<?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-7528998814702325883</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:21:18.731-05:00</updated><category term='poladroid'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='missouri river'/><category term='new york city'/><category term='sam&apos;s town'/><category term='wyoming'/><category term='pete'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='i got screwed'/><category term='puzzle'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='hair'/><category term='las vegas'/><category term='mississippi river'/><category term='bike'/><category term='working out'/><category term='mother-in-law'/><category term='job'/><category term='first post'/><category term='balloons'/><category term='wallet'/><category term='classes'/><category term='family'/><category term='barbeque'/><category term='cheese balls'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='Up'/><category term='work'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='future me'/><category term='interior design'/><category term='don&apos;t stop me now'/><category term='glass half full'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='outfits'/><category term='mojave desert'/><category term='i love'/><category term='nevada'/><category term='school'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='fetish'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='diet'/><category term='movie'/><category term='neshaminy state park'/><category term='south dakota'/><category term='flickr'/><category term='duddy'/><category term='unemployment'/><category term='kiwikellie'/><category term='new jersey'/><category term='lucy'/><category term='eating disorder'/><category term='california'/><category term='boston terrier'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='yard sale'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='apartment hunting'/><category term='moving'/><category term='custer state park'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='utah'/><category term='car overheated'/><category term='buffalo'/><category term='ticket'/><category term='blood'/><category term='michael buble'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='winter'/><category term='maggie'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='stalker'/><category term='porn'/><category term='broadway'/><category term='memories'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='illinois'/><category term='prairie-dog-squirrels'/><category term='laura'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='minnesota'/><category term='Thompson Park'/><category term='mount rushmore'/><category term='journeys kidz'/><category term='gathering'/><category term='indiana'/><category term='fish tycoon'/><category term='hoover dam'/><category term='nugget'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='musical'/><category term='ohio'/><category term='photography'/><category term='music'/><category term='Claude'/><category term='wall drug'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='old school'/><category term='period'/><category term='grand canyon'/><category term='albuquerque'/><category term='pennsylvania'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='tped'/><category term='wisconsin'/><category term='landlord'/><category term='badlands'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='arizona'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='free time'/><category term='log'/><category term='queen'/><category term='stew'/><category term='weird'/><category term='teenager'/><category term='new mexico'/><category term='snow'/><category term='park'/><title type='text'>Plans? What Plans?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-6840550408868695435</id><published>2010-05-04T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:54:08.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr.</title><content type='html'>Transferred everything to &lt;a href="http://kiwikellie.tumblr.com"&gt;http://kiwikellie.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;. That's where I'll be from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-6840550408868695435?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/6840550408868695435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/05/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6840550408868695435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6840550408868695435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/05/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-6931567825932104566</id><published>2010-05-02T17:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:39:15.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>With this blog, I thee plan...</title><content type='html'>I want to start a bridal blog. I could post inspiration boards, review bridal magazines, talk party planning, DIY... the options are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S93wtvUqtjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1fGp0oNkYpQ/s1600/wedding-inspiration-cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S93wtvUqtjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1fGp0oNkYpQ/s320/wedding-inspiration-cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466790191285581362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Potential problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. I'm not actually a bride-to-be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who else is willing to bet that a bunch of my readers wouldn't be, either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2. I have no event planning experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-shaw. I happen to own an extensive inventory of bridal magazines. This could prove to be a breath of fresh air in the blogosphere. My favorite bits of bridal mags are often the "Real Weddings" sections. I love to see the creativity of "real" women and how their ideas came together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3. I'm often seriously indecisive about my likes and dislikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a blessing in disguise. My posts/inspiration boards/squee-ings would be varied and could interest a broader spectrum of people than if I posted exclusively about, say, autumn weddings.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, these wouldn't be the only problems, but I'm sure I'd have fun doing it and it would be a great way to organize my ideas for my own big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First... I need a clever name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Image from withthisfavor.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-6931567825932104566?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/6931567825932104566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-this-blog-i-thee-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6931567825932104566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6931567825932104566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-this-blog-i-thee-plan.html' title='With this blog, I thee plan...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S93wtvUqtjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1fGp0oNkYpQ/s72-c/wedding-inspiration-cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8591382223868773638</id><published>2010-04-27T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:56:54.259-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Paulo Cuppari Salon is Heaven and Angel is my stylist.</title><content type='html'>I opted in for the scalp massage. It was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9d5RqLjUFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EuP0ffFe23I/s1600/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9d5RqLjUFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EuP0ffFe23I/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464970017124864082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bangs are back in a big way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8591382223868773638?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8591382223868773638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/paulo-cuppari-salon-is-heaven-and-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8591382223868773638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8591382223868773638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/paulo-cuppari-salon-is-heaven-and-angel.html' title='Paulo Cuppari Salon is Heaven and Angel is my stylist.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9d5RqLjUFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EuP0ffFe23I/s72-c/Photo+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4426262406197088674</id><published>2010-04-24T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:09:40.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thompson Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claude'/><title type='text'>Claude's Homecoming.</title><content type='html'>Woke up to an email that Claude was waiting for me at Walmart! We immediately went to pick him up, put him together on the patio, bought Nick a bike, mounted them on the car, and went to Thompson Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHqqoONRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/V6TRysQ0ZoY/s1600/01+Claude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHqqoONRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/V6TRysQ0ZoY/s320/01+Claude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463859939997791506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHrPcnqHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DShYsTp6da0/s1600/03+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHrPcnqHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DShYsTp6da0/s320/03+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463859949881239666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHq2-LZnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NbDNwiURJag/s1600/02+Nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHq2-LZnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NbDNwiURJag/s320/02+Nick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463859943311107698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHqDY6fFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-B1vP_ApTxs/s1600/06+Me+Angled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHqDY6fFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-B1vP_ApTxs/s320/06+Me+Angled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463859929464601682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4426262406197088674?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4426262406197088674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/claudes-homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4426262406197088674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4426262406197088674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/claudes-homecoming.html' title='Claude&apos;s Homecoming.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S9OHqqoONRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/V6TRysQ0ZoY/s72-c/01+Claude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4215990832046786039</id><published>2010-04-21T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:52:59.