<?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-4928151669792745946</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:41:48.641-06:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='home'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='life the universe and everything'/><category term='whatev'/><category term='101 Things in 1001 Days'/><category term='fic update'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='whoah'/><category term='lists'/><category term='goals'/><category term='updates'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='Project Skinny'/><category term='grrr'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Defining Kelly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3224745798613710478</id><published>2011-09-09T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:23:10.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Not the Sharpest Crayon in the Box</title><content type='html'>So far the past two weeks have been long, hellish and have I mentioned long?&amp;nbsp; All I've pretty much done is get up (at the very last minute), go to work (often at the last minute or perhaps a smidge later, oops), stress, train students, stress some more, go home, fall into bed, repeat, repeat, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can safely assume that the internet and I have been a bit estranged these long, long weeks.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I've been Rip Van Winkle-ing for a hundred years and everyone has flying cars and tvs that play in their BRAINS or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING, INTERNET?&amp;nbsp; I NEED TO KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on my neglected Google Reader tonight around 2:30am.&amp;nbsp; Ya'll, I didn't finish until almost 5am.&amp;nbsp; I now know what everyone and their dog was up to during Labor Day weekend, &lt;a href="http://whatkatewore.com/"&gt;what Kate wore&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://zara.com/"&gt;Zara&lt;/a&gt; is now available in the US. Which, I'm sorry, Kate looks darling in Zara but the stuff I saw on the website was a bit, umm, not.&amp;nbsp; Also, that model is a leeeeetle bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two and a half hours later, my eyes are burning, tears are streaming down my face and I'm still on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Lynn.&amp;nbsp; Not the sharpest crayon in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3224745798613710478?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3224745798613710478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3224745798613710478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to Explode</title><content type='html'>Popping in for a few minutes from my exteeeeemely busy job (totally just typed busty there, wink, wink).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trained so many students today, hour upon hour, that if I get out of here tonight before curling up on the floor and weeping like a baby, I'll call it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me again WHY we need to have work-study students?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, beginning of the school year looks okay.&amp;nbsp; If okay means that we desperately need about 15 more students, preferably equipped with library skills or you know, the ability to READ whichever is available (act now and we'll throw in the ability to Tell Time absolutely free!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that it can only get better from here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3398216590129392470</id><published>2011-01-19T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:28:54.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Dear 2011, You Are Dead To Me</title><content type='html'>So, yes.&amp;nbsp; 2011, I hate you with the fires of a thousand suns.&amp;nbsp; Hate, hate, hate, LOATHE ENTIRELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a better new year than I am because if not, I am so sorry.&amp;nbsp; I feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this has occurred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slipped on the ice and banged up my hip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toothache that led to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An infection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ER visit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dentist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart attack from the cost (also: if you find my eyeballs, please return) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PTO time taken that I was trying to save!&amp;nbsp; For, ya know, the snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PTO for snow.&amp;nbsp; Dammit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car door that would not close that took all of 5 seconds to fix after taking YET MORE PTO time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoying people being annoying and making me even more miserable than I was before (see above) and sticking their noses into what is totally not their business and making me incredibly pissy and no, I do not want to help you so piss off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In conclusion, 2011, it would be totally awesome if you would be nicer to me, mmkay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3398216590129392470?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3398216590129392470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3398216590129392470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3398216590129392470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3398216590129392470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-2011-you-are-dead-to-me.html' title='Dear 2011, You Are Dead To Me'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7559020967166741003</id><published>2010-11-01T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:44:27.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>November 1st - Must Finish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum and mop the kitchen and bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum!&amp;nbsp; Everywhere!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 Day Shred&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email Tiffany before she thinks I am a total flake and stops talking to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write 1667 words for the first day of NANO (and then die)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crash until I have to go to work tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7559020967166741003?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7559020967166741003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7559020967166741003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7559020967166741003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7559020967166741003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-1st-must-finish.html' title='November 1st - Must Finish!'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-809178930212700264</id><published>2010-11-01T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:28:43.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>When Life Hands You Lemons...</title><content type='html'>...you chuck them right back at Life and say, "Fuck you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am a little peeved, as you can obviously tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of being the nice person, ya know?&amp;nbsp; The girl who always puts her work aside so she can do someone else's.&amp;nbsp; The one who cannot-fucking-say-no-to-save-her-soul-or-at-least-her-sanity.&amp;nbsp; The one who puts her life on hold for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nice long vacation ALONE where there are no people.&amp;nbsp; Antarctica, perhaps?&amp;nbsp; I do love me some penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-809178930212700264?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/809178930212700264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=809178930212700264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/809178930212700264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/809178930212700264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html' title='When Life Hands You Lemons...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-8288643844941683703</id><published>2010-10-13T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:16:16.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The Birthday Plan</title><content type='html'>I will begin the 30 Day Shred on Sunday, October 17, 2010.&amp;nbsp; I will complete each day through thick and thin, through rain and snow and sleet and hail, in sickness and in health 'til death do us part (or something to that effect) until Tuesday, November 16, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to have lost at least 3 lbs., hopefully more.&amp;nbsp; I am also hoping to have more energy to gt things done around the house and my job.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that I will not be so tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also hoping that I will be a size smaller!&amp;nbsp; Perhaps less boobage?&amp;nbsp; Yes, please!&amp;nbsp; Oh, to have shirts fit correctly.&amp;nbsp; And pants!&amp;nbsp; That don't bulge with the bulginess of my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray to all the gods above that I can stick to this!&amp;nbsp; Finding 20 minutes a day can't be that hard, right?&amp;nbsp; I just need to cut out one half-hour show block of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me fail at this like everything else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-8288643844941683703?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8288643844941683703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=8288643844941683703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8288643844941683703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8288643844941683703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-plan.html' title='The Birthday Plan'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7759392280632258586</id><published>2010-10-07T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:43:12.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>A Rant in Bullet List Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's something going on at work that is making me throw back my ice tea like it's a Long Island Iced Tea.&amp;nbsp; Except for the fact that I don't drink.&amp;nbsp; And I've never been drunk.&amp;nbsp; Or understood the fun of being drunk.&amp;nbsp; But right now?&amp;nbsp; Looking a little more attractive every hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The thing from work?&amp;nbsp; If it pans out tonight like I desperately hope it won't, you may hear my scream in the next galaxy.&amp;nbsp; No, universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowlicks are popping up all over my head!&amp;nbsp; Obviously a sign that the top layers are getting too long and heavy and I need to hightail it to get my hair cut.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've gone to the same salon since high school, which is now a twenty minute drive.&amp;nbsp; With the way my hair grows, I really need to get a small trim on my bangs every &lt;strike&gt;week&lt;/strike&gt; two weeks and I can't really justify using up a 1/4 of a tank of gas to just get my hair trimmed.&amp;nbsp; Even though Mom would love it since salon + Mom = same town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need to find a new hairstylist who will not have any history with my very finicky hair.&amp;nbsp; This is very stressful! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 5 million things that I have to do when I get home.&amp;nbsp; I mean IMPERATIVE FOR MY IMMEDIATE SURVIVAL or something like that, anyway.&amp;nbsp; All stuff that I have been putting off all week but now that I have plans for this weekend, I don't have time to get to them at my leisure (which is usually quite leisurely but not very timely).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I want to do is curl up on my couch and watch the rest of Persons Unknown.&amp;nbsp; MUST KNOW HOW THE SEASON ENDS!!!&amp;nbsp; Right now, my vote is aliens.&amp;nbsp; Which doesn't mean much because that's my answer for everything.&amp;nbsp; Or ghosts.&amp;nbsp; But if it is ghosts then damn.&amp;nbsp; These are some pretty techno-geeky Caspers.&amp;nbsp; And can I just say, Janet's mom?&amp;nbsp; Scary a la Joan Crawford.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I have Castle &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;Supernatural to watch, too.&amp;nbsp; Plus, umm, some more SGA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait, why am I going out this weekend?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7759392280632258586?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7759392280632258586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7759392280632258586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7759392280632258586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7759392280632258586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/rant-in-bullet-list-form.html' title='A Rant in Bullet List Form'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-2068321551591453708</id><published>2010-10-06T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:55:29.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><title type='text'>October = Love</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyone out there in internet-land is having the best October ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I sure am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this time of year!&amp;nbsp; The weather has finally evened off into the 50-60 degree range which is wonderful as I will not die of heat stroke as I wear basically winter clothes all year round.&amp;nbsp; My office is an iceberg 364 days of the year with one day reserved for when you are bundled up for ARCTIC SURVIVAL and the furnace will malfunction and roast you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other October awesomeness, my landlord finally ripped out all the ugly bushes in front of the house!&amp;nbsp; I can see out of my kitchen window again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work on Tuesday night and pulled into the driveway and just sat there for a minute looking at the house.&amp;nbsp; I knew something was different but it didn't register until suddenly I figured out that &lt;i&gt;I could see the whole house.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Amazing!&amp;nbsp; It suddenly looked a lot bigger (from the outside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am sad that the wildlife has been evicted from the front bushes, I am extremely pleased.&amp;nbsp; I will not be pleased if he tries to put anything back except for lilac bushes.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine standing with your kitchen window open as you do the dishes while a gentle breeze brings in the wonderful lilac scent?&amp;nbsp; Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping this weekend!&amp;nbsp; So excited.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping to get some new clothes or maybe some shoes or maybe a coat or maybe, well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shopping and then supper at Perkins.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'll stop the rambling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-2068321551591453708?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2068321551591453708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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a blog, I will totally visit and delurk as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please let there be at least one comment or else I will feel like a dork.&amp;nbsp; T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-8760338441408918819?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8760338441408918819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=8760338441408918819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8760338441408918819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8760338441408918819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/delurk.html' title='Delurk?'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7171656328194589681</id><published>2010-10-03T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:21:19.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoah'/><title type='text'>My Mind Is A Scary Place...