<?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-25985879</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:20:12.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will be mainly about my children, family and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-2643990408955826866</id><published>2007-07-26T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:42:28.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...Braedyn...My great nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Braedyn on his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091637561285615186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RqkhYqV3HlI/AAAAAAAAABE/RfmtM-mFaCc/s320/braedyn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture was taken on Mother's Day.  What an angel! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091637831868554850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RqkhoaV3HmI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pj_QEuzsK8o/s320/5_5_07-38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Braedyn and his Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091638162581036658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/Rqkh7qV3HnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AI8PC7mHHn8/s320/5_5_07-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Braedyn at a sleepover at his Aunt Kelly's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091638626437504642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RqkiWqV3HoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OGpJd485Kbw/s320/7_26_07-089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Such a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091638957149986450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/Rqkip6V3HpI/AAAAAAAAABk/-ri46ckbw-Y/s320/7_26_07-108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-2643990408955826866?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2643990408955826866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=2643990408955826866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/2643990408955826866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/2643990408955826866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/introducingbraedynmy-great-nephew.html' title='Introducing...Braedyn...My great nephew'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RqkhYqV3HlI/AAAAAAAAABE/RfmtM-mFaCc/s72-c/braedyn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-4873464624884573898</id><published>2007-07-09T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:57:54.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates coming soon!</title><content type='html'>I swear!  Lots of new adventures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-4873464624884573898?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4873464624884573898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=4873464624884573898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/4873464624884573898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/4873464624884573898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates-coming-soon.html' title='Updates coming soon!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-6586690768014739943</id><published>2007-04-24T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:49:33.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI for you stupid men</title><content type='html'>Nine words women use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they areright and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five moreminutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something,and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothingusually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statementoften misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are anidiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguingwith you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a womancan make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hardbefore deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just sayyou're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F@!K YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaningthis is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, butis now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "What'swrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-6586690768014739943?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6586690768014739943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=6586690768014739943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/6586690768014739943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/6586690768014739943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/fyi-for-you-stupid-men.html' title='FYI for you stupid men'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-5464129383553553187</id><published>2007-04-17T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:57:15.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with her?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I found another celebrity who I can't stand. Angelina Jolie. Why would she say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARIS — Angelina Jolie's adopted kids tugged at her heart strings a little bit more than her biological daughter did -- at least when she was first born."I think I feel so much more for Madd and Zee because they're survivors, they came through so much," Jolie says in the new issue of U.K. Elle."Shiloh seemed so privileged from the moment she was born. I have less inclination to feel for her...I met my other kids when they were 6 months old, they came with a personality. A newborn really is this...Yes, a blob! But now she's starting to have a personality...I'm conscious that I have to make sure I don't ignore her needs, just because I think the others are more vulnerable."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I applaud her for adopting theses kids, I have to wonder how she could say that about her own child that she carried for 10 months. And the quote where she states that those kids are survivors...like they remember what they have been through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-5464129383553553187?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5464129383553553187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=5464129383553553187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/5464129383553553187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/5464129383553553187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-wrong-with-her.html' title='What is wrong with her?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-6994844540684696873</id><published>2007-04-07T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:39:36.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's first T-Ball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is so freakin' cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050726177707805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfIsuAKS2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gZ6MGAGZ3J8/s320/4_3_04-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfIauAKS1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4QrV9fTqhiw/s1600-h/4_3_04-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050725868470160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfIauAKS1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4QrV9fTqhiw/s320/4_3_04-72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfH9eAKS0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2oNPeYBSylU/s1600-h/4_3_04-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050725365958986562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfH9eAKS0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2oNPeYBSylU/s320/4_3_04-08.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/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfHouAKSzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c7DYS2zguns/s1600-h/4_3_04-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050725009476700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfHouAKSzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c7DYS2zguns/s320/4_3_04-14.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/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfHZOAKSyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ip0BtYJ3Fag/s1600-h/4_3_04-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050724743188728610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfHZOAKSyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ip0BtYJ3Fag/s320/4_3_04-07.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfHL-AKSxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mHa1XluJUWw/s1600-h/4_3_04-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050724515555461906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfHL-AKSxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mHa1XluJUWw/s320/4_3_04-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part about this day...Me, being me, was yelling out to her on the field on what to do.  I kept telling her that as soon as the ball was hit to go after the ball.  After I said that to her three times, she looked over at me and yelled back, "STOP TALKING TO ME!".  So, I did.&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/25985879-6994844540684696873?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6994844540684696873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=6994844540684696873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/6994844540684696873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/6994844540684696873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/reagans-first-t-ball-game.html' title='Reagan&apos;s first T-Ball game'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFstzQcTwRw/RhfIsuAKS2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gZ6MGAGZ3J8/s72-c/4_3_04-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-8794172169476401149</id><published>2007-04-01T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:25:02.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People who get on my last nerve!</title><content type='html'>My new thing is looking a celebrity mags. There are a few celebrities who I will skip over every time I see them. They have everything and they are a waste of oxygen. Here are mine...who are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Britney Spears - anyone doubt this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Slideshows/_production/ss_050412_spears/ss_070219_britney_mw01.widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the bad marriages, dropping the kids, kissing Madonna, seeing her crotch, shaving her head...just plain sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris Hilton - If I hear, "that's hot" one more time, I'm gonna scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bestweekever.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/paris_hilton_sings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am also tired of seeing her crotch, (why don't these girls wear underwear?) I don't think this girl can sing a lick and I don't really care who she is "doing" this week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Nicole Ritchie - Will this girl ever eat again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://t2.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1116990898641&amp;id=7a8acbb6b9fb906313d9c29e68f528aa" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it is stupid that this girl gets so much attention because she was adopted by a famous singer. She has no talent. I think I watched all of one episode of A Simple Life. It was stupid and Paris and Nicole were too mean. Useless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Mariah Carey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/ch_music/mariah_carey_music_v2_240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I liked her when she first came out. She is just too big of a Diva now and I could care less if I here of "MiMi" again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Michael Jackson - FREAK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.logoboy.co.uk/images/micheal%20jackson%20%20picture%20.