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ticket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>I got a speeding ticket today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S887Y9gdhVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bMwkyhNiM1o/s1600/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S887Y9gdhVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bMwkyhNiM1o/s400/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462650173037315410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4215990832046786039?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4215990832046786039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-speeding-ticket-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4215990832046786039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4215990832046786039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-speeding-ticket-today.html' title='I got a speeding ticket today.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S887Y9gdhVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bMwkyhNiM1o/s72-c/Photo+36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4546391340232675156</id><published>2010-04-18T20:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:00:39.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><title type='text'>Claude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8uqUDhn6AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NOe9GRGPNJg/s1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8uqUDhn6AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NOe9GRGPNJg/s400/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461646234637297666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be mine in 7-10 business days. I expect we will share many a romantic afternoon together in the park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4546391340232675156?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4546391340232675156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/claude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4546391340232675156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4546391340232675156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/claude.html' title='Claude.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8uqUDhn6AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NOe9GRGPNJg/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-7197158100839153039</id><published>2010-04-15T22:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:44:10.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poladroid'/><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8ffHZ-VdtI/AAAAAAAAATM/Y49T9DoVNLU/s1600/Sweet+Pea-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8ffHZ-VdtI/AAAAAAAAATM/Y49T9DoVNLU/s320/Sweet+Pea-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578391534434002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-n9XDr5I/AAAAAAAAATU/o-1EJO0dY1g/s1600/Neville+Stretch-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-n9XDr5I/AAAAAAAAATU/o-1EJO0dY1g/s320/Neville+Stretch-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460753773137997714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-oUZqhPI/AAAAAAAAATc/C2jl1lFH128/s1600/CIMG0713-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-oUZqhPI/AAAAAAAAATc/C2jl1lFH128/s320/CIMG0713-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460753779322946802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-o8NJvLI/AAAAAAAAATk/TVmZx2rIw9U/s1600/Hiding-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-o8NJvLI/AAAAAAAAATk/TVmZx2rIw9U/s320/Hiding-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460753790007884978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Even when he steals my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-pMW92tI/AAAAAAAAATs/3sDcEFg4jY4/s1600/Cutie-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h-pMW92tI/AAAAAAAAATs/3sDcEFg4jY4/s320/Cutie-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460753794344016594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And even when he makes weird faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLyKtig4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/u8wW22UZZmY/s1600/92+Duddy+Fluff1-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLyKtig4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/u8wW22UZZmY/s200/92+Duddy+Fluff1-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460768242171806594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iB69lqhaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RkJEOVFdNj0/s1600/party+tall+213-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iB69lqhaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RkJEOVFdNj0/s200/party+tall+213-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460757398151660962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h_hOv-wqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/i-bGvua-IfI/s1600/13-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h_hOv-wqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/i-bGvua-IfI/s200/13-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460754757058478754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLxyGeRSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-wdKf4DOg1k/s1600/14Tommy+and+Me-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLxyGeRSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-wdKf4DOg1k/s200/14Tommy+and+Me-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460768235565499682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iQzTPI7YI/AAAAAAAAAWE/giEIN0vr-tg/s1600/26+Jess+and+Kaelynn-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iQzTPI7YI/AAAAAAAAAWE/giEIN0vr-tg/s200/26+Jess+and+Kaelynn-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460773759198227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h_gqdtg3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kmBAzD9RHCw/s1600/13+Black+Hills+Forest2-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8h_gqdtg3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kmBAzD9RHCw/s200/13+Black+Hills+Forest2-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460754747318174578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Summer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLzIDRiFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NDAhvkUV3lc/s1600/Theatre3-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLzIDRiFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NDAhvkUV3lc/s200/Theatre3-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460768258637531218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iCl7DlXiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7IRQLgOqvOA/s1600/06+Commie+Pinko+Stuff-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iCl7DlXiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7IRQLgOqvOA/s200/06+Commie+Pinko+Stuff-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460758136206220834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Used book stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLy4llv5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/fbYA4yEmhKY/s1600/Christmas+W032-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLy4llv5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/fbYA4yEmhKY/s200/Christmas+W032-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460768254486495122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLyqwTaQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/v8dg0rQBwCw/s1600/98+Buffalos4-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iLyqwTaQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/v8dg0rQBwCw/s200/98+Buffalos4-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460768250773334274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iN3ThafXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QvY6DiqxPas/s1600/DCP_0190-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iN3ThafXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QvY6DiqxPas/s200/DCP_0190-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460770529459469682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iN3Oqr64I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y6fbIbteko4/s1600/DCP_0108-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iN3Oqr64I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y6fbIbteko4/s200/DCP_0108-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460770528156183426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iN26zZg1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/SIXAq3f1_Fg/s1600/Central+Park6-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iN26zZg1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/SIXAq3f1_Fg/s200/Central+Park6-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460770522824016722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iQy80jhDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/f1IES0RWBR0/s1600/me80-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iQy80jhDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/f1IES0RWBR0/s200/me80-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460773753181144114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iQyoeWjcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sm3_eKAW2Sk/s1600/shoes-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8iQyoeWjcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sm3_eKAW2Sk/s200/shoes-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460773747719310786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My old Vans from high school that I'm wearing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just playing around with &lt;a href="http://www.poladroid.net/"&gt;Poladroid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-7197158100839153039?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/7197158100839153039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7197158100839153039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7197158100839153039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8ffHZ-VdtI/AAAAAAAAATM/Y49T9DoVNLU/s72-c/Sweet+Pea-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4336915261539721881</id><published>2010-04-14T12:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:37:52.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albuquerque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car overheated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mexico'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt9ViF65I/AAAAAAAAARs/U2nrg9yAIPg/s1600/Maggie+and+Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt9ViF65I/AAAAAAAAARs/U2nrg9yAIPg/s320/Maggie+and+Fam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460031761264536466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03- Kellie's shift.&lt;br /&gt;10:36- Arizona rest stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt-fOK9wI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ID3KysqWOBs/s1600/01+Death+Sign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt-fOK9wI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ID3KysqWOBs/s320/01+Death+Sign1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460031781045204738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:23- Meteor crater! And lunch! (While sitting at a gas station, they were playing an advertisement for a local tourist attraction- a meteor crater. It sounded awesome, so we made our way to this seemingly fun activity.)