nana's house. Getting a shower, getting dressed and getting ready to start the day....my wedding day. It was such a perfect day. Feels like it was yesterday. Since we married life has been good. I have never been happier. Life makes sense. I hope that this marriage last another 6 months and more after that. I love my husband and I love being married. Happy 6 Months to US!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112195911932475297?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112195911932475297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112195911932475297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112195911932475297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112195911932475297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/6-months.html' title='6 months.'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112180066009859235</id><published>2005-07-19T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:17:40.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hit to Shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/bspears150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/bspears150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that when women get pregnant they glow and embrace the changes that are happenning to their bodies. Why is it that someone that has the money to make them look good when they are pregnant end up looking like a shithzu? WHY BRITNEY??? WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112180066009859235?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112180066009859235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112180066009859235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112180066009859235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112180066009859235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-hit-to-shit.html' title='From Hit to Shit.'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112178335575291774</id><published>2005-07-19T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:29:15.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off??</title><content type='html'>OMG! I am in such a bad mood today and I don't know why! All I can say is that I don't want to be at work, I am hungry and I am soooo tired right now! I just want to be in my bed under the covers. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????? grrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112178335575291774?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112178335575291774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112178335575291774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112178335575291774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112178335575291774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off??'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112170306785821126</id><published>2005-07-18T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:11:07.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM STILL ON THE DIET!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so the one person that consistantly reads my blog is wondering wear all the diet juice is. I AM STILL ON IT. But of course some things in my personal life have made it difficult. Today I brought my lunch its healthy and I still have let off on the cokes. I know that I have not gained any weight. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112170306785821126?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112170306785821126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112170306785821126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112170306785821126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112170306785821126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-still-on-diet.html' title='I AM STILL ON THE DIET!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112170115985840524</id><published>2005-07-18T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:39:19.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychotic, Chaotic....Love'n it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/b17pu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/b17pu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am the only person in the world that TiVo'd Britney and Kevin: Chaotic. Some people may not know this about me, but I am secretly a &lt;a href="http://www.britneyspears.com"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt; fan. Like huge fan. I think that she is so great. And I really have no reason why. I used to despise her. Right now I am all about her. I guess this will be my way to come out of the Britney Spears closet. So here is my news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is chatter going around on the internet that Britney and hubby K-Fed are chatting it up with UPN about a second installment of their reality series. Guess What?! The birth of the POP Princess' baby or maybe BABIES is expected to be &lt;a href="http://www.indiantelevision.com/headlines/y2k5/july/july206.htm"&gt;broadcasted!&lt;/a&gt; That should make an interesting second season. I am sure that I am the only person that I syched about this, but who cares! I think that it would be very interesting to see how she handles the joy of labor and bringing a new life in to the world. I just hope that she doesn't name the baby something crazy like Skittles or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112170115985840524?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112170115985840524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112170115985840524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112170115985840524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112170115985840524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/psychotic-chaoticloven-it.html' title='Psychotic, Chaotic....Love&apos;n it!!!!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112145024327943043</id><published>2005-07-15T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:41:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watcha gonna do when they come for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/copsgif81.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/copsgif81.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I am driving home from work. Right before I turn on my street there is a cop sitting in the coldesac...probably radaring people. So I turn on my street. Then I see another cop car that is almost across the street from my house. There are two cops sitting in this car. So I go into my house a little paranoid. My husband doesn't know what is going on either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me take a few steps back for a second to pull everyone up to speed. A few days before there was a shooting at a conveinence store down the street. Let me tell you...the city that I live in does not have a high crime rate...to have a shooting in this old folk suburb is not common. So there was a shooting, I don't think that anyone was killed but it still happened and the people that were shooting got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be on the same page now. So after I have come home and changed my clothes I go outside to check the mail and my old neighbor came over because she was checking the mail. She said that at the other end of the street it was blocked off and that there were a ton of cops standing around and waiting for someone and that they had already tackeled some guy. - Ok so I am a little freaked out right now. Then I went to the store and sure enough there was a HUGE stand off going on.  After I went to the store my family and I went to have dinner at a friends house. When we returned that night it was like nothing even happened. No cops or guns nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find out that two houses down from MY HOUSE lived the people that shot up the 7-11 and apparently had been selling ever drug known to man out of the house and the stand off was to wait till they came home and then bust them. IS THAT NOT CRAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all that I have. Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112145024327943043?