</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of Stargate Atlantis fan fiction lately and trying to catch up on the episodes that I missed somehow in the 5 seasons it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just watched the series finale.)&lt;br /&gt;(2 years after it aired.)&lt;br /&gt;(I wasn't ready to let go.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(Umm, still not ready.&amp;nbsp; That was a poor excuse for a series finale.) &lt;br /&gt;(Don't judge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, apparently reading SGA fic right before bed (okay, all day yesterday) causes one to have odd SG-1 related dreams.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Just go with me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I was going through the gate on my own after Kowalsky and Mitchell (I know, okay) went through to somewhere else.&amp;nbsp; Vala was going to another place after me.&amp;nbsp; So the guys went and then I did.&amp;nbsp; Only I came out in the Mountain right in front of the Gate.&amp;nbsp; So I went through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gated out at the library I work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were totally okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I figured out that I was in an alternate reality 'cause there was this person (no connection to work) that was like super nice to me.&amp;nbsp; Which freaked. me. the. fuck. out.&amp;nbsp; (There also might have been some really bad Courtney Love hair and electric blue eyeshadow going on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone else was rocking some long hair which also freaked me the fuck out.&amp;nbsp; Also, there was some way, way OOC-ness going on for this person.&amp;nbsp; Freakier than the hair.&amp;nbsp; Which was freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I just sat there at the front desk and waited on people (totally screwing up giving out the password) and telling people "I'm from an alternate reality" every time they talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who then nodded and were totally okay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what reading some more SGA after work would do to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7171656328194589681?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7171656328194589681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7171656328194589681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7171656328194589681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7171656328194589681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-mind-is-scary-place.html' title='My Mind Is A Scary Place...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-608975818213303403</id><published>2010-10-01T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:54:19.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Just...why?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here in my living room happily relaxing on the couch, trying to figure out whether to start the next DVD of Castle or Supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like some super evil time/space vortex dropped off all the children in my neighborhood into next door's back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where they immediatley began screaming at the top of their lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding.&amp;nbsp; They all sounded like they were being murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I don't like children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-608975818213303403?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/608975818213303403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=608975818213303403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Nominated!!!!</title><content type='html'>One of my stories was totally nominated for a CoA award!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Woot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-2020169244560691330?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2020169244560691330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=2020169244560691330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/2020169244560691330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/2020169244560691330'/><link 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Monday&amp;nbsp; (&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why God, why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My hair feels greasy even though I showered this morning.&amp;nbsp; (Honest.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Garbage men came at 7:45 this morning.&amp;nbsp; WTF? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-1041489576375992052?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1041489576375992052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=1041489576375992052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/1041489576375992052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/1041489576375992052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-its-monday.html' title='Because It&apos;s Monday...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3802916236135289617</id><published>2010-08-03T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:44:42.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review:  Friday the 13th (2009)</title><content type='html'>*Spoilers!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be honest.&amp;nbsp; The only reason I really wanted to watch this movie was because Jared Padalecki was in it.&amp;nbsp; I was disappointed with Jensen Ackles in&amp;nbsp;"My Bloody Valentine" so I was hoping that this would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only slightly since Jared managed to not be the bad guy.&amp;nbsp; A fact that was worrying me as 25 minutes into the show, everyone but Whitney was dead and there was no sign of Jared.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, excuse me, Jason?&amp;nbsp; Aren't you killing everyone off a little too soon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Jason?&amp;nbsp; Please don't be Jared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a typical slasher fic complete with naked girls having sex (not with each other, surprisingly) and guys getting drunk, high or both.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue was cheesy (&lt;em&gt;You've got perfect&amp;nbsp;nipple placement&lt;/em&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Honestly, who says that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gory, I'll give it that, but not anything extraordinary.&amp;nbsp; I would have preferred a little more back story (although most know the story) and there honestly was little to no plot beyond Clay trying to find his sister and Jason killing anyone he set his eyes on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I was a little surprised that Jenna bit the dust (btw, if I had been Jenna, Trent would have been dead waaaay before Jason made his appearance.&amp;nbsp; Just sayin'&amp;nbsp; Also, was Jenna his girlfriend or Bree?&amp;nbsp; 'Cause if it was Jenna and he was doing Bree?&amp;nbsp; Bastard.).&amp;nbsp; I was expecting Whitney to get killed just as soon as Clay found her.&amp;nbsp; But with the way it ended, it's possible no one made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I give it 2 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 stars - Worst movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;1 star - I've definitely seen better&lt;br /&gt;2 stars - It's okay but once is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;3 stars - I'll watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;4 stars - I'll buy it.&lt;br /&gt;5 stars - Not only will I buy it but I'll watch it every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3802916236135289617?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3802916236135289617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3802916236135289617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3802916236135289617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3802916236135289617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/08/movie-review-friday-13th-2009.html' title='Movie Review:  Friday the 13th (2009)'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4059221944253208063</id><published>2010-08-03T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:03:56.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Skinny'/><title type='text'>Project Skinny Day #1</title><content type='html'>In an effort to lose some much needed poundage, I have been trolling YouTube for fitness/diet/healthy eating videos.&amp;nbsp; I made many notes of things to try and decided that this day, August 3, 2010, would be the beginning of Project Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my Pre-Project Preperations, I decided to try just a few things.&amp;nbsp; I bought some water, cashews, dry-roasted peanuts, Cran-apple flavor sticks for the water ('cause plain water = ick), green tea sticks, a small vanilla soy milk and some orange sherbet push up pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange sherbet is delish by the way.&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One however, is not going as planned.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself in to work at 11am accompanied with a few of my new healthy items.&amp;nbsp; I brought a serving size of cashews, two waters, a green tea stick and a half bottle of lemonade just in case.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and a piece of leftover pizza for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&amp;nbsp; Rome wasn't built in a day, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scarfed down my cashews first thing and then I tried the green tea.&amp;nbsp; All the YouTubers had agreed that it was the best thing ever and soooo good for you and soooo delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all, I don't know what they were drinking but it sure wasn't what I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a bottle of water, take a few sips and then pour a packet of the green tea into it.&amp;nbsp; My first reaction was that well, shouldn't the powder be green instead of a weird taupey color?&amp;nbsp; Then I shook and shook and shook that bottle of water to dissolve the tea and ended up with a bottle whose color was now, in my opinion, pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I braved a taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure there are words to describe it.&amp;nbsp; It sorta tasted like honey and lemon and some unidentified flavor that I am not very sure of except ick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drunk about half of the bottle and it has perhaps gotten a teensy tiny bit drinkable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is definitely going on the No list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4059221944253208063?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4059221944253208063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4059221944253208063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4059221944253208063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4059221944253208063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/08/project-skinny-day-1.html' title='Project Skinny Day #1'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5002513146092936097</id><published>2010-07-23T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:06:35.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My Weekend is Full</title><content type='html'>So, Saturday we're taking clothes to Mom's friend in the hospital in Sioux City, Sunday we're going to the Sorcerer's Apprentice and Monday (Mom's birthday!) we are back in Sioux City for Mom's appointment with the neurologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we say busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to, or rather attempt, vacuuming the whole apartment, mopping the kitchen and bath, taking out the garbage, cleaning out the fridge (protective gear needed) and washing the dishes from the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can talk my mom out of staying over on Saturday so I can get the rest of the cleaning done that I may or may not have slacked off on this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These include but are not limited to: sheets to be washed, towels to be washed, comforters to take to laundromat, bathroom cleaned, kitchen curtains need to be hemmed, washed, ironed and re-hung 4 inches higher (umm, learn how to iron), change the kitty litter(!) and rearranging some cabinets in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lofty goals I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4020324605702846294</id><published>2010-05-19T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:27:19.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>It's all a little blurry right now...possibly a good thing</title><content type='html'>Last night I looked in the mirror after work and almost scared myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; look like I feel.&amp;nbsp; How nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also dying of sleep deprivation.&amp;nbsp; Between the cats and my inability to stay asleep for more than two hours at a time (and oh, hey, did I mention that I also seem to have insomnia on top of the inability to stay asleep longer than two hours?), I'm surprised no one has died yet in a fit of insomnia-induced rage. Because believe me, there is rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mention that it's THAT time of the month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, today is my last full day of work this week. &amp;nbsp; Praise Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Then all the students will go away and all will be right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also leaving tomorrow for Des Moines for two days for a conference.&amp;nbsp; Every time I think about it, I get an image of me, F. and M. peeling out of the parking lot shouting, "So long, suckers!" to the rest of the staff as we leave them to deal with the end of semester craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think that no sleep thing is getting to me.&amp;nbsp; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4020324605702846294?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4020324605702846294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4020324605702846294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4020324605702846294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4020324605702846294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-little-blurry-right-nowpossibly.html' title='It&apos;s all a little blurry right now...possibly a good thing'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-8924022822642711527</id><published>2010-03-17T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:44:07.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>So.&amp;nbsp; The 30 Day Shred.&amp;nbsp; Not happening today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; I said no excuses but this is a crazy week for me at work with my co-worker being gone and one of our students just left and well, I don't handle change well, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to start it on Friday which is my day off and take it from there.&amp;nbsp; I would really like to still be alive when I go see Alice in Wonderland on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-8924022822642711527?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8924022822642711527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=8924022822642711527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8924022822642711527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8924022822642711527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/03/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-6732360595435648297</id><published>2010-03-16T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:38:58.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while at Wal-mart getting the necessities in life (chocolate milk and peanut butter and fudge cookies), I stumbled upon a never before seen part of the store (mostly because the store is being remodeled and nothing, &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; is where it is supposed to be).&amp;nbsp; I found myself in the fitness aisle and they had exercise DVDs for $9 each.&amp;nbsp; $9.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't pass that up so I bought two, Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred and The Biggest Loser Workout Cardio Mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fairly certain that I am sick.