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a perfect example of "What went wrong?"! He went from Thriller to this. He actually had the talent but not a brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chordsandtab.com/Whitney_Houston_Now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is proof that it does matter who you marry. It all went down hill after she married a career criminal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Last, but not least...TomKat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tomkatcrazy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/tomkat-suri-bball-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All the Scientology b.s. left a bad taste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*all pics were from the MSNBC.com site.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-8794172169476401149?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8794172169476401149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=8794172169476401149' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/8794172169476401149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/8794172169476401149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-who-get-on-my-last-nerve.html' title='People who get on my last nerve!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-8608812616862156936</id><published>2007-03-28T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:45:10.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Bauer~I love this man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/super/4a/ed/59533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="452" alt="" src="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/super/4a/ed/59533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Do you really think there are men out there like him?  He is so freakin' hot, I can't stand it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-8608812616862156936?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8608812616862156936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=8608812616862156936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/8608812616862156936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/8608812616862156936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/jack-baueri-love-this-man.html' title='Jack Bauer~I love this man!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-3834551041094615531</id><published>2007-03-17T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:44:37.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bbbaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkkkk!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I took a few months off because I was really getting frustrated with this site.  It was nearly impossible to upload pictures, and that is mainly what I do on this site.  So, I'm going to try again.  I know you all are so excited I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to skip the pictures this time and just update you on what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Drew just made the Middle School golf team.  He is the only 6th grader to make it.  I'm so proud.  He is also playing baseball, this will be his last year in little league.  THANK GOD!  I have a bad taste in my mouth from LL.  Some parents just kill me.   I also get sick of some coaches as well.  Little League has become very political too.  Have you parents noticed that each coach has their child playing quarterback, shortstop, guard even if they shouldn't.  Have you noticed that their child is selected to the all star teams, even if they don't deserve it?  My husband coached my son's basketball team several years ago.  Parents really liked him, thought he did a good job, and wanted him to coach all stars.  My son wasn't the best player, by far.  He was the type of kid who would get an offensive rebound under the basket and some kid would yell at him for the ball and my son would pass it to him...even if he had a better shot.  Anyway, the league came to him and asked if he would coach the all stars and said that my son could be on the team if he coached.  My son did not deserve to be on the team so my husband declined.  Not a lot of men would do that.  Now, Drew is a good baseball player.  He hits very well and only made one error in the field last season.  Yet he didn't make the all star team.  Instead, each coach's son made it and a first year player made it.  They didn't win a game.  Now, I'm not saying if my son made the team they would have won a game, but Karma...it's a bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my daughters first year playing t-ball.  I can just she her now.  Some kid is going to grab the ball before her and she will kick his/her butt.  That, or throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece had her baby on March 11.  A healthy boy weighing 7 lbs 4 oz.  So, I guess that makes me a great aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's about it for now.  I feel better now that I got the Little League rant out of my system!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-3834551041094615531?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3834551041094615531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=3834551041094615531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/3834551041094615531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/3834551041094615531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-bbbaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m bbbaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkkkk!!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-1162128114727091078</id><published>2006-11-21T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:29:20.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old style games</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just read the Film Geeks post about Thanksgiving and the games he used to play as a child. I started thinking that I just went Christmas shopping for the kids and I bought toys that mostly corresponded with the television. This made me think of the toys my sister and I played when we were kids. There are so many more games I came across that I loved as a child and amazingly they didn't involve a tv!&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B00000IVZJ.01._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_V40273533_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vintagegamestore.com/shop/images/04300549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.unclesgames.com/images/products/big/032244047046_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/03/22/44/04/0003224404545_500X500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/creativetoy_1924_95702292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://trus.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pTRU1-2788735reg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://trus.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pTRU1-2788806reg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://trus.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pTRU1-2788743reg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://trus.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pTRU1-2788818t130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://trus.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pTRU1-2788717t130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/25985879-1162128114727091078?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1162128114727091078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=1162128114727091078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/1162128114727091078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/1162128114727091078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/old-style-games.html' title='Old style games'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-2288713556394281954</id><published>2006-11-15T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:40:10.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damon and I recently went to San Francisco.  We had a great time.  Too much to see in just a few days.  I would recommend anyone to go see this city.  I took over 250 pictures but I figured that would have been too many to post.  Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/San%20Francisco-262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/San%20Francisco-262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of San Francisco from the dinner cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/San%20Francisco-056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/San%20Francisco-056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fog?  In San Francisco?  Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/San%20Francisco-245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/San%20Francisco-245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest and his box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/San%20Francisco-243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/San%20Francisco-243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea lions were hilarious.  This was the best part of Pier 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/San%20Francisco-174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/San%20Francisco-174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alcatraz, my favorite part of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/San%20Francisco-023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/San%20Francisco-023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical shot of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second Winery we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Charleston crew at a winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoo Hoo, I'm buying some wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20San%20Francisco-107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markham winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/1600/Copy%20(2)%20of%20San%20Francisco-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/855/3172/320/Copy%20%282%29%20of%20San%20Francisco-006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Top of the Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-2288713556394281954?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2288713556394281954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=2288713556394281954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/2288713556394281954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/2288713556394281954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/san-francisco.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-116234665231369994</id><published>2006-10-31T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From one year to the next...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've tried to update this on several occasions but this site wouldn't cooperate with me!  Sorry!  Anyway, here are pictures of Reagan from last years Halloween and this year.  How does this happen?  She went from a sweet little mermaid to Brittany Spears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1031Image0123.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1031Image0123.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1031Image0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1031Image0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Halloween%202006-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Halloween%202006-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-116234665231369994?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116234665231369994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=116234665231369994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/116234665231369994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/116234665231369994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-one-year-to-next.html' title='From one year to the next...