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112145024327943043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112145024327943043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112145024327943043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112145024327943043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/watcha-gonna-do-when-they-come-for-you.html' title='Watcha gonna do when they come for you?'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112126600844755812</id><published>2005-07-13T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:46:48.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather or Covers???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/pitt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Baby Brad Pitt. I bet he is still hot when he is throwing up and has a 102 fever. But who is taking care of him ? Is it Miss Jolie and her children ? Or is it the damsel in distress Jennifer Aniston, the one that was by his side for all those years to nurse him back to health. We will never know....unless &lt;a href="http://www.people.com"&gt;People Magazine &lt;/a&gt;is there. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there is not alot going on in my life. =) Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112126600844755812?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112126600844755812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112126600844755812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112126600844755812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112126600844755812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/under-weather-or-covers.html' title='Under the Weather or Covers???'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112119542224932257</id><published>2005-07-12T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:10:22.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ReUnited</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day that &lt;a href="http://mentortormentor.blogspot.com/"&gt;BestFriendAdam&lt;/a&gt; started his career. According to "The Company" that I work for the first day that you start the job is the day that you start your career. BestFriendAdam got a job were I work. I am so exicted for him. Hopefully we will enjoy his job as much as I do. We had lunch together and puffed on a few cigs. It was nice to see a familiar face from the outside come in. Its funny the same things that he was saying me about "The Company" were the same things that I was saying when I first started. Seems too good to be true. I just wanted to dedicate this entry to him and tell him Congrats and I look forward to seeing him everyday again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112119542224932257?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112119542224932257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112119542224932257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112119542224932257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112119542224932257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/reunited.html' title='ReUnited'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112110861079607986</id><published>2005-07-11T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:02:39.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something in the water!</title><content type='html'>It's like a never ending game. Being an adult now there is always something going on in someone that you knows life. For the past 4 years there is always someone that I know or that I am close to that is having a baby, or now, their second baby. It just blows me away. I have been married for six months and with my husband for almost 3 years and we aren't prepared to bring a new life in the world. Right now, I am just terrified that I wouldn't be a good mom, or that I wouldn't know what to do. Every mom that I know tells me that once you have a child that you immediately develop this "Maternal Instinct." I just hope that I get that instinct when I do have a child. Dont get me wrong...I want to have a baby someday, but what is the point of me having this blog if it is about documenting weight loss??? I would like to be married for a while and buy a home and be more stable than I am now. One of my good friends emailed me today to tell me that she is expecting her second child. I just can't believe it and I am very excited for her. It's just that...if I were in her shoes...I dont know if I could handle it.... Oh well...that's her life. I wish her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend went very well. We went to the concert on Friday and had a great time. We were really close to the stage so I could see Howie Day sweat. He looked at me a few times too. Made me have butterflies. Didn't go overboard with the food this weekend either and I think that I may have had only 2 cokes the whole weekend..so that is a plus. Gonna get back to work now. Ta Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112110861079607986?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112110861079607986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112110861079607986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112110861079607986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112110861079607986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-is-something-in-water.html' title='There is something in the water!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112083825560651960</id><published>2005-07-08T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:11:55.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>So here I am like every other American sitting in my cube at my corporate job. Am I working? No I am blogging. But thats ok...this will only take a second. I can't believe that I have already crossed everything off my TO DO List for the day. It's only 10:45!!! What am I to do until lunch? Which by the way I am starving. The diet has gone soso...not as good as it should be. However, I wore a shirt yesterday that I haven't been able to fit into since 2001. So that is progress. I haven't had fast food in a few weeks and I am laying off the cokes still.I know that I am not getting any bigger. Next week has 7 fresh days that I can  work even harder at this diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is friday. Every summer for the past 3 years I have been to a concert. Tonight we are continuing the tradition. My husband and our friends are going to a bar in Dallas and we are going to see the fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.howieday.com"&gt;Howie Day &lt;/a&gt; I can't wait. Howie is so good at what he does and he is hot!!!! I just hope that I can control myself and that I don't get too drunk I can't enjoy the show. So I hope that everyone has a HAPPY FRIDAY and a safe weekend. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112083825560651960?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112083825560651960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112083825560651960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112083825560651960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112083825560651960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-friday.html' title='HAPPY FRIDAY!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112065983956702253</id><published>2005-07-06T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:23:59.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF ORDER????</title><content type='html'>Doesn't it suck when you are craving for something in the morning like a pop tart, or a coke, or a bean burrito and you go to the vending machines at work and the machine that has your delicious bean burrito is OUT OF ORDER??? What is that about? Was it a sign to me that something in the air didn't want me to eat the bean burrito??? I don't get it. There is nothing that I can do since it is the only machine that carries those burritos in the building. They are so good and they are only a dollar. Let me just tell you that this just happened, that is why I am going on and on about it. IM HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did really good on the diet last week. I have noticed a difference in the way that my clothes fit, but I really don't notice a physical change yet. I didn't do to well with the diet over the weekend. There was alot of strawberry daqs involved and I know that they aren't healthy. Today will be good though I have my Healthy Choice soup can in my draw waiting for me to open up during my lunch time. Ummmm Veggie Beef! YUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112065983956702253?