&amp;nbsp; Especially as I actually plan on trying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about exercising for awhile now but it really hit me in February.&amp;nbsp; February is when we get a physical for our health insurance at work.&amp;nbsp; They take your pulse, blood pressure, weigh, measure and &lt;strike&gt;bleed you to death&lt;/strike&gt; take a vial or two of blood.&amp;nbsp; Then they give you a little glossy card with all the above information (including a wonderful BMI chart) and send your blood back to the &lt;strike&gt;vampires&lt;/strike&gt; lab so they can run tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that glossy little card.&amp;nbsp; For the past two years, I have been listed as obese.&amp;nbsp; Okay, I wear a size 12.&amp;nbsp; And I am obese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided that I am going to&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; exercise so that next year I can &lt;strike&gt;tell that little card where to go&lt;/strike&gt; be friends with the little card.&amp;nbsp; I will be starting the 30 Day Shred tomorrow (Tomorrow?&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Are you sure?&amp;nbsp; Yes, Kelly &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; No excuses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; If, ya know, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-6732360595435648297?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6732360595435648297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=6732360595435648297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6732360595435648297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6732360595435648297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-15648082321181721</id><published>2010-03-10T23:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:45:29.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><title type='text'>I'm tired and I wanna go home ...</title><content type='html'>Home...&lt;br /&gt;Home...&lt;br /&gt;Hooooooome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry if you don't get the reference.  Although you are missing out on one awesome John Wayne movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep combined with stupidly forgetting my allergy pill is making Kelly Lynn not a happy camper.  I am grumpy and also, snotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to go home to my nice warm bed with my nice warm kitties and perhaps not wake up until oh, April?  How does April sound to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have to go home in the fog, which my weather alert tells me is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; fog but DENSE FOG.  Which means snail speed all the way home.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be no bed for me when I get home.  I need to fix supper, clean off the table, put the dishes away from Monday, put the clothes away from Sunday and Monday, and OMG CLEAN THE CAT BOXES!  Seriously, two kitties should not feel the need to poop and pee as much as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and only then am I allowed into bed.  Where I will be smothered by Emme and Kisa.  Kisa will sprawl lengthwise down my body (of which she is almost half of me!) and be dead to the world while Emme will pin my legs down and bite me if I move and growl in ALL CAPS because OMG MOM!  WE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that it is not a fun time when the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-15648082321181721?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/15648082321181721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=15648082321181721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/15648082321181721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/15648082321181721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired-and-i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I&apos;m tired and I wanna go home ...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-199091423293043318</id><published>2010-03-08T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:40:06.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><title type='text'>Okay....</title><content type='html'>... not sure why my background has pulled a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's gone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:sigh:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-199091423293043318?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/199091423293043318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=199091423293043318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/199091423293043318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/199091423293043318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay.html' title='Okay....'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4328842715294745935</id><published>2010-02-21T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:39:51.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><title type='text'>Feeling a little sick ...</title><content type='html'>... that I wasted all that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just paid back two credit cards at $404.76 and $419.96 respectively. I have not used either of these cards for almost 2 years because they were maxed out. And now, they have a balance of $0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4328842715294745935?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4328842715294745935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4328842715294745935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4328842715294745935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4328842715294745935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-little-sick_21.html' title='Feeling a little sick ...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7819297327226166079</id><published>2010-02-17T18:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:50:51.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life the universe and everything'/><title type='text'>The Results Are In ...</title><content type='html'>I HAZ MONEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my taxes and am getting a nice fat check from the government.&amp;nbsp; Life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be using the money to pay off two credit cards (about $800 total) and using the leftovers to to pick up some much needed items (such as JEANS which I have not bought since COLLEGE) and I am trying very hard to make sure that I am not frivolously throwing my money away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I'm not getting the kitties spayed.&amp;nbsp; And no, I don't think that spaying my cats is a frivolous thing.&amp;nbsp; It's just too cold!&amp;nbsp; I kept telling myself that just as soon as I got my refund, off to the vet we would go.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't figure that we would be in the middle of the Year of the Blizzard(s) and have 50 gazillion tons of snow dumped on us.&amp;nbsp; So the kittos and I are going to wait until Spring to venture out, probably by boat after all this snow melts.&amp;nbsp; If, ya know, we actually have Spring this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm trying to make up a master list of stuff I NEED.&amp;nbsp; And trying to justify it, of course.&amp;nbsp; (I have a weird vision of myself as Rebecca from Confessions of a Shopaholic when she is justifying buying gloves because SHE HAS HANDS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7819297327226166079?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7819297327226166079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7819297327226166079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7819297327226166079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7819297327226166079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/02/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In ...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7363540692636736514</id><published>2010-02-09T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:30:13.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>1001 Things Update</title><content type='html'>Here's a little update on some of the goals I'm trying to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Get Emme and Kisa spayed.  Goodbye $175.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Debating on this.&amp;nbsp; I am hopeful that after my tax refund and subsequent repaying of two of my credit cards there will be enough left over to get the girls spayed.&amp;nbsp; Or buy me a freezer.&amp;nbsp; Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Wash face everyday for a month.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Doing pretty good on this one.&amp;nbsp; If you don't count weekends.&amp;nbsp; I'm lucky if I can drag myself from bed to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Save $1000-1500&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hoping that this is one is a little closer in the making.&amp;nbsp; After paying off my two credit cards, I should have about $100 more in my budget, of which $50/month is going straight into a piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Pay off 2 credit cards&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;As mentioned above, I am using my tax return to pay off my credit cards (Thank you, Jesus!&amp;nbsp; Amen.).&amp;nbsp; My first return I ... did something with(?) the second I bought a bed, the next a car so now I'm working on debt.&amp;nbsp; Really fun.&amp;nbsp; Can't I buy another bed.&amp;nbsp; Or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Pay off smallest student loan&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;The other $50 (or maybe $25) is going on to my smallest student loan.&amp;nbsp; Only $950 left!&amp;nbsp; Whoohoo!&amp;nbsp; We will not mention my other student loan.&amp;nbsp; Unless you want to see me weep bitter, bitter tears of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Put up blind in guest bedroom&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;The blind has been in the bedroom for 6 months now.&amp;nbsp; Why is it so difficult to actually ATTACH it to the wall?&amp;nbsp; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Meal plan every week for a month.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I've stuck to my meal plan so far.&amp;nbsp; Granted it's only nine days in but hey, February is a short month, right?&amp;nbsp; I get points for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Lose 25 pounds&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Okay, that number may be slightly high.&amp;nbsp; I would settle for 2.5 pounds right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cut cable package to internet only&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I have a phobia of calling my cable provider.&amp;nbsp; I always sound like an idiot and no one can understand what I'm trying to explain.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I use technical terms and everything like ya know, the green light thingy is blinking or the green light thingy isn't green anymore but orange or maybe yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Buy a freezer&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have wanted to buy a freezer for a long time.&amp;nbsp; Especially since my grocery store has been having great deals on their meat that I cannot participate in because my freezer is full.&amp;nbsp; 'Cause it's dinky.&amp;nbsp; And mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Learn how to bake bread&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;There is a possibility this will be attempted on Friday.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned for further announcement.&amp;nbsp; Also, be afraid.&amp;nbsp; Very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Decide on keeping desk or not&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Probably leaning toward yes.&amp;nbsp; Right now it is holding my almost-as-old-as-I-am TV which is allowing me to watch Poirot before bed.&amp;nbsp; We do not mess with the Poirot watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Start exercising&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Umm, yeah.&amp;nbsp; No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Organize recipes&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;This will take me five hundred years.&amp;nbsp; But five hundred years from now I will be the most organized cook in the world.&amp;nbsp; Also, very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Catch up on tv series&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Right now, I'm through Season 1 of Torchwood, about halfway through Season 2 and dragging my heels for Children of Earth.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure I can watch.&amp;nbsp; Also, watching Poirot and slugging through my Netflix queue (which I can watch on my new Blu-ray player!) of which there are 358 movies and/or tv series to get through.&amp;nbsp; Where's another blizzard when you need one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7363540692636736514?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7363540692636736514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7363540692636736514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7363540692636736514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7363540692636736514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/02/1001-things-update.html' title='1001 Things Update'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5176651437628886729</id><published>2010-02-04T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:13:57.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 Things in 1001 Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>*Updated* 101 Things in 1001 Days</title><content type='html'>I'm totally stealing this from &lt;a href="http://vanessa.hoozh.net/"&gt;Simple Bliss&lt;/a&gt;.  So my starting day is December 2, 2009 and my ending day is August 29, 2012. (If the world is still here.  Just sayin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be adding to this as I think of things.  'Cause trying to think of 101 things off the top of my head is owie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goals for 2009-2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Emme and Kisa spayed.  Goodbye $175.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my oil changed every 3 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brush teeth everyday for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash face everyday for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save $1000-1500&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pay off 2 credit cards - DONE 2/18/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off smallest student loan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put up blind in guest bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize guest bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have bush in front of house trimmed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meal plan every week for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep up on laundry, dishes, vacuuming and kitty boxes for a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crochet a Christmas afghan for mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Unexpected Bonds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorate bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy large bookcase for bedroom - ABANDONED (I bought two small ones instead!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy dvd/vcr for bedroom - DONE 1/30/10 (I bought a Blu-Ray player for the living room and put the old dvd/vcr player in the bedroom.  ^_^)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy flat screen for bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shampoo carpets every 3 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on vacation alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 25 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get washing machine fixed - DONE  12/7/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start going to church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn some basic Japanese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy curtain rods for all rooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy curtains for kitchen and guest bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep clean the kitchen cabinets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut cable package to internet only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy a Roku - ABANDONED 1/30/10 (My Blu-Ray player plays Netflix!