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-116049267268608000</id><published>2006-10-10T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 5!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan's Barbie princess cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is sooo cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-169.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Cara attempting to unpackage the toys. Why do the toy companies make it sooo difficult to get the toys out of their boxes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-154.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan talking on the phone while playing with her favorite toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-150.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rockin' Reagan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-045.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Reagan really hates posing for the camera. Can you tell? : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan and Judi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Reagan%20bday%20and%20Drew%20game-003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cara cookin' in the kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-116049267268608000?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116049267268608000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=116049267268608000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/116049267268608000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/116049267268608000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-baby-is-5.html' title='My baby is 5!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115983194851352815</id><published>2006-10-02T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend fun</title><content type='html'>Well, Drew had a football game at Laidley Field in Charleston. It was especially exciting for Drew because he got to play on astro-turf. Sunday's game was very exciting, a come from behind, double overtime victory! His team is now 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew is #99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_1001Image0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_1001Image0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have to say, not one player Drew blocked got the tackle! He's a blocking machine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also played ping pong. The kids really like playing, especially Drew. He's learning, has the strategy but needs to work on keeping the ball on the table. Reagan just smacks the crap out of the ball so you really need to watch her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_1001Image0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_1001Image0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_1001Image0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_1001Image0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115983194851352815?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115983194851352815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115983194851352815' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115983194851352815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115983194851352815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend fun'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115885103730337386</id><published>2006-09-21T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, she did it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0917Image0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0917Image0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0917Image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, it wasn't an oops. She did it on purpose. This is the second time she has cut her hair. This time she did it so everyone could see. She still hasn't done it as bad as I did when I was her age but I'm not giving her any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan cut her hair at the babysitters. She and her friend both did it. Her friend was smart enough to just cut a small piece from the side of her head, but not Reagan. The duo also cut the mane off of a pony owned by the babysitters daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115885103730337386?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115885103730337386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115885103730337386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115885103730337386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115885103730337386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops-she-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, she did it again!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115800366821771485</id><published>2006-09-11T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshall vs. Hofstra</title><content type='html'>Well, this was a much more enjoyable game for a couple of reasons. First, I was able to be around all my friends and have a good time. Second, we won (although I wasn't too sure we would after the first few minutes of the game). Here are some pictures of the tailgate and the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls day at the tailgate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jana, Becky, ME, Cara, Pam, Judi and Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See our tattoos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katie doing some sort of bong contraption. She wasn't able to do it but she gave it a shot at least&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Best picture from inside the stadium!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Best picture from outside the stadium!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stupid wvu fan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I would like to give Cara credit for taking this picture of my new buds, McG, Basil and Jamie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0909Image0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took a million pictures at Hanks later in the night, many of which were of Becky's brother.  I'm not sure why...I will post some of those later.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115800366821771485?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115800366821771485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115800366821771485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115800366821771485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115800366821771485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/marshall-vs-hofstra.html' title='Marshall vs. Hofstra'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115757944639972177</id><published>2006-09-06T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY wvu TAILGATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose not to go to the wvu/MU game this year. We had tickets offered to us but decided not to go due to the obnoxious wvu fans. We had a good time anyway. Lots of food and drinks to go around. I really should have eaten more! After the game, Marty, Katie, Damon and myself went out to the garage for a little ping pong. I won a few games, but Damon was the ping pong master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the few pics I took of Damon. Not sure what he is so happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self portrait of me and Katie, early in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jim and Pam watching the game with a lot of enthusiasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Marty drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage. I don't know what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katie. She and her boyfriend Marty moved her recently from Columbus, can you tell? But, they are troopers. They have already bought MU season tickets and will be tailgaiting with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Bradley, Jim and Pam's son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0902Image0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115757944639972177?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115757944639972177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115757944639972177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115757944639972177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115757944639972177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-wvu-tailgate.html' title='MY wvu TAILGATE'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115687847140778686</id><published>2006-08-29T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Season is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, here are the pictures of Drew's arms from football practice. I am always scared that the school system will question us about the bruises, like what happended to a friend of mine a couple years ago. Anyway, they looked much worse in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0827Image0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0827Image0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew is playing at Hurricane this year. We have me a lot of new and friendly people. We are all enjoying a change, plus it has been good for Drew. He had to earn a spot on the starting line up (which he did) and will be better prepared for middle school next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0827Image0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0827Image0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay Drew! Rub his face in the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0827Image0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This picture looks like Drew is getting the tackle...he didn't. Drew is all lineman and doesn't have that killer instinct... yet. But I thought it was a good picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0827Image0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115687847140778686?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115687847140778686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115687847140778686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115687847140778686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115687847140778686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/08/football-season-is-back.html' title='Football Season is back!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115616854308245083</id><published>2006-08-21T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another freakin' virus!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to take my computer in to get fixed again!  Evidentally, I have another virus.  My computer will not start up.  It will just keep shutting down and restarting.  What kind of person makes these viruses?  Why would this person do it?  Is their life that lame?  I figure it came from the game my son plays online.  He spends hours playing a game called Runescape...so beware!   Aghhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115616854308245083?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115616854308245083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115616854308245083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115616854308245083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115616854308245083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-freakin-virus.html' title='Another freakin&apos; virus!