&lt;br /&gt;12:29- $15 admission [to the crater]?! No thanks. We'll find a Subway somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;1:01- Walmart Subway!&lt;br /&gt;1:39- Back to the road!&lt;br /&gt;3:04- New Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XuDKL2D-I/AAAAAAAAASU/fjV_bpfIAC4/s1600/Welcome+to+New+Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XuDKL2D-I/AAAAAAAAASU/fjV_bpfIAC4/s320/Welcome+to+New+Mexico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460031861297647586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(time zone change to Mountain Time- +1 hour)&lt;br /&gt;5:19- Maggie's shift.&lt;br /&gt;6:12- In New Mexico on our way to a motel in Shamrock, TX. We haven't been able to use the A/C all day 'cause the car threatens to overheat.&lt;br /&gt;6:47- Original pull-over due to the car overheating. (We let the car cool down and tried to keep moving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt-_waLRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ewbpqxAr1NM/s1600/06+Grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt-_waLRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ewbpqxAr1NM/s320/06+Grass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460031789778742546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the above photo while we were pulled over. I was snapping photos of our surroundings and smoking to pass the time. The sun was setting and we were all pretty sure we were going to get eaten by something in the middle of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:44- Broken down/overheated just outside of Albuquerque. Tow in 2 hours. Laura will leave her phone when she goes with Duddy in a cab to get a room because Maggie's cell and my cell are dead. I HATE NEW MEXICO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XuZ6_A6tI/AAAAAAAAASc/lq5LGFvvfyQ/s1600/08+Overheated2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XuZ6_A6tI/AAAAAAAAASc/lq5LGFvvfyQ/s320/08+Overheated2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032252354292434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt_SDLXQI/AAAAAAAAASM/gF6EL7A6Nx0/s1600/Not+Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt_SDLXQI/AAAAAAAAASM/gF6EL7A6Nx0/s320/Not+Happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460031794689301762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:20- Tow truck shows up and takes Maggie and me to the Quality Suites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4336915261539721881?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4336915261539721881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-trip-log-continues_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4336915261539721881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4336915261539721881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-trip-log-continues_14.html' title='The Road Trip Log Continues...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xt9ViF65I/AAAAAAAAARs/U2nrg9yAIPg/s72-c/Maggie+and+Fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-7439382706881327956</id><published>2010-04-14T12:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:25:24.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoover dam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:40- Kellie starts driving. We leave Vegas. 7-11 breakfast. I remember I had gotten a big drink of some sort and put it down to get a donut and a guy knocked it over and it was a big scene. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xrwsf_0OI/AAAAAAAAARk/SSSJRU_CIdc/s1600/01+Nevada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xrwsf_0OI/AAAAAAAAARk/SSSJRU_CIdc/s320/01+Nevada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460029345068208354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45- Lake Mead, NV&lt;br /&gt;10:52- Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrwPWMGNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SerAQAymKnU/s1600/04+Welcome+to+Arizona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrwPWMGNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SerAQAymKnU/s320/04+Welcome+to+Arizona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460029337242441938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrvqbQrcI/AAAAAAAAARM/0o9zW-IYeaQ/s1600/05+Hoover+Dam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrvqbQrcI/AAAAAAAAARM/0o9zW-IYeaQ/s320/05+Hoover+Dam2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460029327331601858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:03- It's FUCKING RAINING!! (This was particularly shocking considering we were in the desert.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xrv-EmXzI/AAAAAAAAARU/9ZqtAJfF5EU/s1600/07+Weird+Rest+Stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xrv-EmXzI/AAAAAAAAARU/9ZqtAJfF5EU/s320/07+Weird+Rest+Stop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460029332605263666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird rest stop decor. I remember I was on the phone with my mother, looking at this and going, "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:36- Duddy's shift.&lt;br /&gt;3:27- Grand Canyon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrSsxuIYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gm_5HBHKp-g/s1600/12+Grand+Canyon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrSsxuIYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gm_5HBHKp-g/s320/12+Grand+Canyon5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460028829746471298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrSnS1aqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4UDByh16Mg0/s1600/14+Me+at+Grand+Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrSnS1aqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4UDByh16Mg0/s320/14+Me+at+Grand+Canyon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460028828274748066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrTGA4AEI/AAAAAAAAARE/pnmBaRvUoMI/s1600/15+Us+at+Grand+Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XrTGA4AEI/AAAAAAAAARE/pnmBaRvUoMI/s320/15+Us+at+Grand+Canyon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460028836520919106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00- McDonald's for lunch. Now headed for Maggie's brother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:37- Maggie's shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xo7zqJrYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ar8CsPjZkps/s1600/18+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xo7zqJrYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ar8CsPjZkps/s320/18+Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026237433523586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-7439382706881327956?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/7439382706881327956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-trip-log-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7439382706881327956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7439382706881327956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-trip-log-continues.html' title='The Road Trip Log Continues...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8Xrwsf_0OI/AAAAAAAAARk/SSSJRU_CIdc/s72-c/01+Nevada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8992180253866516868</id><published>2010-04-14T11:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:00:10.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass half full'/><title type='text'>Glass half full, eh?</title><content type='html'>I left my purse in Nick's car when we got home from the diner/doing homework last night. My keys are in there. One of the worst feelings in the world is getting up, brushing your teeth, dressing, brushing your hair, doing your make-up, making your lunch sandwich for the day (BBQ deli chicken &amp; monterey jack/cheddar cheese with ranch on wheat bread and ranch rice cake bites...mmmmm), and gathering your school bag... only to realize you can't leave the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am an optimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XmKZo0YfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SfxM2OyGZOM/s1600/Sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XmKZo0YfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SfxM2OyGZOM/s320/Sandwich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460023189611766258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8992180253866516868?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8992180253866516868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/glass-half-full-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8992180253866516868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8992180253866516868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/glass-half-full-eh.html' title='Glass half full, eh?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S8XmKZo0YfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SfxM2OyGZOM/s72-c/Sandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-7569583133198730339</id><published>2010-04-11T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:30:01.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Ummm...</title><content type='html'>http://www.tiffanyarment.com/post/254122533/the-other-side-of-casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I would TOTALLY hire this photographer if only I could have wedding photos like this taken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-7569583133198730339?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/7569583133198730339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/ummm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7569583133198730339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7569583133198730339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/ummm.html' title='Ummm...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-9214734606463231285</id><published>2010-04-09T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:50:47.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><title type='text'>Admissions Rep</title><content type='html'>"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Iasia, this is Kellie Rooney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm great, thanks. I was wondering if I could ask you to do something for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been filing for unemployment and they need an email from the school stating that I do indeed attend and what my days and schedule are like and I was wondering if you would be able to send that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay; you start in July, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I started in February."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right. February. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you go 8 to 1?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. 10:30 to 6."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean 10:30 to 3:30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I mean 10:30 to 6. I'm taking three classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Well, there's a formatted letter for this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just need an email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there's a format. It's already written up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I need is an email. It's even easier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't even have a mailing address. She just needs a quick email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...okay. I'll see if I can figure it out for you. What's the email address?