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a new computer.  Give old one to mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look for new car for me, minivan for mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balance checkbook every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start looking for place closer to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a freezer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to bake bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to make homemade mixes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy oven light!  This is sad that it needs to be a goal.  T_T  DONE 1/2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try out ten new recipes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask my landlord if I can paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inventory DVDs, VHS and music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide on keeping desk or not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize/decorate laundry room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create emergency kits for car and house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start exercising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create a second account/savings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try a no spend month 2x/year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create a mail system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint Pantry and microwave cart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint dresser and armoire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start using cloth napkins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try OAMC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stockpile some groceries like flour, sugar, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish home journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize recipes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog everyday for a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read 101 books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch 101 movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No hitting snooze button for one week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send Christmas cards every year - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2009 Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink a bottle of water everyday for a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get contacts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a (cheap) violin and learn to play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on tv series &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-5176651437628886729?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5176651437628886729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=5176651437628886729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5176651437628886729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5176651437628886729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/101-things-in-1001-days.html' title='*Updated* 101 Things in 1001 Days'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-8604709900985478339</id><published>2010-01-27T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:18:11.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Memory Loss or WTF am I talking about?</title><content type='html'>Taking a quick break from ILL, reserves, student schedules and any of the other 5 million things I've been doing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second semester started today and I am back to my old 3pm-midnight schedule.&amp;nbsp; (Thank you, God!&amp;nbsp; Btw, can you stop winter?&amp;nbsp; Just a little?&amp;nbsp; Hugs and kisses!&amp;nbsp; Me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we had a mini blizzard.&amp;nbsp; If by mini you mean zero visibility and by blizzard you mean holy cow, I can't see my house from the driveway!&amp;nbsp; So I only worked for four hours on Monday and then Tuesday we had orientation for transfers, an overload of ILL, no students, reserves needing to be put on NOW FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NOW!&amp;nbsp; Btw, bringing books in the day before classes start to be put on reserve does not the brownie point receive.&amp;nbsp; Wednesday (today) we were swamped.&amp;nbsp; I sent out a call for help and our lovely ILL student came to the rescue whittling the scary 39 items awaiting processing down to 16 waiting to be scanned for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was a long winded back story for my next story.&amp;nbsp; (Well, not really back story.&amp;nbsp; More like back vent.&amp;nbsp; Is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filing some reserve slips when I saw the folder we keep for one specific class that always has the same books go on reserve.&amp;nbsp; Our last secretary had put it together (complete with label and everything!) a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; I decided to just glance at it as I need to take them off of reserve now.&amp;nbsp; One of the lists was a print out of the barcodes with handwritten titles under it.&amp;nbsp; I was just thinking what a sweetheart she was that she took the extra time to go through and double check that what we had on reserve was the same as what was on the list when I took a closer look.&amp;nbsp; And felt like a total idiot.&amp;nbsp; It was my own handwriting.&amp;nbsp; Done before I knew how to print off both barcodes and titles together apparently.&amp;nbsp; Not that I can remember doing it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish that you work with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-8604709900985478339?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8604709900985478339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=8604709900985478339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8604709900985478339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/8604709900985478339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/01/memory-loss-or-wtf-am-i-talking-about.html' title='Memory Loss or WTF am I talking about?'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3735044616312474027</id><published>2010-01-15T20:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:44:46.360-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>It's a miracle</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just worked out for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the dvd Core Rhythms years ago and I tried it a couple times.  Holy cow do those girls go fast!  I'm thinking this is one dvd that will have to wait until I loose a little more weight or suddenly become coordinated.  Please excuse me while I laugh hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do that bad.  Okay.  I only got through the warm up and 1 1/4 of the sessions.  Of which there are two.  But still!  I did it!  Most of my problem comes from the fact that I have two left feet.  The way I was tripping all over the place, you could have sworn I had about four or five feet going in the wrong direction, though.  Plus I kicked Emme in the face.  Not terribly hard but enough for her to run away from me.  So I'm thinking kitties go in their room with the door shut while Mommy is exercising, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going back to the oldie but goodie, Tae Bo.  The Basic workout, of course, where I can stare at Billy Blanks with his blue spandex leotard thing and wonder how much he got paid to wear what looks like a reject superhero outfit.  A too small reject superhero outfit.  Seriously.  His man boobies are kinda falling out.  Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when you hang upside down and all the blood rushes to your head?  Yeah, I feel a lot like that right now.  Only I was standing up the whole time.  Go figure.  Otherwise, I feel okay.  No major owies, yet.  Yet being the operative word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the serious section of this post.  (Have you noticed that I do this?  I'm all la la la then bam!  I start being all serious and weepy?  I don't know, either.  Maybe I'm bipolar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole exercising thing has been brought on by a couple of things.  I sorta realized that I'm going to be thirty in four years.  I'm not spazzing about turning thirty 'cause it's just not a big deal to me.  I just think that by thirty there should be a few things that I should have taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the hair and makeup down (okay mostly down), I'm slightly more financially stable (stress on slightly) and I'm finally coming out of my shell (okay, people who know me now can't believe that I was way shyer and quieter than I am now and people from back then, well, actually I haven't seen people from back then in forever so I can't be certain what they would say, but I'm sure it would include some whoah's but anyway.  better!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the things I need to be working on before I turn thirty:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Loose some weight.  (Stupid health insurance says I'm obese.  I wear a size 12 for crying out loud!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Get a life outside of work!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Make a good friend to do stuff with (okay, I do have friends.  they just all graduated and moved to exotic locations.  and I work nights so I'm not exactly around a lot of people (although I do get stalked by the Wal-Mart floor waxer guy a lot).  and I don't really make friends all that well.  back to the shy thing.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Learn to walk in heels.  A frivolous goal but a goal nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3735044616312474027?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3735044616312474027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3735044616312474027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3735044616312474027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3735044616312474027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a miracle'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3371209432265123966</id><published>2010-01-06T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:22:53.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Snowbank Blues</title><content type='html'>So.  I got stuck in a snowbank today.  The snowbank located directly next door.  I didn't even make it to the end of my street, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of events led to this snowbank.  I got up an hour and a half later than I was supposed to as we were to have our belated staff Christmas party today at noon which is when I usually get to work over Interim and I needed to get there early.  So I was in a hurry for that.  I didn't let my windows completely defrost on the inside as I was in a hurry (no worries, I could still see, just the far edges were a little blurry!).  And last but not least, I was trying to avoid two kids walking home from school who thought that they should walk down the middle of the road when a car is coming.  I moved over too far and ended up with my right bumper in a snowbank.  I tried to back out but every time I tried, the kids kept getting closer to the car.  I finally rolled down the window to tell them I needed some room to back up.  Have I mentioned before that I'm not particularly fond of children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all that stopping and starting got me even more stuck.  I  called the tow truck and the lady said that it would take some time as  one  truck was just leaving Ft. Dodge and one  had a call just outside of town.  I gave her my number and walked home (next door!  how embarrassing!).  I was on the phone with my mom venting about how I got stuck (next door!) when my neighbor (from next door!) knocked on my door and offered to pull me out.  I called the tow truck back but the lady said he was on his way.  We actually met him right when my neighbor was starting to hitch up my car.  He left and I hope that they don't charge me.  Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my neighbor got me out, I circled the block and pulled into my driveway and called it good.  Then I called my mom back and ranted some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, the University is closing today so I don't have to take any PTO.  Yay for paid day off!  Except for the snowbank part.  I could have lived without that.  Also, I got most of my groceries for the month last night (how's that for being prepared?) so I won't starve any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the kitties and I have taken up residence on the couch.  We just finished Bedknobs &amp;amp; Broomsticks, totally one of my faves.  Trying to get up the energy to start on my mountain of dirty dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, would it be bad of me to hope that tomorrow is another snow day?  I was just thinking that well, I don't work Friday or Saturday and if we get Thursday off as well, I could be looking at a four day weekend!  Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3371209432265123966?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3371209432265123966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3371209432265123966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3371209432265123966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3371209432265123966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowbank-blues.html' title='Snowbank Blues'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3913334404568736840</id><published>2009-12-31T16:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:24:52.146-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>*Updated* What Have I Been Reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Updated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering what I have been reading lately. So I thought I would document everything I've read for the whole world to see. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be updating this list very often as I pretty much devour books the instant they are in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October/November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guilty Pleasures - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patriot Games - Tom Clancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Laughing Corpse - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without Remorse - Tom Clancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saving Dinner - Leanne Ely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tales of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Circus of the Damned - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lunatic Cafe - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloody Bones - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Single White Vampire - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall, Dark &amp;amp; Hungry - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Quick Bite - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bite To Remember - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bite Me If You Can - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Accidental Vampire - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampires are Forever - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire, Interrupted - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rogue Hunter - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Immortal Hunter - Lynsay Sands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Killing Dance - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burnt Offerings - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Moon - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dark Slayer - Christine Feehan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Witch, Black Curse - Kim Harrison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obsidian Butterfly - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Narcissus in Chains - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cerulean Sins - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incubus Dreams - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3913334404568736840?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3913334404568736840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3913334404568736840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3913334404568736840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3913334404568736840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/updated-what-have-i-been-reading.html' title='*Updated* What Have I Been Reading...