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115573708065204455</id><published>2006-08-16T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Nothing has really happened since we returned from the beach. Drew started football practice. This year he decided to play in Hurricane instead of Milton, for many reasons but it has been a great experience for him. It will prepare him for middle school football next year in the sense that he has had to earn a starting position at Hurricane as he will in middle school. Which brings me to the fact that Drew starts MIDDLE SCHOOL at the end of the month. Does this mean I'm getting old? I'm not sure how much longer I will be able to pull off the 29 age, unless I say I was a slut and had him at the age of 14. Yeah, that's what I'll do! Anyway, back to the subject...Drew practices 4 times a week for anywhere between 2 1/2 - 3 hours a day. His arms are covered in bruises. I asked if he gave any bruises out or only accepted them. I'll take a picture and post it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is the same. Although she is going through some new phase. It's called "hateful" and she is good at it! She has also inherited my competitiveness. Our family started playing slugbug at the request of Drew. At first Reagan really didn't understand what to look for. She would just yell out "funny car" at just about every car she saw. Now she knows a slugbug but wants them all for herself. I beat her to one on the way home a couple of days ago and she threw one huge tantrum. She was screaming it was her slugbug, it was her turn, Mom cheated, etc. So, I tried to explain the rules AGAIN. I told her you didn't take turns in slugbug, it was whoever saw it first. That didn't work so I just gave in. So, yesterday we are driving down the road and we come across a slugbug that is always in the parking lot at Milton (the person works at the store).  I allowed her to yell out slugbug so she would be happy.  After yelling it out, she starts to gloat.  "haha, I won, sucka!"  I don't know where she got that from!   Another thing Reagan has started making into a game is everytime she sees a police car she will yell out "Po Po".  That came from Cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have.  Between life at the football field and work (which I can't talk about) I've got nothing else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115573708065204455?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115573708065204455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115573708065204455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115573708065204455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115573708065204455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115505211139978496</id><published>2006-08-08T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone else having problems?</title><content type='html'>Everytime I go to my blog it comes up with a white page.  What is going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115505211139978496?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115505211139978496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115505211139978496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115505211139978496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115505211139978496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/08/anyone-else-having-problems.html' title='anyone else having problems?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115447351948980279</id><published>2006-08-01T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>I've tried to update my blog on several occasions but the pictures just would load.  Today, the blog Gods were with me!  YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Myrtle Beach this year and had a great time.  I think I could live there!  We stayed at a customer's house in a residential neighborhood so we could still do the tourist thing but didn't have to deal with the tourists!  The best thing about the house, other than being very nice, was it was FREE!  Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture of Reagan is probably my favorite from the beach.  I bought the kids ice cream and could barely get it back to the beach before it melted.  Reagan didn't find it amusing that I took this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all you crack heads...this picture is for you.  The kids had a great time in the pool, especially with dad throwing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0088.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0088.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan taking a break from the pool for a sandwich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew's friend he invited to go to the beach with us backed out on Wednesday night...we left on Friday.  The little turd didn't give us anytime to find someone else to go but luckily Drew found a friend to hang with.  He was from Seattle.  He's the extremely white kid in the back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan and Drew would have been happy to stay at the beach 24/7.  They had a lot of fun and there was actually no whining while at the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan also liked the hot tub that was in the back yard of the house we stayed at.  She couldn't get enough swimming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew was pooped.  Funny how kids don't care if they have sand all over them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0007.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is home girl Reagan.  The braid was supposed to be out the whole in her hat but when she turned ghetto it moved to the side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is one of only two pictures I'm in from the beach and both are selfportraits.  Do you think it would have killed someone to take the camera and take a picture of ME?!  Obviously, yes, it would have.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0009.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0009.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a pic of some chick on the beach.  Damon or Clay took it so I retaliated...see Joe below!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe is on the right in red trunks.  I think I have at LEAST 6 pics of this guy.  Oh, to be 18 again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0727Image0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0727Image0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115447351948980279?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115447351948980279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115447351948980279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115447351948980279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115447351948980279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/08/vacation.html' title='VACATION'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115341893415451287</id><published>2006-07-20T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's newest interest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew loves wrestling now. He reminds me of how I used to act when it came on Saturday mornings. My sister and I never missed it. But man, how it has changed! When we first started watching wrestling, it was called Georgia Championship Wrestling. Now it is Raw, Smackdown, or something silly like that. I can remember working at ASC and my former boss and the secretary would talk about it for hours. I used to think they were silly but then again, I did go see some matches in person, so who really was silly? Ok, yes, it was them but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/images/Headers/2687784" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, who are these guys? Johnny Nitro? Stupid name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/touts/feature/29062/2973432" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, this guy, not so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/images/Headers/2919722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's stars just don't seem to have the same appeal. I can remember hating the Four Horsemen. Especially Lex Lugar and Ric Flair (Woooo)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/f/fourhorsemen/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice fake blood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ricflair.com/images/ricbloody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad thing is...this fool is STILL wrestling! Dude, hang it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved the Rock and Roll Express. Ricky Morton was awesome! Funny, back in the early 90's I was at Robby's and Ricky was in there after a match at the Huntington Civic Center. I asked for his autograph and he gave me his room number. I still have it and will pull it out for a laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/r/rnrexpress/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this guy, he just doesn't impress me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwe.com/superstars/raw/johncena/photos/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty Too Hotty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/touts/feature/29062/2026112"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/touts/feature/29062/2026112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of MY favorites! I didn't like the Freebirds...they were the "bad guys".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Freebirds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/f/freebirds/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can remember thinking this guy was HOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wildfire Tommy Rich&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/t/tommyrich/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You gotta love the American Dream!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dusty Rhodes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/d/dustyrhodes/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/r/roadwarriors/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really liked Sting, until he went to "The Crow"/gothic look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/s/sting/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115341893415451287?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115341893415451287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115341893415451287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115341893415451287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115341893415451287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/07/drews-newest-interest.html' title='Drew&apos;s newest interest!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115323442511771984</id><published>2006-07-18T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a swimmin' family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks like that is all we do! But this time seemed to be a little more fun. Maybe because Momma had some eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0716Image0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all you guys who come here, I didn't leave you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0716Image0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's another hottie for the younger crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0716Image0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan...she hates the camera! Can ya tell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0716Image0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan is my daredevil. Not a lot she won't try!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0716Image0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least she has good taste in men..."catch me Dustin"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0716Image0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115323442511771984?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115323442511771984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115323442511771984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115323442511771984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115323442511771984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-swimmin-family.html' title='We are a swimmin&apos; family!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115273128974394627</id><published>2006-07-12T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:37.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GANG'S ALL HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All of Damon's dads side of the grandchildren were in town.  This is not an easy thing to accomplish.  The two oldest grandchildren, Lane and Emily, live in Southern California.  Taylor, the youngest of Clay's kids, lives with him in the D.C. area.  Of course, mine are about 45 minutes away.  