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO TAKE THE FORMATTED LETTER AND PUT IT IN EMAIL FORMAT?! Seriously? She had to go back and forth with me on that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-9214734606463231285?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/9214734606463231285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/admissions-rep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/9214734606463231285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/9214734606463231285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/admissions-rep.html' title='Admissions Rep'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4903717334744886171</id><published>2010-04-03T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:48:21.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Epic Road Trip Video Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41qIjrhAE0A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41qIjrhAE0A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4903717334744886171?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4903717334744886171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-road-trip-video-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4903717334744886171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4903717334744886171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-road-trip-video-part-two.html' title='Epic Road Trip Video Part Two'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-2848062596073925535</id><published>2010-04-03T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:47:39.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Housewifery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S7fTB0Nr_nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s1gJdNuuMSo/s1600/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S7fTB0Nr_nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s1gJdNuuMSo/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456061501732028018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my hair and make-up and was sort of dressed up to cook and clean yesterday. Nick's mother came over for the first time to have dinner. I made beef stew in the crock pot, which I put in at around 11am and we ate around 8. It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-2848062596073925535?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/2848062596073925535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/housewifery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2848062596073925535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2848062596073925535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/04/housewifery.html' title='Housewifery.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S7fTB0Nr_nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s1gJdNuuMSo/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-6973849073539775142</id><published>2010-03-27T22:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:57:17.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopped today.</title><content type='html'>Hello. No make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C0ZJRMkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/f6_yw02voms/s1600/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C0ZJRMkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/f6_yw02voms/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510404150997570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went thrifting today. We went to the Goodwill store on Rt 18 and a consignment store in Princeton. We meant to go to Nearly New, a thrift store in Princeton, but they closed 15 minutes before we got there, so we're going back next weekend. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I bought some stuff and as soon as I got home I started making outfits. And I took Photobooth pictures to get a better idea of what I look like in them because mirrors don't always tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67DJ5-YMxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/91JHVWbYfcE/s1600/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67DJ5-YMxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/91JHVWbYfcE/s320/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510773740942098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this at Goodwill. It's actually an H&amp;M maternity top, but whatever. Instant tunic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67DJV0nZFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/81-ccgITpjw/s1600/Photo+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67DJV0nZFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/81-ccgITpjw/s320/Photo+35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510764036318290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67DJKHY83I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0ayo3ThIgnM/s1600/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67DJKHY83I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0ayo3ThIgnM/s320/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510760893838194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the denim skirt at Greene Street Consignment. It's a Gap skirt and it still had the tags on it, so I'm pretty sure I basically got a new $40 skirt for $14. I've been searching for a high-waisted denim skirt for a while and this one seemed to fit the bill. I kinda settled for it, but now I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C1nYcQzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tfmMnPVCoYE/s1600/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C1nYcQzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tfmMnPVCoYE/s320/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510425152602930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another denim skirt look. I'll probably wear this on the 4th of July. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C060FQSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/k6v24PTRkro/s1600/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C060FQSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/k6v24PTRkro/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510413188940066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this dress at the consignment store. Love the print. As soon as I saw it I was like, "I have the perfect cardigan for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C1JSIbeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S1kgTGNBfTk/s1600/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C1JSIbeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S1kgTGNBfTk/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510417073073634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the dress and belt. Got the belt at Goodwill for $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C0N-u5iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6vHryaW5vRY/s1600/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C0N-u5iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6vHryaW5vRY/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510401154016802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dress I got at the consignment store. SUPER comfy and I feel very bohemian and chic in it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that and I spent about $70. Not bad, I'd say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-6973849073539775142?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/6973849073539775142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/shopped-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6973849073539775142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6973849073539775142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/shopped-today.html' title='Shopped today.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S67C0ZJRMkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/f6_yw02voms/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-982745405293055191</id><published>2010-03-26T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:20:02.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Closet Case</title><content type='html'>I've been going crazy over &lt;a href="http://whatiwore.tumblr.com"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; the last couple of days. I started at the first entry and I'm slowly making my way to the present. I only have 194 pages left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this fashion stuff has made me closet crazy. I got sort of dressed up to go to the bank today. Thank goodness Nick and I left the house to go to Panera, or else I would have felt pretty stupid just getting dressed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has also made me a little sad that I'll be wearing scrubs for a good part of my life. It's insanely depressing for someone like me. It makes me wish that I had chosen a different career goal. Shallow, but true. I like feeling cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I did a pretty thorough closet cleaning a couple of months ago, I've decided to do a second sweep. This is partly due to the fact that I STILL can't fit all of my clothes in my closet and partly due to the fact that I can't stop buying them anyway. In fact, Nick and I are going thrifting tomorrow and we're planning a shopping trip to SoHo/Brooklyn once we give our wallets a chance to fatten up. I'm pretty excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-982745405293055191?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/982745405293055191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/closet-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/982745405293055191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/982745405293055191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/closet-case.html' title='Closet Case'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-1576764341633361631</id><published>2010-03-17T14:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:35:25.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael buble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S6EguVMi8sI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Yp9y6BhdH6Q/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S6EguVMi8sI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Yp9y6BhdH6Q/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449673004430848706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Maggie's birthday, but we're going out tonight for a "St. Patty's/Maggie's 22!!" party instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see Michael Buble. More on that another time because I need to write a paper right now instead of post on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-1576764341633361631?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/1576764341633361631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1576764341633361631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1576764341633361631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S6EguVMi8sI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Yp9y6BhdH6Q/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-2038900981050184151</id><published>2010-03-02T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:53:56.