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-6753118808683308945</id><published>2009-12-31T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:20:29.618-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>What Have I Been Watching...</title><content type='html'>Like with my previous post on books, I'm interested in seeing what I've been watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October/November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Haunting in Connecticut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing (Never watching this again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Unborn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Sherlock Holmes films with Jeremy Brett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Year Without A Santa Claus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buffy Season 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orphan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Empty House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Next Doctor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planet of the Dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Trek 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muppet Family Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torchwood Season 1 Episodes 1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-6753118808683308945?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6753118808683308945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=6753118808683308945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6753118808683308945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6753118808683308945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-have-i-been-watching.html' title='What Have I Been Watching...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-6246508927039946276</id><published>2009-12-22T12:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:21:42.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>This Just In ...</title><content type='html'>... I am sick.  I have been sick since I got home from work on Friday.  I am miserable.  I haven't had a cold last this long in forever.  Usually day and a half max.  Not four whole days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got up at 4pm, went to my mom's to take her shopping, got home at 10pm, went to bed at 11pm and woke up at 4:30am.  I stayed up today until 6:30am and then went back to bed until 9:00am.  I just don't have any energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Christmas is happening today in about three hours.  Because Mother Nature has decided to dump a ton of snow on Iowa.  Travel is not advised for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have made the executive decision to bump Christmas with my uncle up to today, bring my mom back to my house for Christmas Eve/Day and not get stuck in a snow bank.  'Cause it would so totally happen to me.  Cold + Snow + Ice = Snow Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am seriously leaning toward hibernating after Christmas until I have to go back to work on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-6246508927039946276?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6246508927039946276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=6246508927039946276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6246508927039946276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6246508927039946276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In ...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5049277424316343471</id><published>2009-12-10T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:14:23.154-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Another Snow Day</title><content type='html'>We had another snow day today.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I've gotten done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wash dishes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Make bed&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wash two sets of sheets&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wash dirty clothes (1-2 loads)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wash towels (1 smallish load)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean kitty boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-5049277424316343471?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5049277424316343471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=5049277424316343471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5049277424316343471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5049277424316343471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-snow-day.html' title='Another Snow Day'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-603754638140690416</id><published>2009-12-09T02:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:56:21.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Pics!</title><content type='html'>I finally uploaded some pics from my camera.  Let's see how this works, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9hnI6n23I/AAAAAAAAABw/SnzSYXSjs1A/s1600-h/PICT0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413152602158783346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9hnI6n23I/AAAAAAAAABw/SnzSYXSjs1A/s320/PICT0036.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving turkey.  Don't look too close.  The other side has been eaten.  ^_^&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9j4z1xkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fwXAJYQag1s/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413155104762204306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9j4z1xkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fwXAJYQag1s/s320/PICT0045.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes I made for the student worker birthdays at the library.&amp;nbsp; They were a little on the scrawny side but I think they were cute.&amp;nbsp; The one on the left looks a little Eeyore-ish, though.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9kDOlAlJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qvHHaJlXkFo/s1600-h/PICT0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413155283738334354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9kDOlAlJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qvHHaJlXkFo/s320/PICT0046.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisa and Emme.  They would not pose for me.  Not even for a &lt;strike&gt;Scooby&lt;/strike&gt; kitty snack.&amp;nbsp; If you look closely, Emme is sticking her tongue out.&amp;nbsp; I can't tell you how many pictures I have of her with her tongue hanging out.&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Not really good at the picture placing thing.  Gotta get better so I can join in the &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nester's&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Tour of Homes on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-603754638140690416?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/603754638140690416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=603754638140690416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/603754638140690416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/603754638140690416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/pics.html' title='Pics!'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/Sx9hnI6n23I/AAAAAAAAABw/SnzSYXSjs1A/s72-c/PICT0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4437373383785464807</id><published>2009-12-09T01:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:32:12.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>When I got to work today, I had a surprise.  I was walking up to the library and I saw this mass exodus of students coming from the library.  One of the ILL girls waved at me and I went over to talk to her.  This is our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey.  Are we closing?&lt;br /&gt;Her: (looks at me funny)  Yeah.  We got an email saying you weren't coming in and that we were closing.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (moment of silence)  Well, I wish I would have gotten that email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a (paid, I think) snow day and we'll know by 7am if we get tomorrow off as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use the time wisely...ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put away the baskets of clothes that had been languishing in my bedroom for the past few weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matched up all my socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washed my comforter (yes, the washing machine is big enough for my queen comforter!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washed my new flannel sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washed my king comforter (also big enough!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washed my king blanket/throw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked up a whole lot of stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got rid of a small garbage bag worth of clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drank a half gallon of chocolate milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegged on the couch and bed with the kitties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Still planning on doing before bed/tomorrow if another snow day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash two sets of sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash dirty clothes (1-2 loads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash towels (1 smallish load)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean kitty boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4437373383785464807?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4437373383785464807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4437373383785464807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4437373383785464807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4437373383785464807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3338111453341150952</id><published>2009-12-07T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:02:12.739-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Everything is April Fresh</title><content type='html'>A little over 3 hours ago, I got a different washing machine!&amp;nbsp; I wanted to say "new" washing machine but that would be a lie (unfortunately).&amp;nbsp; My landlord had another washing machine that the repairman swapped for mine.&amp;nbsp; The repairman didn't know what was wrong with it and may have to completely take it apart.&amp;nbsp; Oops.&amp;nbsp; The new-ish one seems a little smaller than my old one.&amp;nbsp; Not sure if my queen comforter can fit in it.&amp;nbsp; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a little late to work because I didn't want the repair dude in my house.&amp;nbsp; Alone.&amp;nbsp; With my cats.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but just about everyone that has ever come to my house leaves the front door and my apartment door wide open.&amp;nbsp; Even in winter.&amp;nbsp; I don't understand this.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I have to worry too much about the cats getting out, though.&amp;nbsp; They are terribly traumatized every time someone not Mommy or Grandma is in their house.&amp;nbsp; Emme actually growls when someone knocks on the door.&amp;nbsp; Before fleeing in terror, of course.&amp;nbsp; Kisa just flees.&amp;nbsp; No warning growl just absolute terror.&amp;nbsp; But there's still that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda upset that I had to be late to work.&amp;nbsp; I had the first part of work all planned out in my head.&amp;nbsp; We started giving treats out to the students for their birthdays and I had December so I made some Rudolph Cupcakes.&amp;nbsp; As a side note, I need to go to Cupcake Remedial School.&amp;nbsp; They were kinda scrawny looking cupcakes.&amp;nbsp; I'll try to post the picture later.&amp;nbsp; If I can figure it out.&amp;nbsp; So I had cupcakes to bring and I just got some ornaments for my tabletop tree to take to work.&amp;nbsp; I was going to to spend the first half hour decorating the tree and getting my desk ready for Christmas!&amp;nbsp; Well, the tree is up but I forgot the extension cord in my rush.&amp;nbsp; The cupcakes survived the trip to work until I had to shift into park and my elbow hit them and they kinda mushed a little but they looked okay.&amp;nbsp; And I forgot my new Trans-Siberian Orchestra cds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not complain (too much)!&amp;nbsp; I now have a washing machine that doesn't try to do the hokey pokey and go through the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3338111453341150952?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3338111453341150952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3338111453341150952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3338111453341150952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3338111453341150952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-is-april-fresh.html' title='Everything is April Fresh'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7237445257242329999</id><published>2009-12-06T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:38:41.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a (non)Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>It may come as a surprise to some but I'm not a fan of shopping.&amp;nbsp; I don't hate it but I don't like it either.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a fan of the crowds of rude &lt;strike&gt;animals&lt;/strike&gt; people that shove their carts into you or can't keep their &lt;strike&gt;spawn&lt;/strike&gt; kids from using the store as a giant playground.&amp;nbsp; (Can you tell I'm not a fan of &lt;strike&gt;spawn&lt;/strike&gt; kids?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, despite the above fact, I spent 5 hours shopping on Saturday and it was awesome!&amp;nbsp; My mom and I went to Le Mars to finish up my Secret Santa shopping.&amp;nbsp; Can't say for who though!&amp;nbsp; Totally ruins the surprise.&amp;nbsp; We went to the Dollar Tree so I could get most of my Secret Santa presents.&amp;nbsp; That store was a total lifesaver!&amp;nbsp; It is very difficult to get four days worth of Secret Santa presents for only $20.&amp;nbsp; At least for me.&amp;nbsp; I have to go back there and pick up a few things.&amp;nbsp; Some of the presents I got for my Secret Santa person are really cool and I want one, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Wal-Mart, conveniently located next door.&amp;nbsp; And that is where I totally died.&amp;nbsp; By the time we were done shopping, I wasn't sure I could feel my feet anymore.&amp;nbsp; Spent way too much money but I finished up the Secret Santa shopping.&amp;nbsp; And got a few things for me.&amp;nbsp; Of which I can only remember three things.&amp;nbsp; 2 Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas CDs, a mulled cider candle (my absolute favorite!) and a drill bit set for the drill I got after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Hardee's to get some sandwiches to take back to my mom's.&amp;nbsp; And some shakes.&amp;nbsp; 'Cause Hardee's shakes are awesome.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to my mom's house and spent about 3 hours putting her tree up.&amp;nbsp; We finished around 10 pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt;, we loaded up my mom and went to my house, took three trips to get everything in the house and collapsed in the living room.&amp;nbsp; We looked at the things I bought, sorted out the Secret Santa stuff and somehow four hours went by.&amp;nbsp; Don't ask me what we did.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty foggy by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to bed.&amp;nbsp; As an incentive for putting up her tree, my mom gave me one of my stocking stuffers to open.&amp;nbsp; I got a lighted magnifying tweezer thing which will probably see some action tonight and a sleep mask which I have totally fallen in love with.&amp;nbsp; The room darkening shade blocks out most of the light while I am asleep and the mask blocks out most of the rest.&amp;nbsp; Bliss.&amp;nbsp; All I need is ear plugs and I will totally have the best sleep ever.&amp;nbsp; Except for the fact that I won't hear my alarm.&amp;nbsp; Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7237445257242329999?