We had a good time, grilling out and swimming.  Lane had to return to California already to go back to work.  He is now 18.  Geez, I can remember when Damon and I first started dating Lane always said I was his wife.  He was in our wedding just before he turned 4.  How old do I feel!!!  Em is still here, until the end of next week.  Every year Lane and Emily get to choose a vacation somewhere in the continental US.  THis was Lanes year, who chose NYC for the 3rd time.  Em isn't much of a traveler.  Last year she actually chose WV.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor, Emily, Dewey, Lane, Drew and Reagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWIMMING AND GRANDMA'S AND GRANDPA'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor jumping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew...at least he isn't making a silly face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan has started going under water and makes you watch every time she does!  She still comes out of the water with the face of shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily and Dewey...this dog's tongue cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115273128974394627?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115273128974394627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115273128974394627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115273128974394627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115273128974394627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/07/gangs-all-here.html' title='THE GANG&apos;S ALL HERE!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115246121029027795</id><published>2006-07-09T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARA</title><content type='html'>Yes, Cara turned 34 on Friday.  And of course, I was there taking pictures.  Damon and I went out to dinner in Charleston to celebrate our 14 years of marriage then I dropped him off at home to celebrate with Cara.  That, of course, was his idea.  He doesn't like hanging out at Hanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cara really liked her balloons!  Unfortunately, they didn't make it home.  Mary decided to bust them to inhale the helium, which didn't work on her manly voice!  The only one that survived was the big silver one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where are the rest of Cara's "friends" on her birthday?  By the way, who ever won the bet on Stacy's reason for not showing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the newest members to the Hanks Crew.  Cara introduced them as the "gay guys".  They were really fun to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Make a funny face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cara imitating Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0708Image0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scotty and Cara...before the infamous tooth incident!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0708Image0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cara playing darts...I don't think licking the tip before throwing it makes you any better!  Jana had to go home early because she had to work the next morning...maybe she should have gone home earlier!  haha, I love ya Jana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115246121029027795?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115246121029027795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115246121029027795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115246121029027795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115246121029027795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-cara.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARA'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115170093759149549</id><published>2006-06-30T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Candy</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken on Father's Day at my Dad's house.  Reagan begged for this candy but I don't think she expected what she tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0084.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/25985879-115170093759149549?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115170093759149549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115170093759149549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115170093759149549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115170093759149549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/sour-candy.html' title='Sour Candy'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115126981637774384</id><published>2006-06-25T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And, the winner is...</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I posted an entry of my "new and improved" fourth bedroom to be used my any overnight guests. How sad is it that it took 2 months for an overnight guest? Anyway, last night, I finally had one! Cara is the winner! She is the first to sleep in the room! Yeah! Now, you ask, what does she win? Well, now that bedroom will now be named, "Cara's room". I know she will be honored. My last guest bedroom in our old house was named "Becky's room". Since Becky has not visited as much lately...she lost it! The rules of Cara's room are: 1. Anyone who stays the night from here on out have to ask Cara's permission to sleep in her room. If she says no, it is sofa city. 2. Cara always has first dibs on the room. 3. Cara no longer has to make reservations at Hotel Williamson. 4. Cara's stay at Hotel Williamson is free for life. Disclaimer: Free for life or as long as we stay at this house. Congratulations CARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0625Image0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, along with staying in the room, guest also get the best wake up call!  REAGAN!  Just ask Cara...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115126981637774384?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115126981637774384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115126981637774384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115126981637774384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115126981637774384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-winner-is.html' title='And, the winner is...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115102556726107530</id><published>2006-06-22T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Princess</title><content type='html'>On Father's day my mother started complaining that Reagan's bangs were too long. After she went on about them for 5 minutes I told her to take Reagan on the deck and cut the stupid bangs! (Love you mom!) Anyway, after my mom had finished, she looked at Reagan and told her how beautiful she was. Reagan's response was..."Are you jealous?" After looking at this picture, you have to be jealous that she is my daughter and not yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0622Image0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes...that is pizza on her face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115102556726107530?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115102556726107530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115102556726107530' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115102556726107530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115102556726107530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/mommys-princess.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Princess'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115093464985872887</id><published>2006-06-21T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Saturday, we spent the day at Damon's friends in the pool.  Drew had a few boys to play with while Reagan entertained the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was trying to sweep water back into the pool.  This shot cracked me up.  I have about 4 of the same picture...just couldn't quit taking pictures of this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0620Image0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan has just started putting her head under the water.  She really hates water in her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After this jump, no water was left in the pool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WV DAY AT CARA'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew struggling to get on the float.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan and her posse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew trying to hide from he so he could squirt me with a squirt gun...not too good at sneaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0620Image0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This action shot reminds me of Baywatch...running on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115093464985872887?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115093464985872887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115093464985872887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115093464985872887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115093464985872887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115047871784044246</id><published>2006-06-16T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1111Image0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1111Image0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1111Image0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1111Image0166.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to San Antonio. Damon played golf the entire time we were there and I saw the Alamo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1117Image0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Reagan got lice from her day care. She didn't seem too upset to have mayonaise all over her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1208Image0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1208Image0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1208Image0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1208Image0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1227Image0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan has a problem with slobbering!                 Can you tell she picked this outfit by herself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas card pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1227Image0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1227Image0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1227Image0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1227Image0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1227Image0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1227Image0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've posted some of these before but I still crack up everytime I see them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0106Image0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0106Image0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0211Image0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0211Image0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My New Years Eve... Cara's New Years Eve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0119Image0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0119Image0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0119Image0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0119Image0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damon and Andy at the Stonewall?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;This pictures speaks for itself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0119Image0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0119Image0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0119Image0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0119Image0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cara and Reagan lookin' good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0321Image0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rory, 2 of his kids, Cara, Drew and Reagan...breakfast at Shoneys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;More to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0119Image0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115047871784044246?