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112065983956702253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112065983956702253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112065983956702253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112065983956702253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/out-of-order.html' title='OUT OF ORDER????'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-112005697962919531</id><published>2005-06-29T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:56:19.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a really good day.</title><content type='html'>This morning when I woke up I didn't think that it was going to be a good day. I woke up about 10 minutes late. It quickly changed my outlook on the day when I was able to fit into a shirt that I have not been able to wear for a long time!! It fits...and it doesnt look uncomfortable...it looks how it is suppose to look! I don't know what I did, but it fits and I look cute today haha. Then I got to work 10 minutes earlier than normal and I went to the vending machine to get my pop tart and I got it for free. It gave me back the dollar that I put in the machine. What a day! I know that I am really excited about something really small, but it is really making me feel good today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night the baby was sick which made me sad. He is with his mom right now since she is staying home. We should have him back in a few days. Last night was my cheat night, I had a piece of pizza and 2 breadsticks, but I couldnt eat it all, really wasn't tasting that good. So I didn't try to finish it off. I felt so gross after I ate it. So whatever I am doing its working. Oh and I didnt work out, but I had good reasons. I can fit in to some smaller clothes!!! Woo Hoo! Have a good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-112005697962919531?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112005697962919531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=112005697962919531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112005697962919531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/112005697962919531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/having-really-good-day.html' title='Having a really good day.'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-111999539142402253</id><published>2005-06-28T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:49:51.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored and I am getting hungry!</title><content type='html'>So I am at work and I have reached a stopping point. I have asked my co workers if there is anything that they need help with and I have finished what they have given me. So now I am sitting in front of my monitor. I have read the news I have cleaned my desk. Now my stomach is talking and its hungry. Hungry for the bad things. Something sweet would be nice. Luckly I dont have hate food in my reach so I can't eat it, but I don't even want to think about it. I am going to work out tonight. I have to now since I have written it. =)I have about 30 more minutes then I can go home and not think about bad food because I wont be bored. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-111999539142402253?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111999539142402253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=111999539142402253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/111999539142402253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/111999539142402253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-bored-and-i-am-getting-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m bored and I am getting hungry!'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-111997038011932620</id><published>2005-06-28T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:53:00.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a little under the weather.</title><content type='html'>So I woke up Monday morning, the day of my new diet with a cough. A really bad cough like I am about to keel over and give up life. Well I still have it this morning. It's getting better though. So last night was good. I came home after work and the boys were there. We all watched tv for a little bit and I made dinner. I wanted to go for a run, but it wasn't a good idea since I have this cough. But I did watch what I ate yesterday. I went all day with out caffine, drank water all day which is not easy for me. So overall I think that I started the diet out good. I hope that I get better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-111997038011932620?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111997038011932620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=111997038011932620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/111997038011932620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/111997038011932620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-little-under-weather.html' title='Feeling a little under the weather.'/><author><name>kellykellykelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577076688581171154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8oC3_ghmk0o/R36p6vsjK6I/AAAAAAAAALE/4pOP1P6TTg8/S220/goofing+off+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13994688.post-111988371035379893</id><published>2005-06-27T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:48:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was inspired by obese before and after pictures..... WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/1600/WeddingPick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4321/1252/320/WeddingPick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I try to go out of town at least once a month to visit some good friends of ours. We usually hang out at their house, go eat some food and have a few drinks. While we were enjoying our selves, I was at the lap top googling Before and After pictures of people that had gone through extreme weight loss. These people set up their own journals, and created forums to document their journey to their weight loss successes or failures. I dont know why but I was taken back for a second. These people didn't have surgery, they just had their own will power and they used these forums, journals, blogs as a form of motivation which inspired me to try it out. Sounds ridiculous doesn't it? Well if it can work for them than maybe it can work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a small overview of myself. I recently married the love of my life 6 months ago. Since we have been together I have been comfortable and have let myself go just a bit. I think that I owe it to my husband and myself to be healthy and look the way that I want to look. Sounds easy right? Well, I have a serious issue with weight. I have always battled it. Since I was little I have always danced. I was always the little girl that was a little bit bigger than everyone else. They said that it was how I was built. I struggled with this my whole dancing career. When I was old enough I bought my first bottle of diet pills. THEY WORKED! But I fell into a depression and gained the 25 pounds that I had lost back. Everytime I want to get on a diet I want to go drop the cash to get a magic pill. This time I have to do it on my own so that I can feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be used to document my journey to weight loss.  I hope that utilizing the blog can help me lose the weight. Today I weigh 155 lbs. I would like to weigh 130 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT be the FAT wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13994688-111988371035379893?l=nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111988371035379893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13994688&amp;postID=111988371035379893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/111988371035379893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13994688/posts/default/111988371035379893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorekellybelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-inspired-by-obese-before-and.html' title='I was inspired by obese before and after pictures..... 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