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7237445257242329999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7237445257242329999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7237445257242329999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7237445257242329999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-nonshopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a (non)Shopaholic'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5940274814616683963</id><published>2009-11-29T22:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:30:07.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>After we ate our Thanksgiving dinner my mom and I made a decision that I am still blaming on the turkey.  Apparently our turkey had some sort of drugs injected in it that made deciding to do Black Friday sound like a good idea.  And that since we were just going to have to get up in a few hours anyway, why not just stay up talking until we had to leave.  I know.  We are dumb, d-u-m, dumb.  So we went to Wal-Mart at 5am.  Okay, now people.  5am is when I usually go to bed.  I am not supposed to be in a store with fifty gazillion crazy people.  Also, it was freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to Wal-Mart at about 4:50am.  There was a ton of people already there, with carts and kids (why would you take kids?) just milling around crazily.  Everyone was huddled around the stacks just waiting to pounce.  I was a little confused that no one had actually grabbed anything yet but then I saw the signs that said No Touching Until 5am or something to that effect.  I was confused until I vaguely remembered seeing something like that on tv.  So my mom hovered around the vacuum cleaners and sent me to guard the drills.  I was expecting something like from tv.  A loud announcement or whistle or something and then people would get to the grabbing.  Only it was kinda boring.  I almost didn't hear the guy on the PA announce that it was time to shop and I didn't even get to experience the mad grab and dash.  I was the only one who picked up a drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little scary with all the people and their carts.  I just tried to stay out of the way and not get run over.  I ended up with the drill, a set of 600 count chocolate brown sheets, a set of tan flannel sheets (yes!), an electric blanket, a new set of Rubbermaid containers, a new roaster and rack, Tomb Raider dvd and Patriot Games DVD.  Totally exciting.  And all for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a pink! vacuum, a set of 600 count green sheets, a set of green flannel sheets, an electric blanket, a new set of Rubbermaid containers, two paintings (exactly the same as the ones she bought me for my birthday!) and a new set of pots and pans.  We spent way too much money.  I was hoping to get the Sims 3 but they were sold out by the time I got back there.  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lack of sleep let me be way more laid back that I usually would be.  I hate being around a lot of people.  The sounds and the lights and the smells and the colors all make me really dizzy.  But I did okay.  I mostly just hung back out of the way and watched everyone run around like crazy people.  We were only there for about 45 minutes but is was enough to make me turn to my mom and say, "I'm pretty sure I'm ready to never do this again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-5940274814616683963?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5940274814616683963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=5940274814616683963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5940274814616683963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5940274814616683963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5804095151253083262</id><published>2009-11-29T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:09:53.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Recap</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone survived the holidays!&amp;nbsp; Here's a rundown of what's been happenin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I took the day off from work because I wanted to have some time to do some cooking.&amp;nbsp; Also because I had to work Sunday and we get Friday as a paid holiday so I would be over almost an extra day in hours.&amp;nbsp; Trying to figure out my schedule during the holidays is painful.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the day I was going to use to get ahead on cooking did not turn out at all.&amp;nbsp; When I got home on Tuesday, I wanted to get some presents wrapped and put under the tree.&amp;nbsp; I had one homemade thing to do for my mom so I figured I would get it done in a few hours, wrap some presents, get my pots and pans and whatnots ready for the big cooking day and call it a night.&amp;nbsp; Well, &lt;i&gt;six hours later &lt;/i&gt;I finally finished the present for my mom.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I had underestimated how long it would take by oh, five hours.&amp;nbsp; I still got everything wrapped but then I went to bed and crashed until a half hour before my mom came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I was supposed to have made two pies, cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the living/dining room, done a few loads of laundry and had all the dishes done and put away.&amp;nbsp; When my mom got there, I had just drug myself out of bed and relocated to the couch.&amp;nbsp; A few hours later, I did make up 5lbs of mashed potatoes.&amp;nbsp; And that is all I can remember.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm.&amp;nbsp; I seem to have a few holes in Wednesday's memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, was just messed up from start to finish.&amp;nbsp; My aunt had emailed me that she was having Thanksgiving at her place at noon and that they would be taking pictures because my grandma is sick.&amp;nbsp; I was really upset when she emailed me and all for the wrong reasons.&amp;nbsp; I felt irritated because she emailed me only a week in advance and it was like I obviously had no other plans so I should just drop what I'm doing and run.&amp;nbsp; And I know that it wasn't meant like that but there's a lot of bad feelings (on my part) with that side of the family.&amp;nbsp; Most of it probably isn't based on reality but it's how I feel and I can't change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was trying to figure out how I was supposed to juggle getting to my aunt's for pictures and trying to cook Thanksgiving dinner for my mom and I.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to do all the cooking from the turkey to the rolls and I couldn't seem to find a way to fit in leaving for over an hour.&amp;nbsp; Every time I would think about it, I just started bawling.&amp;nbsp; I did not want to go to my aunt's.&amp;nbsp; And then it hit me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I didn't have to.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was such a freeing realization.&amp;nbsp; I had always hated going to my aunt's for all the holidays but my parents always made me.&amp;nbsp; But now, I can decide if I want to go.&amp;nbsp; And choosing between going and being unhappy and uncomfortable and staying and cooking and laughing and being so damn happy with my mom wasn't hard at all.&amp;nbsp; I know that I'll regret it later, either by something happening to my grandma or having this hung over my head by my relatives for all eternity but you know what, I'd rather be with people who I want to be with and want to be with me than to be guilted into being with people that don't really care about me.&amp;nbsp; In the past few years that I have been having trouble with my family, I haven't been that hard to find.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes, it really is a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that I have been really depressing, let's move on to the good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving dinner was awesome if a little late.&amp;nbsp; I made everything!&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of myself.&amp;nbsp; And it all tasted so good!&amp;nbsp; The turkey was brown and moist and delicious and the stuffing was to die for.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to try later and post some pics of the turkey.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take a picture before we started carving so I had to turn the bird around and crouch down a little so you can't see that half of it is gone!&amp;nbsp; The only bad thing that happened was that I didn't get a chance to bake the pie!&amp;nbsp; My mom was so disappointed.&amp;nbsp; I promised to make her one this weekend but I totally spaced it.&amp;nbsp; I promise this weekend, Mommy!&amp;nbsp; We'll put up the tree and eat pie.&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-5804095151253083262?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5804095151253083262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=5804095151253083262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5804095151253083262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5804095151253083262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-recap.html' title='Thanksgiving Recap'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-975871108692955320</id><published>2009-11-24T18:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:35:20.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridge Woes Concluded or How I Embarrassed Myself In Front of the Repairman</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my landlady called me at work to let me know I needed to leave my door unlocked so the repairman could (finally!) fix my fridge.  Her husband had fixed it so that the door would stay shut without the use of bungee cords but the little light thing was broken and had to be taped down so the door would shut in the first place.  And it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I start work at 3pm, I assumed that meant the repairman wasn't getting there until after I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what they say about assuming.  You make an ass out of you and me but what they don't mention is that you answer the door at ten to eleven am in your penguin pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-975871108692955320?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/975871108692955320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=975871108692955320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/975871108692955320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/975871108692955320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-my-landlady-called-me-at-work.html' title='Fridge Woes Concluded or How I Embarrassed Myself In Front of the Repairman'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3733161655578956611</id><published>2009-11-11T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:25:46.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money in the Bank?</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of blogs lately about saving money and all that jazz.&amp;nbsp; From my research, I have concluded that I a) need to move to a big city so I can shop the "good" grocery stores (Kroger's?&amp;nbsp; Trader Joe's?&amp;nbsp; What are these strange places?) and b) marry a millionaire.&amp;nbsp; Stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the above two are mostly unattainable (I'm still waiting for a single, rich Canadian man to sweep me off my feet because I am oddly attracted to Canadian men though usually they are &lt;i&gt;married&lt;/i&gt;, rich Canadian men) I feel I can still save money in a few ways.&amp;nbsp; Namely by not balancing my checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reread that last sentence.&amp;nbsp; It does not make sense to me either.&amp;nbsp; And yet it somehow works.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest and say that tonight was the first night that I had balanced my checkbook since Bush was still president.&amp;nbsp; Let me reiterate.&amp;nbsp; BUSH was still president.&amp;nbsp; Sure, I checked my balance now and again, generally on pay day but not once did I get out my register and start tallying anything up.&amp;nbsp; So now, only a month and some odd days to Christmas, just when I think that maybe we won't have a Christmas this year because I'm broke, having paid some mighty big unexpected expenses (that were ahem, my fault!) I balanced my checkbook and found out that I have $483.72 in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, praise Jesus, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3733161655578956611?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3733161655578956611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3733161655578956611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3733161655578956611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3733161655578956611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-in-bank.html' title='Money in the Bank?'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3940748649232618832</id><published>2009-11-09T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:54:45.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><title type='text'>The Luckiest Unluckiest Person...</title><content type='html'>... in the entire world.  Yes.  That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you two examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlucky&lt;/span&gt;:  My fridge broke at 3am on Saturday.  Whatever makes the door stick has decided to                         unstick.  With just bought groceries inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;:  I had two bungee cords in my car that just fit to keep my fridge door shut.  Of course the               tension on them causes the door to spring open in a way to cause Sudden Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlucky&lt;/span&gt;:  My mom lost her phone.  Two weeks after she lost it at K-Mart.  With the ringer off                      (my fault).  She knew she lost it at either Wal-Mart or Goodwill.  Neither place filled                      me with hope.  No insurance on the stupid thing.  Can't afford another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;:  After several searches and one ill-fated trip to Wal-Mart, it was found under the front                   seat of my mom's van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3940748649232618832?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3940748649232618832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3940748649232618832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3940748649232618832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3940748649232618832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/luckiest-unluckiest-person.html' title='The Luckiest Unluckiest Person...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-6214350956025504242</id><published>2009-10-30T03:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:38:18.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bank Account Is Crying Right Now.</title><content type='html'>I went to Wal-Mart after work to pick up a few eleventy million groceries, kitty litter, kitty food, my allergy medicine and a few stocking stuffers.  I bought 20 items and ended up spending $90.  $90!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I only got a tiny portion of my list.  Otherwise I probably would have been looking at about $200+.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little worried about Christmas.  I only have a few people to shop for (Thank God!) but I am not so good with the shopping.  I always seem to gravitate toward the expensive stuff and can only afford a few things per person.  The stocking stuffers (which were between a $1-$3 each) really added up apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!  I started my Christmas shopping in October!  October!  I am so proud.  I unfortunately take after my dad in the waiting until the last minute shopping strategy.  Which is not of the good.  So I was pretty darn tickled at that.  Plus I have a few ideas for bigger presents.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Wal-Mart moved my allergy medicine.  I had just run out yesterday and desperately needed to buy more.  Oh, Alavert you are the bestest allergy medicine in the entire world.  Anyways, I just about had a panic attack when I couldn't find it where it has always been.  All of a sudden there were boxes of Benadryl and  other assorted cold medicine taking up the whole aisle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Wal-Mart believes that swine flu is more important than allergies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked around and finally found a box of Alavert.  Only it was in bubblegum.  Ick.  