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115047871784044246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115047871784044246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115047871784044246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115047871784044246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-pictures-part-ii.html' title='Random Pictures part II'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-115017006312012529</id><published>2006-06-12T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My week...boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0606Image0038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0606Image0038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week I went to Canaan Valley&lt;br /&gt;for a Mental Hygiene Conference. There is absolutely nothing to do there except swim in the indoor pool while dodging the yard apes! The last night we were there I went over to the main lodge to eat dinner when I discovered a sign they had just put up stating that the cable and internet would be down starting at 11 p.m. If you've ever been to Canaan, you know that everything shuts down at 10 p.m. Therefore, if you take away my cable you've taken away my entertainment. Anyone who knows me knows that I immediately pitched a fit! Yeah, yeah, I know...Reagan gets it from me. Anyway, the cable didn't go off and I was able to see the Miami game...even though they lost. But regardless, this deer, eating grass outside my door, was the excitement of my week. Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nothing happened last week I decided to post some of my favorite pics...some never before seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_0711Image0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_0711Image0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday kiss for Cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_0723Image0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_0723Image0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_0724Image0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_0724Image0217.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;Reagan and Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_0820Image0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_0820Image0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan and Drew. What you don't know is that is MY side of the bed and they literally pushed ME out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1030Image0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1030Image0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew's birthday party. This was a hard day for me. Drew had just gotten into trouble for leaving his new baseball bat we paid $150 for at the ballfield. So, Drew was not allowed to get presents for his birthday, only money, and had to pay for a new bat. Yes, we are mean parents, but our kids will learn responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1031Image0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1031Image0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1031Image0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1031Image0120.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin carving at its best! Drew was really grossed out and had a hard time pulling the seed and crap out of the pumpkin. Fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least (up until October), Drew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1031Image0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to go trick or treating so I told him he could dress up and scare the other kids. He was very excited. He came outside with our biggest knife...which I quickly instructed him to go back inside and find something else...so he came out with a big serving spoon. At least the cops wouldn't be called!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-115017006312012529?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115017006312012529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=115017006312012529' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115017006312012529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/115017006312012529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-weekboring.html' title='My week...boring!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114948405169106030</id><published>2006-06-04T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0603Image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0603Image0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Damon on our roof.  He was about to clean out our gutters before he realized the roof was hot!  He soon got off the roof and cleaned the gutters from the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0603Image0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew's graduation night!  He received the award for being most studious in his class.   A few years ago he hated being known for being smart but it doesn't bother him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0603Image0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Reagan at the Point Pleasant ball field.  I just thought it was a cute picture of her.  This is just before she got in trouble! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0603Image0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a picture of Reagan and her friend Lae Lae.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114948405169106030?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114948405169106030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114948405169106030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114948405169106030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114948405169106030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114900937423783887</id><published>2006-05-30T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Ah, Memorial Day. A good reason to have a cook out and invite friends over. Cara, Jana, Ferg and Drew's friend came over for a great steak dinner. Becky and Chris were invited but decided to go to her parents house instead. I think my house was the place to be! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0529Image0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0529Image0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and his friend Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0529Image0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cara getting a strawberry kiss from Reagan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0529Image0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ferg showing his fatherly skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0529Image0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cara, me and Jana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0529Image0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jana had just left due to her 9 p.m. curfew but the rest of us watched the Heat win game 4!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0529Image0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally, the infamous end of night self portrait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114900937423783887?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114900937423783887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114900937423783887' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114900937423783887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114900937423783887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114873887162653468</id><published>2006-05-27T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures from Reagan's graduation from day care/ preschool.  She is in the 5 year old classroom but since her birthday is in October she cannot go to Kindergarten.  She was not happy about having to stay behind and all her friends are leaving.  The kids performed 3 songs before receiving their diplomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0526Image0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0526Image0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0526Image0011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0526Image0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girl.  Always looking for the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0526Image0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After throwing a fit, she found a cap and gown!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0526Image0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Reagan's best friend.  This is the same girl that Reagan fought last week.  They were actually on the ground throwing punches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114873887162653468?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114873887162653468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114873887162653468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114873887162653468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114873887162653468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/reagans-graduation.html' title='Reagan&apos;s graduation'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114833822204579169</id><published>2006-05-22T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating lately.  I have a virus on my computer and I'm unable to download pics on here.  Don't worry, my computer is in good hands and will be fixed in a few days!  I will update you all on Reagan's adventures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114833822204579169?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114833822204579169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114833822204579169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114833822204579169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114833822204579169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/virus.html' title='Virus!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114765460713798086</id><published>2006-05-14T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As requested by Cara...</title><content type='html'>Drew is notorious for writing the funniest things! Last year Drew wrote a letter to me telling me I had potential for the girl race/white race. This year was just as funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-oney lover&lt;br /&gt;O-ffering love&lt;br /&gt;T-easer&lt;br /&gt;H-elping me in baseball&lt;br /&gt;E-ngulfed in love&lt;br /&gt;R-ank:Dictator - in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me a mothers day card with a poem in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;You love softball&lt;br /&gt;And you should play again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a rhymer but a lot of entertainment! He is so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114765460713798086?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114765460713798086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114765460713798086' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114765460713798086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114765460713798086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-requested-by-cara.html' title='As requested by Cara...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114765401245280978</id><published>2006-05-14T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:36.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My  Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a great mothers day! All my family came to our house, my grandmother, my mom and step dad, my dad and step mom, my sister and niece and nephew. Not to mention, I was able to spend the whole day with my kids and husband. I couldn't have asked for a better day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mom and Judi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom and Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anita and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand ma and me...self portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids in the sandbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan and her boyfriend Shawn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0514Image0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan and Shawn...I think Reagan thinks that Shawn is HER boyfriend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114765401245280978?