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>I know I'm kind of going posting crazy tonight, but I don't get on the computer much and I'm super bored. I'm sitting uncomfortably on the arm of my chair to sit in the window, which is the only spot in the apartment where I can pick up this allusive wi-fi called @HomeF19D. Why the window? Beats me, but if I sit IN the chair instead of ON it, it's a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to post my pictures and a video from Boston a couple weekends ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crkFIh1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/-rgTN5ebfIU/s1600-h/01+Purple+Shamrock+Menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crkFIh1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/-rgTN5ebfIU/s320/01+Purple+Shamrock+Menu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250165538490194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crTP22XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qi_wGXs8YZw/s1600-h/02+Duddy+Tastes+Guiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crTP22XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qi_wGXs8YZw/s320/02+Duddy+Tastes+Guiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250161020066162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crX-RbCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UTK6itwaIb8/s1600-h/03+Duddy+and+Pete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crX-RbCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UTK6itwaIb8/s320/03+Duddy+and+Pete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250162288487458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crONXOmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XjGfdtd1-Us/s1600-h/04+Maggie+and+Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crONXOmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XjGfdtd1-Us/s320/04+Maggie+and+Laura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250159667427938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43cq-pp-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RhiTdsnF2fk/s1600-h/05+Me+and+Nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43cq-pp-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RhiTdsnF2fk/s320/05+Me+and+Nick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250155491130162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43dDxJr-DI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-hNSBVwPHs4/s1600-h/06+Maggie+Is+Irish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43dDxJr-DI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-hNSBVwPHs4/s320/06+Maggie+Is+Irish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250581364111410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43dEDMiC6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/aRoRiAAV8Bo/s1600-h/07+Table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43dEDMiC6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/aRoRiAAV8Bo/s320/07+Table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444250586207882146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rTrQBBS0zyE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2038900981050184151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43crkFIh1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/-rgTN5ebfIU/s72-c/01+Purple+Shamrock+Menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-3200134083674796770</id><published>2010-03-02T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:18:31.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t stop me now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Epic Video Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPz0vcxQU9M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPz0vcxQU9M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-3200134083674796770?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/3200134083674796770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-epic-video-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3200134083674796770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3200134083674796770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-epic-video-part-one.html' title='Road Trip Epic Video Part One'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8927847049165025944</id><published>2010-03-02T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:39:31.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam&apos;s town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mojave desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00- Kellie starts driving. We're 3 hours late... Shrubbery. (We started using "shrubbery" as a negative term or exclamation. Sort of like "Shit".)&lt;br /&gt;11:35- Duddy starts shift.&lt;br /&gt;11:43- Toilet paper all over highway. Car successfully TPed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6Y9nHeTJ-o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6Y9nHeTJ-o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45- Maggie starts driving. We had gotten lost trying to go to the Sequoias and we also woke up late this morning, so we are ending up very behind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason, no logs were kept for the rest of this day. Therefore, I've pieced together what we did that day from the photos that I took and the few tweets that my phone would finally let me send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:26- NEVER coming back to the Mojave Desert. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KSQLqzSI/AAAAAAAAANs/uWnlxbAqDlc/s1600-h/07+Rainbow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KSQLqzSI/AAAAAAAAANs/uWnlxbAqDlc/s320/07+Rainbow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444229939491163426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmUaHFaiCWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmUaHFaiCWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:39- VEGAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KS0cvOSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EMj8mpgE_IM/s1600-h/11+Sam%27s+Town+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KS0cvOSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EMj8mpgE_IM/s320/11+Sam%27s+Town+Sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444229949226432802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05- Free beer for each of us at the buffet in our hotel! We're in heaven! Yummmmm. Fooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KTLC-CII/AAAAAAAAAN8/1LhTtLdXNNA/s1600-h/17+Toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KTLC-CII/AAAAAAAAAN8/1LhTtLdXNNA/s320/17+Toast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444229955292366978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:58- We're in Vegas and instead of getting drunk and gambling, we're going to see the new Harry Potter flick. ...I never claimed to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KTenj15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/sUyAzleP1Y0/s1600-h/21+Duddy%27s+Sunburn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KTenj15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/sUyAzleP1Y0/s320/21+Duddy%27s+Sunburn2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444229960546113426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8927847049165025944?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8927847049165025944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-log-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8927847049165025944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8927847049165025944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-log-continues.html' title='The Road Trip Log continues...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S43KSQLqzSI/AAAAAAAAANs/uWnlxbAqDlc/s72-c/07+Rainbow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-5399214178255177185</id><published>2010-02-15T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:32:59.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neville Longbottom</title><content type='html'>This entry is purely for the purpose of putting up the pictures I took with my cat the other day. He's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznt-h7uI/AAAAAAAAANk/-w_PU0oc1Nc/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznt-h7uI/AAAAAAAAANk/-w_PU0oc1Nc/s320/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645888708898530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznVOw89I/AAAAAAAAANc/85PZ7dIQrmc/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznVOw89I/AAAAAAAAANc/85PZ7dIQrmc/s320/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645882066105298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznJfVDZI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gb3BQSQzq20/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznJfVDZI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gb3BQSQzq20/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645878914354578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzan4wJJI/AAAAAAAAANM/ldC_JJ5O-V0/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzan4wJJI/AAAAAAAAANM/ldC_JJ5O-V0/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645663735751826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzaPzv4GI/AAAAAAAAANE/58PX4Vp4Wcc/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzaPzv4GI/AAAAAAAAANE/58PX4Vp4Wcc/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645657272311906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzZ9E9sQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wCwutx-mloU/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzZ9E9sQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wCwutx-mloU/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645652244246786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzZs0iBPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bwkzLNhmIZo/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzZs0iBPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bwkzLNhmIZo/s320/Photo+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645647880357106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzZWylNEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rICEAEkQbZU/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nzZWylNEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rICEAEkQbZU/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438645641966597186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-5399214178255177185?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/5399214178255177185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/neville-longbottom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/5399214178255177185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/5399214178255177185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/neville-longbottom.html' title='Neville Longbottom'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nznt-h7uI/AAAAAAAAANk/-w_PU0oc1Nc/s72-c/Photo+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-1616863652016057203</id><published>2010-02-15T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:47:40.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log continues...