So started my second panic attack that I would be forced to a) buy bubblegum children's Alavert or b) buy nothing and suffer in my own personal snotty hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took another look and found the Alavert hiding in the decongestant medicine.  Much rejoicing was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was stalked by the floor waxer guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went, there he was.  It started when I was in the makeup aisle, then he followed me to the toy section, then the kitty food/litter aisle and then he cornered me in the electronics.  I escaped only to be once again cornered in the craft aisle.  I took off for the grocery side of the store as fast as I could.  It wouldn't have been so bad if he was cute.  Or under 40.    He almost caught me when I was going to the checkout but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my eyeballs popped out when the checkout lady told me how much everything was.  I sniffed and swiped my debit card and shuffled out into the rain.  Which was, as my co-worker explained to me, fog that rains on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I a) proceeded to blame the cats for losing one of the stocking stuffers before finding it in the trash, b) got out my Alavert and proceeded to throw the pill away with some trash, walked out into the dining room looking for the pill and then slunk back into the bathroom to fish it out of the trash (still in the little casing, okay!) and c) did 20 gazillion dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pooped and broke so I am going to bed.  Hopefully Emme and Kisa have forgiven me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-6214350956025504242?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6214350956025504242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=6214350956025504242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6214350956025504242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6214350956025504242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-bank-account-is-crying-right-now.html' title='My Bank Account Is Crying Right Now.'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5612914849940715891</id><published>2009-10-29T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:19:40.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>(Not) So Rumbly In My Tumbly</title><content type='html'>I think I'm sick.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever eaten with me, then you know that I don't eat a whole lot.&amp;nbsp; I'm lucky if I can finish half my plate when I go out to eat.&amp;nbsp; I have to know in advance if we are going out to eat so I know not to eat that day which is totally ridiculous and sad but lately it's been even more ridiculous and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe the ridiculousness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my supper tonight so I went to Taco John's and got two tacos, a medium Potato Ole, a medium Pepsi and a churro (I love you Taco John's!).&amp;nbsp; So I take it back to work to eat on my break and do you know what I could eat?&amp;nbsp; Well, do you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a taco, a churro and half of my Potato Oles.&amp;nbsp; WTF?&amp;nbsp; I used to be able to eat the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; Okay, I usually regretted it after I felt like exploding but still!&amp;nbsp; And all I had before that was a small bowl of Goldfish seven hours earlier.&amp;nbsp; No, not that kind of Goldfish, you sick people.&amp;nbsp; The cracker Goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost two hours since then and the thought of eating or drinking anything is actually making me nauseous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal?&amp;nbsp; Did my stomach shrink last month when I had the flu and couldn't eat for two days?&amp;nbsp; Am I finally going to lose that weight I gained in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, probably not.&amp;nbsp; But I still think I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You know that 14 gazillion dishes I had left on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, so if you don't do them, they magically multiply into 20 gazillion dishes, give or take a few zillion.&amp;nbsp; Whodathunk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-5612914849940715891?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5612914849940715891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=5612914849940715891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5612914849940715891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5612914849940715891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-rumbly-in-my-tumbly.html' title='(Not) So Rumbly In My Tumbly'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4885262897789377925</id><published>2009-10-25T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:19:47.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Lap</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!  I'm almost finished with supper.  Just have two pies to bake.  o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have about 14 gazillion dishes to wash, 5 laundry baskets to fold/hang up and  I still need to vacuum and  clean out the kitty boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmville and Wordy are evil!!!  I must stay  away from Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4885262897789377925?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4885262897789377925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4885262897789377925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4885262897789377925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4885262897789377925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-lap.html' title='The Final Lap'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-3405483413219643196</id><published>2009-10-25T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:06:30.856-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>It Figures ...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that today would totally not be my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since 8am, actually at the grocery store by 9am to get the last of my groceries to make a nice Sunday supper.&amp;nbsp; So what happens?&amp;nbsp; They have three scraggly parsnips and only half gallon chocolate milks.&amp;nbsp; Plus they wanted $1.15 for Cream of Mushroom Soup.&amp;nbsp; I think I'll wait until closer to Thanksgiving when the price goes down, thank you very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take my scraggly parsnips (and it always kills me that I have to tell the checkout kids what the vegetables are) and my pitiful half gallon of chocolate milk (which may or may not make it through today) and went home.&amp;nbsp; To my completely frozen roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think that I am a complete and total idiot, I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; take out the stupid thing last night and put it in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; So it had been thawing for a good nine hours.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I should have taken it out three days ago.&amp;nbsp; So it is in the microwave defrosting.&amp;nbsp; Which it will still be doing a half hour from now because microwave defrosting and I are not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, every single pot and pan that I need to make this supper is dirty.&amp;nbsp; Why did say I would do this?&amp;nbsp; Granted it's just my mom coming over, but still.&amp;nbsp; I think we would like to eat before the next century at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-3405483413219643196?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3405483413219643196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=3405483413219643196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3405483413219643196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/3405483413219643196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-figures.html' title='It Figures ...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-15231882615422061</id><published>2009-08-06T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:05:39.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Confusion and Cleaning</title><content type='html'>My mind has started to slip.&amp;nbsp; I got out of my car today and noticed that I had forgotten to change my shoes.&amp;nbsp; I am wearing my flip flops that I wear for around the house and after showers.&amp;nbsp; I had my shoes all ready to change into but apparently my brain had other ideas.&amp;nbsp; At least I wasn't wearing my slippers.&amp;nbsp; Although the pink and purple stripes would look absolutely darling with my teal shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly I am still suffering the aftereffects of the ILL &amp;amp; Copyright webinar I attended yesterday.&amp;nbsp; The presenter completely freaked out one of my co-workers before we realized that what the presenter said and what was true were two totally different things.&amp;nbsp; That was fun.&amp;nbsp; Also, very confusing and brain hurting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, the only thing I wanted to do was something not brain hurting.&amp;nbsp; Cause pain and I&amp;nbsp; are totally unmixy things.&amp;nbsp; So I told myself that I was going to read until 6pm.&amp;nbsp; Then I was going to get up, make supper and do some stuff around the house.&amp;nbsp; When I finished the book at 8pm, (it was a Dresden File, okay) I went on a cleaning spree.&amp;nbsp; Very unlike me.&amp;nbsp; I picked up all the garbage in the living room, dining room, kitchen and bedroom.&amp;nbsp; (I had a lot of juice boxes.)&amp;nbsp; And all the dirty dishes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started on the laundry.&amp;nbsp; As in I took all the wrinkled clothes from my dining table and put them back into the dryer to get rid of the wrinkles.&amp;nbsp; I was totally surprised that they came out sans wrinkles.&amp;nbsp; I actually hung them up right after the dryer buzzed.&amp;nbsp; The stuff to be folded is still in the basket but hey, it's just pjs and undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I talked to my mom and got ready for bed, I got really ambitious.&amp;nbsp; (And if you're asking why, I have no idea but it my have something to do with what's happening on Friday.&amp;nbsp; But you'll have to wait. ^_^)&amp;nbsp; I cleaned up my counter, put everything away, got all the dirty laundry out, put away all my random crap and then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I cleaned my toilet.&amp;nbsp; I am ashamed to say that I had never done this.&amp;nbsp; My mom does it when she's here.&amp;nbsp; (hangs head in shame)&amp;nbsp; It was just as disgusting as I had thought.&amp;nbsp; Also, I had two little helpers.&amp;nbsp; I put Emme and Kisa into the bathtub so they could watch the never-before-seen event.&amp;nbsp; (My cats love the bathtub and are ecstatic when they can play in the water.)&amp;nbsp; Then I had to flush the toilet about twenty times before I felt that the water was now safe for them to play in.&amp;nbsp; Then I closed the lid because I am paranoid.&amp;nbsp; And shut the bathroom door because I am neurotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more cleaning when I get home.&amp;nbsp; In preparation for Friday.&amp;nbsp; Which I'm still not going to talk about.&amp;nbsp; Except to say that I am soooo excited and if it doesn't work out, I will cry.&amp;nbsp; Cry like the little girl that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-15231882615422061?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/15231882615422061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=15231882615422061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/15231882615422061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/15231882615422061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/08/confusion-and-cleaning.html' title='Confusion and Cleaning'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7940764112342269981</id><published>2009-07-29T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:20:13.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Inside</title><content type='html'>It is July.  Almost August.  I'm wearing jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and a jacket and have not one but two space heaters running and I'm still frozen.  Can someone please turn the A/C off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7940764112342269981?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7940764112342269981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7940764112342269981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7940764112342269981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7940764112342269981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-its-cold-inside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Inside'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-542748318424881553</id><published>2009-06-17T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:49:11.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Most Boring Subject Ever</title><content type='html'>Day One of Copyright class:&amp;nbsp; Blah, blah, 1710, blah, Statute of Anne, blah, blah, blah, copyright, blah, blah, Guttenberg Press, blah, blah, blah, blah.&amp;nbsp; Snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two of Copyright class:&amp;nbsp; Blah, blah, rights of the copyright holder, blah, blah, blah, exemptions of copyright, blah, blah, laws aren't laws only guidelines, blah, blah, blah, can't be sued for major moolah. &amp;nbsp; Confused snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three of Copyright class:&amp;nbsp; Practical applications in ILLiad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please be more interesting than the last two days.&amp;nbsp; It can only get better, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-542748318424881553?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/542748318424881553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=542748318424881553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/542748318424881553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/542748318424881553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/most-boring-subject-ever.html' title='The Most Boring Subject Ever'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-6390388910982873609</id><published>2009-04-08T21:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:59:00.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>I so fail...</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  That whole April goal thing?  Didn't really pan out so great.  I got some really horrible news the first day and then I was sick until oh, yesterday.  I am so not even going to try to exercise tonight.  I have to close the library tonight at midnight and then be back at 8am.  Isn't that super?  So all you're getting tonight is a post on what I am going to do to pass the time until I have to go back to work.  In list format because I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All my laundry and ACTUALLY PUT IT ALL AWAY!  I am great at doing laundry but I absolutely hate folding/hanging everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make tater tot casserole.  With the frozen hamburger I forgot to take out of the freezer this morning.  Yumm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my dishes and ACTUALLY PUT THEM AWAY!  Yes, I have problems with this as well.  I also need to figure out where to put the dish set that my mom bought me for Easter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Twilight or an episode of Supernatural.  Such decisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Expect a longer (and more coherent) post tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-6390388910982873609?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6390388910982873609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=6390388910982873609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6390388910982873609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/6390388910982873609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-so-fail.html' title='I so fail...'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-9195007754162472680</id><published>2009-04-01T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:50:23.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>Whoa!&amp;nbsp; Is it April already?&amp;nbsp; I thought March just started.&amp;nbsp; I think my calendar must be lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this being April 1st (are you sure?