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114765401245280978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114765401245280978' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114765401245280978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114765401245280978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My  Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114740878550692270</id><published>2006-05-11T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone who knows Reagan...</title><content type='html'>knows you cannot take your eyes off of her...for a second! Wednesday night Reagan and I were home, quiet evening, enjoying ourselves. She asked if she could play in her sandbox, it was nice outside, so I said, "sure, but do not leave this area".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0506Image0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in our sunroom where I could look out the window to see her and I could hear her playing. Just let me say, I made a bad decision! After a few minutes I realized I didn't hear her so I looked out the window, then I heard the doorbell. At that moment, I knew something wasn't right. Just before I allowed her to play outside I had put a little treat for the ants that had invaded my house. I thought Reagan had outgrown the stage of putting things in her mouth...I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0511Image0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew at that moment when the doorbell rang that Reagan had gotten into the ant poison. I asked her several times, assuring her she was not in trouble, but I needed to know if she put it in her mouth. Of course, she said no. She first said that she poured it out, but when asked where she pointed to several locations. I finally was so scared that I started crying when she gave up the truth telling me she was thirsty! I then grabbed her up and ran for the car. At this point Reagan was terrified. She was screaming crying. Damon and Drew were at the gym so I first went there to grab them...but forgot my cell phone. So did Damon. The cell phones would have come in handy while speeding down the interstate. Damon kept telling me to slow down..of course I didn't listen. Let me tell you, I would make a great race car driver or police officer in a high speed chase! You wouldn't believe the stupid people on the interstate who get in front of you when you have your flashers on speeding like a crazy person!!!!! Of course, those idiots got honked at...lights flashed at...and a special finger too! Don't they know to NOT mess with a scared mother? Anyway, we arrived at the hospital, only to have to wait. I figured that a child that swallowed poison would go back immediately. I was wrong. Some stupid kid with an ankle injury went back before Reagan. Luckily, the poison Reagan drank was very mild and the amount she took did not affect her. All the hospital/doctor did was call poison control, look in her mouth, push on her stomach and release her. Damon and I are taking bets on how much they will charge us...any guesses?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reagan is an adventure and one I want to keep for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114740878550692270?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114740878550692270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114740878550692270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114740878550692270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114740878550692270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/anyone-who-knows-reagan.html' title='Anyone who knows Reagan...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114720188591185609</id><published>2006-05-09T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jana, you asked for it...here it is!</title><content type='html'>To explain, Jana stated on her blog that she though I forgot that I had a son because I post a lot of pictures of my daughter. I explained that I &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; post more of Drew except he either makes these horrible faces when I attempt to take his picture or doesn't smile at all. (He gets this from his dad.) Anyway, here are some examples of why I don't post more pictures of my son...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1030Image0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Would it hurt him to smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1030Image0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is that all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_0724Image0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mmm...mmm... good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0506Image0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Homeboy Drew &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0327Image0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best shot of Drew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now you know why I don't put a lot of pics of him...hey, I'll show this to Drew and it may help him to decide to stop making these stupid faces!  If it works, I'll try it with Damon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114720188591185609?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114720188591185609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114720188591185609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114720188591185609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114720188591185609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/jana-you-asked-for-ithere-it-is.html' title='Jana, you asked for it...here it is!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114685981856707116</id><published>2006-05-05T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's baseball stud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0409Image0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0409Image0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0503Image0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0503Image0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His team isn't doing well but he is!  You go Drew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114685981856707116?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114685981856707116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114685981856707116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114685981856707116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114685981856707116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/mommas-baseball-stud.html' title='Momma&apos;s baseball stud!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114670258754947268</id><published>2006-05-03T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan says, "Thank you, Cara"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0503Image0049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0503Image0049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for my new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0503Image0047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0503Image0047.0.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;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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0503Image0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ta-Dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114670258754947268?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114670258754947268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114670258754947268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114670258754947268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114670258754947268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/reagan-says-thank-you-cara.html' title='Reagan says, &quot;Thank you, Cara&quot;'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114632960092776638</id><published>2006-04-29T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's it gonna be?</title><content type='html'>Who will be the first to travel ALL the way to Culloden to stay in the new and improved guest bedroom? I know it is a long haul but someone has to be first!   And yes, it will be decorated by the time someone stays here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0429Image0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0429Image0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114632960092776638?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114632960092776638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114632960092776638' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114632960092776638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114632960092776638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/whos-it-gonna-be.html' title='Who&apos;s it gonna be?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114628040437611740</id><published>2006-04-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party in Culloden</title><content type='html'>I need to get my daughter into some dance classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0428Image0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0428Image0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0428Image0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0428Image0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not sure what she is doing but she was doing it to the Black Eyed Peas.  At least she has good taste in music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114628040437611740?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114628040437611740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114628040437611740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114628040437611740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114628040437611740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/dance-party-in-culloden.html' title='Dance Party in Culloden'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114625639474272172</id><published>2006-04-28T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Alright, Cara brought this subject up on her blog so I thought I would go into more detail.  Cara and I used to share an office while working at ASC.  Our old boss, Marc, wasn't crazy about this idea but after a lot of whining and promises, we got our way.  And yes, we were his favorites!  On my last day at good ol' ASC, Cara came up with a list of sorts that she read at my party.  They still crack me up and will show others how much fun we really  had together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Running in the office is NOT allowed.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Throwing snowballs in the office IS allowed on certain occasions. &lt;br /&gt;3. If you are going to have a baby shower, don't do it on a day that our country is being attacked by terrorists.  It doesn't make for a very good atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you become stressed out at work, driving around listening to John Denver's "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" with your windows down and singing as loud as you can will definitely calm you down.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Making funny signs on the computer and hanging them in the office is not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;6.  If you lick food items, it will prevent others from eating your food.&lt;br /&gt;7.  If you leave your car unlocked in the parking lot, expect you seat to be reclined, your windshield wipers turned on, you air at full blast, and things in general in disarray.  Or it could be moved completely just so she can watch you look for it.