</title><content type='html'>Before I get to the good stuff, I want to mention the fact that I went back and added in a video from the night we drove up the mountain. I sliced it up and cut it down to a couple of minutes from the 30+ minutes that it was. I also added a short video from the day we drove through Utah. I've also cut together a couple of music video sort of things from the trip and I hope to have them done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm saying is go back and check out what I added and I'll have the full-length videos up soon. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:24- Leave for Cali. Kellie's shift.&lt;br /&gt;9:07- California Customs. I had to get out of the car and open the trunk, which the guy was SO not expecting to be packed to the brim. He checked our food in the cooler and asked if we were from Jersey, even though we obviously had a Jersey plate. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npmOgj03I/AAAAAAAAALs/zz8R7LcNza8/s1600-h/05+Welcome+to+California.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npmOgj03I/AAAAAAAAALs/zz8R7LcNza8/s320/05+Welcome+to+California.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634867965547378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:24- Duddy's shift.&lt;br /&gt;11:29- Wine country! (This was an epic fail and really boring. It just took us an hour or two out of the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npmbW80jI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tzHJ8xqRYnw/s1600-h/08+Napa+Valley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npmbW80jI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tzHJ8xqRYnw/s320/08+Napa+Valley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634871414903346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npm3nFtTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/H0tU0DgBBHw/s1600-h/10+San+Francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npm3nFtTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/H0tU0DgBBHw/s320/10+San+Francisco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634878998787378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:07- Ocean Beach!! The Pacific Ocean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npm8gh9jI/AAAAAAAAAME/DEJlaAG5Aeg/s1600-h/14+Sassifrass+Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npm8gh9jI/AAAAAAAAAME/DEJlaAG5Aeg/s320/14+Sassifrass+Laura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634880313456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npnWbJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ej0ITXiUtMM/s1600-h/19+Me+in+Pacific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npnWbJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ej0ITXiUtMM/s320/19+Me+in+Pacific.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634887270234450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nqK3XcyDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gFvp83WuUTc/s1600-h/17+Tanning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nqK3XcyDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gFvp83WuUTc/s320/17+Tanning2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438635497408481330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30- Lunch in the car in the beach parking lot. The meat went bad. No surprise. We poured out the gross cooler water onto the pavement. It smelled horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuPaIUsgCDA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuPaIUsgCDA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't keep a log here, but we went to Pier 39. We saw sea lions, and Alcatraz, and the Golden Gate Bridge waaay in the foggy distance. We did a little shopping. We watched a mini magic show thing. We took waaaaaay too much time figuring out what to do for dinner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nqLE8iLII/AAAAAAAAAMc/phGGw1AscOg/s1600-h/23+Alcatraz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nqLE8iLII/AAAAAAAAAMc/phGGw1AscOg/s320/23+Alcatraz1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438635501053684866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nqLEk3nUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V7jbJr3aiP8/s1600-h/28+Sea+Lions1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3nqLEk3nUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V7jbJr3aiP8/s320/28+Sea+Lions1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438635500954426690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:04- Barely make it to Chow in time for dinner. (This restaurant was the place Laura and I had found online and planned to go to. We almost ate at Pier 39, but couldn't agree on anything. We thought we wouldn't make it to Chow before they closed, but we risked it and we did. It was a cute, hip sort of place and the food was decent, if I remember correctly. Good times.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-1616863652016057203?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/1616863652016057203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1616863652016057203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1616863652016057203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues_15.html' title='The Road Trip Log continues...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3npmOgj03I/AAAAAAAAALs/zz8R7LcNza8/s72-c/05+Welcome+to+California.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4148857875346228913</id><published>2010-02-12T15:15:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:57:37.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prairie-dog-squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buffalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nugget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log continues...</title><content type='html'>Due to being behind schedule, we decided to drive through the night. You might notice that, in the following photos, we are wearing our clothes from the day before and look like hell. We were gross, we were tired, and we were cramped. This day was all about making it to The Nugget in Reno, NV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45- We stopped at a rest stop to sleep in the car for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4IOtrEzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u7uDZcUlSew/s1600-h/01+Wyoming+Highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4IOtrEzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u7uDZcUlSew/s320/01+Wyoming+Highway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437454576647869234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A highway in Wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:29- Maggie's shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4SHQT9FI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yzNqvYIgdBU/s1600-h/03+Napping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4SHQT9FI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yzNqvYIgdBU/s320/03+Napping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437454746444362834"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:38- "Oh, that's why it smells like Jersey- the damn oil refineries."- Maggie. It kinda looked like a little slice of Newark surrounded by green. Aww. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4b0dkMII/AAAAAAAAAKk/KsdUqRiSM_E/s1600-h/04+Sunrise+Mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4b0dkMII/AAAAAAAAAKk/KsdUqRiSM_E/s320/04+Sunrise+Mirror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437454913198370946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving away from the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:42- Passed a pretty nice looking golf course. We only saw one hole, but it seemed like a cool place to golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4lL6jhoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/l4W6w7RJaCI/s1600-h/05+Red+Bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4lL6jhoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/l4W6w7RJaCI/s320/05+Red+Bull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455074112800386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I needed to fuel up to remain an enthusiastic navigator for Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20- We realize we might have passed through the Rockies in the pitch black last night. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;7:40- Oh, wait. Nevermind. There they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4qxHecuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qggP7AOnYDM/s1600-h/11+Rockies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4qxHecuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qggP7AOnYDM/s320/11+Rockies2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455169998451426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow-capped Rockies in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:07- Snow-capped mountains!!&lt;br /&gt;8:41- UTAH! Wyoming can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4zcHrUXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UMsythgdO8M/s1600-h/12+Welcome+to+Utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4zcHrUXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UMsythgdO8M/s320/12+Welcome+to+Utah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455318980972914"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:38- Fed prarie-dog squirrels at a rest stop. Best rest stop ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ErWaz2I/AAAAAAAAALE/TCrlwwcdUtc/s1600-h/22+Prairie+Squirrels8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ErWaz2I/AAAAAAAAALE/TCrlwwcdUtc/s320/22+Prairie+Squirrels8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455615127113570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't know what these were exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ExWjeUI/AAAAAAAAALM/4ukpk8jeBBQ/s1600-h/23+Prairie+Squirrels9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ExWjeUI/AAAAAAAAALM/4ukpk8jeBBQ/s320/23+Prairie+Squirrels9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455616738294082"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We like to call them prairie-dog-squirrels. We assumed their diet consists mostly of animal crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5FDPQsxI/AAAAAAAAALU/dRKN0TOScKc/s1600-h/31+Climb+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5FDPQsxI/AAAAAAAAALU/dRKN0TOScKc/s320/31+Climb+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455621539541778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the top of a hill at this beautiful rest stop in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:14- Kellie starts driving.&lt;br /&gt;11:25- We see the Great Salt Lake and take pictures. (My camera died as we parked. Ballz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ZyQjJ9I/AAAAAAAAALc/XzAvvSkopR8/s1600-h/39+Great+Salt+Lake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ZyQjJ9I/AAAAAAAAALc/XzAvvSkopR8/s320/39+Great+Salt+Lake4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437455977758795730"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Great Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:39- NEVADA!!&lt;br /&gt;12:18- Now on Pacific Time. Duddy starts her shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IKj1JmDi4g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IKj1JmDi4g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49- WWBD? (What Would Buffalos Do?) Buffalo were a recurring theme throughout the trip. As they should be. They are majestic creatures. We called our trip Buffalo Safari 2009. Laura and I were Team Buffalo. Maggie and Duddy were Team Bison. We flipped the fuck out when we finally saw buffalo. It was a big thing. So I doodled a tattoo design for us. Unfortunately, none of us would ever seriously put that on our bodies. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ir60t9I/AAAAAAAAALk/5oRI7WTtv0A/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W5ir60t9I/AAAAAAAAALk/5oRI7WTtv0A/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437456130675881938"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00- Plan for arrival at the Nugget: Settle, Swim, Sun, Shower, Supper, Surf (the internet), Socialize (with each other?), Sleep. We cut out the swim and sun thing due to tiredness and grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;2:24- Duddy gets pulled over 87 in 75. NO TICKET! :D&lt;br /&gt;4:00- Maggie starts her shift.&lt;br /&gt;6:32- Sparks, NV! THE NUGGET!! (We were exhausted from being in the car for about a day and a half. "Nugget" is a word we use often, as in "Oh my nuggets!". We booked this place before anything else simply because the name includes that word. Keep that in mind as I make funny noises and go a little loopy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkoKAYuaOF0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkoKAYuaOF0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4148857875346228913?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4148857875346228913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4148857875346228913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4148857875346228913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues_12.html' title='The Road Trip Log continues...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S3W4IOtrEzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u7uDZcUlSew/s72-c/01+Wyoming+Highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8876889879725940754</id><published>2010-02-07T17:08:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:17:20.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mount rushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='custer state park'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log Continues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we woke up in our cabin and finally got to take in our surroundings. If you remember from the last post, we arrived at the Elk Haven Horse Camp around 2/3am in a storm. It had been so dark we couldn't see that the view was pretty sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S286qAGaAxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sL2Aov_pcEo/s1600-h/02+Elk+Haven+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S286qAGaAxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sL2Aov_pcEo/s320/02+Elk+Haven+View.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435627768515265298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dressed and re-packed the car. Duddy and I said hello to our new friend Chester, who was staying right behind our cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S287UQn3efI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5hXQxxLDcw8/s1600-h/07+Chester5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S287UQn3efI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5hXQxxLDcw8/s320/07+Chester5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628494505081330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, waking up to such a large friend peeking in the window was a bit of a shock. We checked out the cute shop by the office, climbed back into Maggie's car, and made our way backwards to see the things we missed due to our loss of time the previous day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S288zS7x9hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SY1eA37rPbM/s1600-h/17+Mountain+Tunnel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S288zS7x9hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SY1eA37rPbM/s320/17+Mountain+Tunnel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435630127213049362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tunnel on the way down the mountain. Imagine seeing this for the first time in the darkness of a thunder/lightning storm. Scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S288Bp-ayrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/u4uqiVSC3aw/s1600-h/11+Rushmore+From+Afar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S288Bp-ayrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/u4uqiVSC3aw/s320/11+Rushmore+From+Afar1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435629274404670130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10:32- On I-90E on our way back to see the Badlands. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We got a glimpse of Mt. Rushmore after driving down the mountain that Elk Haven is on.&lt;/span&gt; (That glimpse of a mountain between the trees is Mount Rushmore.) Plans to go back to Keystone, SD have been considered. Duddy's on first shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S28-2oFhM1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UityT0BAItU/s1600-h/39+Us+at+Badlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S28-2oFhM1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UityT0BAItU/s320/39+Us+at+Badlands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435632383453901650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S28_AeMRsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/33jb5BvudKk/s1600-h/45+Jump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S28_AeMRsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/33jb5BvudKk/s320/45+Jump1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435632552596582466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Above:&lt;/span&gt; The awesomesweetmagnificent Bandlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Below:&lt;/span&gt; Wall Drug- a tourist trap that had billboards for a few hundred miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29AseZz5vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LxT5xmVDO0s/s1600-h/62+Wall+Drug+Billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29AseZz5vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LxT5xmVDO0s/s320/62+Wall+Drug+Billboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435634408079222514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29Asu8ZxTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZAqDpudIbo0/s1600-h/65+Me+on+Jackelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29Asu8ZxTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZAqDpudIbo0/s320/65+Me+on+Jackelope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435634412519277874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQxIXw38Hyg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQxIXw38Hyg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:41- We have done the Badlands and stopped at Wall Drug. Maggie starts her shift.&lt;br /&gt;2:45- Back in Keystone. Back up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29QjNyjBmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d_paYD6ORGw/s1600-h/76+Me+and+Rushmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29QjNyjBmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d_paYD6ORGw/s320/76+Me+and+Rushmore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435651841186793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29Q28rqX2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xM7aYhDBLi0/s1600-h/79+Duddy+Lincoln1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29Q28rqX2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xM7aYhDBLi0/s320/79+Duddy+Lincoln1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435652180191895394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duddy was the only one with the guts to wear her costume without the rest of us. We tore the car apart looking for my Roosevelt costume, but couldn't find it. Somewhere in Custer State Park later in the day, it turned out that it was in the one place we didn't look- my laptop case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:23- Just left Mt. Rushmore. I forgot my costume, so we'll have to do it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29TJbVx74I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zVDkpax5Tus/s1600-h/87+Burros5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29TJbVx74I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zVDkpax5Tus/s320/87+Burros5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435654696682516354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5:10- We might have taken a wrong turn out of Mt. Rushmore. We are now back on track! TO WYOMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5:39- Wild donkies! (Also known as burros, but whatever.) Duddy fed them animal crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:44- Deer &amp; baby. (This was all that was written. I don't remember what it means.)&lt;br /&gt;5:54- Obtained our license at Custer State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29UvQGIQAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UJEJq4ag2aU/s1600-h/100+Buffalos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29UvQGIQAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UJEJq4ag2aU/s320/100+Buffalos6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656446010736642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6:28- BUFFALLO!!!! (This was underlined four times. We were really excited about this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:39- Literally less than 5 ft. from buffalos.&lt;br /&gt;7:50- I found my Roosevelt costume in my laptop bag. I am so pissed I forgot I put it there. My driving shift begins.&lt;br /&gt;11:25- I drove about 250-300 miles to the NEAREST fast food place- Burger King. Turns out they aren't open after 11. And the Arby's across the street wasn't open, either. Damnit, Wheatland! After asking a couple girls behind Arby's where we could get some eats ("Maverik is awesome. They have hot dogs."), we went off to find Maverik, a gas station shop that turned out to be Wyoming's answer to Wawa, but better. (They had frozen yogurt machines! :D) Trying to navigate an apparent no-left-turn intersection caused me to turn right on red, which I wasn't sure was cool in Wyoming, and turn around in the tiny lot of a Century 21 office. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29VwbaBIFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1Iesk-sZG4k/s1600-h/127+Post+Breakdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29VwbaBIFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1Iesk-sZG4k/s320/127+Post+Breakdown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435657565738442834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cop promptly pulled up behind us and I said something loud (with the windows open) like "No fucking way" or "You gotta be kidding me", which, in retrospect, might have been why the cop was smiling (sort of leering) at me when he asked "Are you lost?" We told him that we were going to the Maverik across the street and he went on his way. About 25 seconds later, we were in the Maverik parking lot and I was alternatively hysterically laughing and sobbing. (Photo is me in the parking lot of the Maverik.) My second strange little breakdown in 2 days. just this one was worse. (The first one was while I drove up the mountain the night of Day 2.) I still don't know what the fuck that was. Duddy took over the driving. As Duddy was backing out of the parking space, she ran over my laptop. We didn't know at the time how bad this was at the time because the battery was already dead and I couldn't see anything physically wrong with it. Turns out my screen was fucked, but as long as I didn't need to see what I was doing, the laptop worked just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29VfOTtYEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NPxJj8NHJCs/s1600-h/Broken+laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S29VfOTtYEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NPxJj8NHJCs/s320/Broken+laptop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435657270164545602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8876889879725940754?