&amp;nbsp; I mean wasn't it just March 1st yesterday?) I have decided to start some new habits.&amp;nbsp; I am going to try to post at least once a day and exercise once a day.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is ambitious and I'll probably die trying but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to find something interesting to write about.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-9195007754162472680?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9195007754162472680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=9195007754162472680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/9195007754162472680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/9195007754162472680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/04/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4372114111476859127</id><published>2009-03-04T23:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:47:07.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>See, I told you I'd finish it before I got home.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, that was an awesome series.  I tend to get majorly involved in books and I honestly have to say that I am glad that I am done.  It was totally a roller coaster ride from start to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renesmee was a total left fielder.  I was so not expecting that.  And Jacob?  I probably should have seen that too but I was totally blindsided.  It kinda makes sense.  Dark, twisted, ironic sense but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was pretty nice as well.  The last chapters/epilogues usually leave me disappointed and wanting more but this was nice.  It would be nice to see what happens when Renesmee grows up though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go close down the library now and finally go home.  Yay!  It has been a long couple of days at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4372114111476859127?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4372114111476859127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4372114111476859127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4372114111476859127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4372114111476859127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-7815771758290449619</id><published>2009-02-23T18:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:51:39.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>So, I read Twilight.  I know, I know.  Everyone else on the planet has already read it.  If you know me, then you know that I'm always late.  I didn't read the Harry Potter series until last summer.  Go, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, someone returned Twilight so I took it home and read it.  And it was AWESOME!  When I first heard about Twilight, I wasn't really into it.  I mean, teenage girl meets vampire love story?  Isn't that a little Buffy?  And we all know how that turned out.  Twice.  But everyone was reading them and there was this big to do about the movie (which I didn't see, surprise!) and I caved.  I started reading it on my supper break and let me tell you, the next four hours were pure hell.  I mean, how can I work without knowing what is happening?  I was good and didn't peak until I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this series.  Although, I have to say that while I was reading it, I noticed that Bella has no self-preservation instincts at all.  I'm sorry but seriously.  Let us leave the strong vampires and set out to save our mother BY OURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just the last part of Breaking Dawn waiting for me to finish when I get off work.  Oh, who am I kidding.  I'll probably finish before I get home or at least get most of the way through.  I also have two Redwall books waiting for me and Summer Knight, part 4 of the Dresden Files.  I love the Dresden Files!  I wish I would have paid more attention when it was on SciFi.  I also need to watch Ironman tonight so I can take it back tomorrow and Netflix just sent me vol. 3 and 4 of Supernatural Season 2.  And I'm still waiting for vol 5.  I'm thinking I'm not going to get a lot done this weekend.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-7815771758290449619?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7815771758290449619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=7815771758290449619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7815771758290449619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/7815771758290449619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-1297048240905178715</id><published>2009-02-15T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:05:33.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIS: Library Investigative Service</title><content type='html'>Nerd Alert coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally just had a spaz attack a few minutes ago.  Guess where I shipped a book back to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantico!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is only awesome to me because a) I am a nerd, b) I've been watching enough CSI and NCIS to make your eyeballs bleed, c) Quantico!! and d) I really, really am a sad and lonely nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was putting the thank you note in the book, I thought, Dude!  What if they fingerprint this?!  And it totally made my day.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-1297048240905178715?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1297048240905178715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=1297048240905178715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/1297048240905178715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/1297048240905178715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/lis-library-investigative-service.html' title='LIS: Library Investigative Service'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-1995083948632928442</id><published>2008-11-30T23:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:31:00.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I Survived Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>There were a few moments when I thought I wouldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sticking my hand inside of a chicken - disturbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding out that the innards of the chicken were not packaged in nice neat plastic bags - ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking the chicken up by the wings and discovering that if felt like picking up a person - creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gravy, how you hate me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishes, how I hate you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin pie.  I followed the damn recipe, why did you taste horrible?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some of the funnest parts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kisa licked a hole in the meringue of the butterscotch pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I placed a towel over both the butterscotch and pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kisa stepped in the butterscotch pie and tried to lick it through the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She saw me coming, panicked and ran through not one but two pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Much laughing ensued.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not bad for hosting my first Thanksgiving.  I'm proud to say that I cooked all the food minus the broccoli casserole and sweet potatoes and the only thing that didn't turn out right was the pumpkin pie.  Even the gravy turned out good (only after I washed my hands of the whole thing and walked away did it thicken up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-1995083948632928442?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1995083948632928442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=1995083948632928442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/1995083948632928442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/1995083948632928442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-survived-thanksgiving.html' title='I Survived Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-9031187401679009333</id><published>2008-02-07T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:45:08.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Send help</title><content type='html'>Early this moring at 4:30am, my beloved laptop charger passed away.  It was a faithful companion for over a year, charging my Baby every single day.  Baby is lost without her charger.  She has gone into mourning and will not even turn on to greet me.  It breaks my heart to see her so quiet.  Today I have sent away for a new charger that will hopefully be just as faithful and will bring some life back into Baby's screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:whimper: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, y'all.  I cannot even begin to describe how much RAGE I am feeling at this moment.  I am completely addicted to my computer.  I am either on the Internet, writing or playing games.  I shall be very cranky for the next few days.  Plus it didn't help that the 2-day shipping (what?  so I'm impatient.  deal.) cost $2 less than the actual charger!  I just went an entire day with no internet when it went all wonky and now this!  Although, I'm pretty lucky that it happened AFTER I did my taxes last night.  Otherwise?  The rage would not be contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm trying to think of what I can do while I wait for the charger to get here.  Everything revolves around the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, let's do some online window shopping!  Wait, no computer. &lt;br /&gt;Who's that one guy that was on that one show?  Hey, I'll look it up, but wait, no can do.&lt;br /&gt;What were the dimensions of that bookcase that I was thinking of buying?  Oh, I didn't write them down because I COULD SEE THEM ANYTIME ON THE INTERNET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have issues.  We can only pray that the charger gets here soon.  Because if it doesn't?  Run for your lives, y'all.  It's not going to be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-9031187401679009333?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9031187401679009333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=9031187401679009333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/9031187401679009333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/9031187401679009333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/send-help.html' title='Send help'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-4564793147197056204</id><published>2008-02-04T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:03:35.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean!</title><content type='html'>You know how your laundry sometimes gets sorta piled up?  And you get into your closet to pick out something to wear to work the next day?  Only there's nothing that's really left that wouldn't get you fired?  Have you experienced this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe you decide to do a load of laundry so you can go to work and not be fired only the washing machine seems a little loud to you.  And when you ask yourself if the washing machine always sounded that way you have to be brutally honest and respond that it's been so long that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't even remember&lt;/span&gt; what the washing machine sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it makes a sound that you know FOR SURE it's not supposed to make.  Then you go and check and the agitator thingy? It's umm, not agitaty at all.  Which means that you have a washer full of dripping clothes.  At 3:30am.  And you are so fired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to not be fired, you make it like pioneers and wring ONE pair of pants, ONE sweater, TWO pairs of panties and ONE lonely sock that appeared outta nowhere.  It is now obvious why people only used to own two sets of clothing.  THE PAIN, OH THE PAIN!  AND COLD!  COLD, COLD, COLD!  Then you put them in the dryer and say AMEN and give the dryer lots of love and shoot dirty looks at the mean washing machine.  And then you go to bed.  After you email your landlady to please send her husband to look at the washer.  And you spend the whole day thinking that your washer will be fixed.  Only you get home at midnight and umm, it's still broke.  So you go to bed and seriously consider using a sick day or a fat day or a MY WASHER IS BROKE AND I HAVE NO CLEAN CLOTHES THAT WILL NOT GET ME FIRED UNLESS YOU LET ME LOOK LIKE A COLLEGE STUDENT FOR ONE DAY PEOPLE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at 11am (which to this night job person is like 4am) someone knocks on the door and freaks the hell out of your kittens and you stumble out thinking it's your landlord and you open the door and it is totally NOT your landlord and you consider freaking for a moment before you see the word APPLIANCE written on this strange person's jacket and decide that APPLIANCE is now your most favorite word.  Ever.  And strange APPLIANCE person comes in and fixes your washing machine as you stand there half asleep.  Not really knowing what you are supposed to do when service people are in your home.  Do you offer them tea and cookies?  None of which you have.  Do you hover?  Do you get out of the way?  Do you go back to bed?  In the end, you shut up, lean against a wall five feet away and try not to slide down it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then strange service man is going and why are you going?  Oh, stuff from your truck, okay.  Wait!  Don't leave the door open!  Kittens!  Curious, fast kittens!  So then you have to scoop up your kittens and toss them into their room so they won't get out because strange service man was born in a barn and left both doors open.  In winter.  And then you have to have a heart attack because you can only find one kitten when there were plainly two kittens there previously.  And you have the scratches to prove it.  So you tear around the house looking for the kitten and just about the time you're ready to put on the boots and coat and head out into the snow, you check their room and they are both sitting there saying HI MAMA!  WERE YOU LOOKING FOR EMME?  So then you have to kill them, obviously.  Oh, I kid.  A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the washing machine is fixed and strange service man has left (closing both doors this time) and you stuff the washer full of clothes and go back to bed.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-4564793147197056204?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4564793147197056204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=4564793147197056204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4564793147197056204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/4564793147197056204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/clean.html' title='Clean!'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928151669792745946.post-5936870954921144104</id><published>2008-01-31T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:05:43.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatev'/><title type='text'>One out of two?</title><content type='html'>Kelly is Gaelic for "Warrior Woman".  No offense to my Irish forefathers and mothers and aunts and whatnot but in my case, they only got Woman right.  So here I am, looking for that mysterious Warrior part of me.  Will I ever find it?  Who knows.  Hopefully I'll have some fun looking for her.  My fun these days?  Going to WalMart.  Please contain your excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928151669792745946-5936870954921144104?l=definingkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5936870954921144104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4928151669792745946&amp;postID=5936870954921144104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5936870954921144104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928151669792745946/posts/default/5936870954921144104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definingkelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/kelly-is-gaelic-for-warrior-woman.html' title='One out of two?'/><author><name>Kelly Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18275954521704925226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouKAzON0EvM/SaM0kr_mdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJD-5x4Tvfw/S220/seeingred01-madebyharshlightning.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