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Whoever gets the most Christmas cards is the "winner".&lt;br /&gt;9.  If she has hidden something in your office that crows like a rooster every day at 1:00, she will never tell you where it is.  You must find it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;10. During winter months, the weather in Milton (at least where Kelly lives) is drastically different than it is in Huntington.&lt;br /&gt;11. It IS possilbe for someone to know every song written during the '80's.&lt;br /&gt;12. If you leave your cell phone unattended, when you return, the banner will say "I love Kelly" or "Kelly is great".&lt;br /&gt;13. If you leave a camera unattended, expect a self-portrait of Kelly to be included when you get your pictures developed.&lt;br /&gt;14. Chomping on ice is very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you go out of town with Kelly you are sure to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;16. According to Kelly, the on-call pager conveniently does not get service at her house.&lt;br /&gt;17. If Kelly is driving... a minivan will beat a mustang out of a stop light any day.&lt;br /&gt;18. It IS possible to work with someone every day, share an office, talk to them every night on the phone, sometimes twice a day on weekends...and still not get tired of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114625639474272172?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114625639474272172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114625639474272172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114625639474272172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114625639474272172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114590007863344458</id><published>2006-04-24T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Green and White game...Go HERD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the green and white game. There was a lot of excitement with this game due to the movie (We are...Marshall) filming and the 1996 national championship team being present. They started this new tradition last year. All the players start walking from the Cam Henderson Center to the field. On Saturday they did a mini version of this where they walked around the west parking lot. The parking lot was FULL so it was hard to get good pictures, not to mention this stupid guy kept putting his head in my shots! Anyway, Matthew McConnaghey actually walked with this years team and the '96 team. I was so busy looking for Chad Pennington and Randy Moss I didn't even see Matthew. Damon pointed Matthew out to me...after he had already passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0422Image0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matthew is the guy in the middle...like the back of his head? (I did get some good pics of him on the field) It is probably a good thing that I didn't see Matthew walk within inches of me...I'd probably been arrested!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we are on the subject, I didn't even get good pictures of Chad and Randy as they walked by either. I did get a picture of Randy's posse, just not him! Like Matthew, I did get good pics of Randy and Chad while they were on the field.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/coach%20matthew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coach Matthew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0422Image0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 Championship team!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A football game was played but the other stuff was much more exciting! I'm looking forward to our first game against WVU. Hopefully it will be a good game!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few pics of Reagan. She is now obsessed with gardening. The Easter bunny brought her some Strawberry shortcake gardening tools so he is digging and watering everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0422Image0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other morning Reagan actually got dressed without a big fuss and was in her room watching cartoons. I, of course, was running late. As I walked by her bedroom this is what I saw, which freaked me out for a second. I first thought...Oh dear Lord, she is multiplying!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0422Image0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114590007863344458?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114590007863344458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114590007863344458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114590007863344458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114590007863344458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/green-and-white-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114541438009374393</id><published>2006-04-18T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter weekend in Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the easter weekend we visited Damon's brother, wife and daughter. They live on Fort Bellvoire near Washington, D.C. We had a great time. On Saturday we played beach volleyball. For those who have never visited an army base, they really are cool. They are miniature cities. Everything you could want is on the base. Anyway, back to beach volleyball...I'm still paying for it! I never exercise! I hurt everywhere from my feet to my neck on Sunday and even worse on Monday! But it was fun. We played men against women with a couple of Clay and Chrystal's friends. The women won the first two games and it went down afterwards! Well, actually, we let them win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0416Image0014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chrystal, seated; Clay standing next to Chrystal, Jesse the dog, Reagan, Sean and Renee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prior to playing volleyball on Saturday we attended a breakfast buffet and Easter egg hunt at the Officers Club. Breakfast was a typical buffet, nothing special. The Easter egg hunt was held on the lawn in front of the club. It was a nice idea, just not well planned. Drew thinks he is too old to participate so he was bored. Reagan suddenly became bashful so she attached herself to my leg. The people responsible for the egg hunt thought it would be a good idea to have all the kids hunt eggs all at once. This scarred my daughter. All the older kids grabbed all the Easter eggs before she could get one. A nice man who saw my daughter screaming crying was generous enough to take an egg from his daughter's basket and give it to Reagan. That just wasn't good enough for Reagan. She had been to an Easter egg hunt at her daycare so she thought the only way to get candy was to get the eggs. She didn't understand that you traded in the eggs for candy and no matter how many eggs, if any, you still got candy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0416Image0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the line they had to stand it to get some freakin' candy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next picture is probably my favorite just because it is so funny. Drew cannot stand to have his picture taken with his sister. Can you tell? We were across the street from Clay's house at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0416Image0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And finally, Reagan. She is just so darned cute. And yes, I am biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0416Image0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry. Just one more pic. This little boy is just the sweetest thing. His name is Sean, Jr., aka Seanbear. He has been through so much in his three years. He has a tumor behind one of his eyes, just finished months of chemo and still has such a good disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0416Image0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114541438009374393?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114541438009374393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114541438009374393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114541438009374393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114541438009374393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-weekend-in-virginia-over-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114504738923313467</id><published>2006-04-14T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0414Image0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0414Image0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2006_0414Image0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2006_0414Image0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daughter's room. I've been asking her for weeks to clean it. Her idea of cleaning her room is to shove everything into her closet. Thursday morning, I had a breakdown. We were running late and I couldn't find a pair of shoes for her. So, I started throwing everything out of her closet and telling her since she hasn't cleaned her room I would either throw her toys away or give to a little girl who couldn't afford toys. A few months ago I took 75% of her toys and made her a play room in a huge closet off the spare bedroom thinking this would be a good way of keeping her bedroom cleaner. Hah! What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I have two rooms to clean!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note.  Cara and I had lunch today at the Chinese restaurant on 6th Ave.  We often read a blog by our friend and former boss, Marc.  For some reason he wrote about his fortunes he got at this restaurant.  He really seemed disturbed...does he not know that these fortunes are crap?  Anyway, Cara and I were joking about it so I decided to post ours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Cara's.  "When you are comfortable, you can do anything"  What the hell does that mean?  What could you possibly read into that?  The only way this fortune could be interesting is if you add the famous "in bed" to the end of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fortune was "You have a heart of gold".  Yeah, I already knew that.  Tell me something I don't know!  haha  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114504738923313467?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114504738923313467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114504738923313467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114504738923313467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114504738923313467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-my-daughters-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25985879.post-114488760482714107</id><published>2006-04-12T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:35.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/1600/2005_1008Image0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/2721/320/2005_1008Image0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first attempt at this blog thing so it will probably suck!  I don't care, it will probably be better than the film geeks blog!  haha  Anyway, I have two kids and have been married for almost 14 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite picture of my kids.  My daughter looks so innocent and is holding a picture with the word "suck" on it...cracks me up!  This picture was actually taken to give to a friend who graduated from WVU (she wasn't accepted to MU) for a going away present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25985879-114488760482714107?l=kelly-adventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114488760482714107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25985879&amp;postID=114488760482714107' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114488760482714107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25985879/posts/default/114488760482714107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelly-adventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/introduction-this-is-my-first-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11329036236439358535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