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8876889879725940754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8876889879725940754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8876889879725940754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues_07.html' title='The Road Trip Log Continues....'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S286qAGaAxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sL2Aov_pcEo/s72-c/02+Elk+Haven+View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-637819221245456469</id><published>2010-02-01T15:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:25:02.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missouri river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='log'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississippi river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisconsin'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip Log continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30- Leave our motel an hour behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;7:48- Over the Mississippi and into Minnesota! Progress!&lt;br /&gt;8:48- "All the Mexicans here are cows." - Duddy. We are weirded out and slightly relieved by the lack of ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2c9xjtWw6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6T5yYvS2b_4/s1600-h/4+Wind+Farm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2c9xjtWw6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6T5yYvS2b_4/s320/4+Wind+Farm3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433379397054153634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8:56- Wind farms are creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:32- Kellie starts her first driving shift.&lt;br /&gt;11:49- "We have ice ice baby", sign at Minnesota gas station we stopped at.&lt;br /&gt;12:08- "ONLY 355 more miles to WALL DRUG",  Minnesota billboard.&lt;br /&gt;12:38- "Your butt was warm last night, it was nice."- Maggie to Duddy&lt;br /&gt;12:40- South Dakota! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;12;47- "Aw Shucks, just stop at the Corn Palace"- South Dakota billboard.&lt;br /&gt;1:57- "201 miles to WALL DRUG" billboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2c-jFRcY4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/JoCPwX3so9E/s1600-h/11+Poisonous+Snakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2c-jFRcY4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/JoCPwX3so9E/s320/11+Poisonous+Snakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433380247877477250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3:54- Done with lunch. Duddy starts her shift. (The photo is where we stopped for lunch on the Missouri River.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50- After doubling back over 3 hours because Laura left her wallet at a gas station, we are on our way west once more. (After Duddy's 3-hour shift, we stopped for gas. Laura had the group bank card for group purchases such as gas and hotel rooms. She realized her wallet was missing. We tore the car apart looking for it and eventually found the receipt for the last gas station we were at. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2dB9tBOPBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2hTzfAQAa3w/s1600-h/9+Laura+Pumping+Gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2dB9tBOPBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2hTzfAQAa3w/s320/9+Laura+Pumping+Gas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433384003758341138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is Laura pumping gas. Right after the photo was taken, she got gas on her hands and put her wallet down on the back of the car...and left it there. We found the phone number for that station on our receipt and asked them if they found a red wallet. They had. The only thing we could do at that point was double back three hours and push back our plans to see the Badlands to the next day, even though we would have to pass them to get to our accommodations for the night- the Elk Haven Horse camp. After many frustrated, quiet hours of extra driving, we made it to Keystone, SD and slowly made our way up the mountain to the camp. It was dark, it was raining, there was lots of creepy thunder and lightening, the excessive tight turns, single-lane rock tunnels, and pig-tail bridges were insane, and the drive up was intense, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJWM1OvMFMQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJWM1OvMFMQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3's log will have photos from the mountain during the day, which is actually very pretty and not creepy at all. And you can see Mount Rushmore in the distance on some of the turns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-637819221245456469?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/637819221245456469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/637819221245456469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/637819221245456469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-log-continues.html' title='The Road Trip Log continues...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2c9xjtWw6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6T5yYvS2b_4/s72-c/4+Wind+Farm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-3320894579853540559</id><published>2010-01-31T16:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:59:20.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illinois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese balls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pennsylvania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisconsin'/><title type='text'>FINALLY! The Road Trip Log!!</title><content type='html'>I started this on my laptop in the car pretty much as soon as we left my apartment on Day One. I would open it up and type up the little things that were fun and exciting. This was partially for a cool blog entry, partially because I didn't want to Twitter everything (which would have been impossible a lot of the time considering cell phone reception was hard to come by), and partially because I wanted a step-by-step log to remind myself of the fun little things that happened when I look back on the trip in the years to come. Once my laptop became sickly and the screen bled to death (we ran over it with the car), I kept a written log just like this one in a notebook and on my phone. I've typed it up and added in my tweets and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2XxofNZ95I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Exxn1Rd15gQ/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2XxofNZ95I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Exxn1Rd15gQ/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433014203367159698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting one day at a time. I had it all together, but it turned out to be much longer than I anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any pictures on day one for some reason, so the one I have here is stolen from Maggie's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One:&lt;br /&gt;3:25- Laura and I just packed the car. We had a skunk friend gallavanting around the parking lot while we did it. :O&lt;br /&gt;4:23- Everybody fell asleep. So now it's just me sitting here bored and waiting to wake them up. I just painted my nails. :D&lt;br /&gt;5:15- We leave my apartment. Maggie loses the hot-potato game and drives first.&lt;br /&gt;5:30- After grabbing Dunkin Donuts from some SUPER Indian drive-thru people which we barely understood, we actually get on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2X68H-KzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MPUBVHDC1Hs/s1600-h/6416_825386965829_8850837_47253590_4224589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2X68H-KzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MPUBVHDC1Hs/s320/6416_825386965829_8850837_47253590_4224589_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433024436331269634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6:15- I shove as many cheeseballs as possible into my mouth. Laura wins the bet with 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:23- "Now I can't think of one good reason to go to Wisconsin." "How about it takes you to South Dakota?" "...YES." Currently: still in PA.&lt;br /&gt;7:12- I am the first to realize a bathroom break is pending.&lt;br /&gt;7:35- I couldn't hold it anymore. Thank you, Blue Mountain Service Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;7:55- I showed Laura how to pump gas. She is the trip bitch 'cause she still can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;8:11- We are definitely in mountain country. We have gone through three tunnels in the last 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;8:12- "Look at that one! It's really pointy!" - Laura&lt;br /&gt;8:18- Duddy's pink crayon has broken. "I will prevail. The crayon will not best me."&lt;br /&gt;8:23- I have to poop again.&lt;br /&gt;8:40- Kellie starts to drive; Laura takes over scribe duties.&lt;br /&gt;8:48- Saw a dead deer in the back of a truck.&lt;br /&gt;9:08- We passed our first cop speeding and didn't get pulled over. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;9:11- Laura eats her first cheese stick, one of many. It's kickass. &lt;br /&gt;9:33- We saw a town. Civilization!&lt;br /&gt;10:59- "Pittsburgh can suck it!" - Kellie flips the bird.&lt;br /&gt;11:00- Ohio Line 12 miles.&lt;br /&gt;11:09- OHIO!!! We made it!&lt;br /&gt;11:47- Lunch time!&lt;br /&gt;12:30- Back on the road. Duddy's turn driving. I promptly fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;3:10- Woke up just in time to witness the car passing into Indiana!&lt;br /&gt;4:05- Maggie's second shift begins.&lt;br /&gt;4:38- Laura admits to pooping in a public bathroom for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;4:48- Illinois! So far we've seen about 30 billboards for Krazy Kaplan's Fireworks and a bunch for strip clubs and porn websites.&lt;br /&gt;4:51- Maggie: "Who are these people?!"   Kellie: "Chicago drivers."    Maggie: "Filth. Absolute filth."&lt;br /&gt;5:33- Kellie starts her second driving shift.&lt;br /&gt;6:00- Passed the Jonas Brothers at the Allstate Arena in Chicago. Kellie had a tween moment.&lt;br /&gt;7:28- WISCONSIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7:35- Made a slight mistake getting off the highway randomly to switch drivers. From now on we stop at rest stops, but it was fun doing 1/2 of a Chinese fire drill. Duddy starts her second shift.&lt;br /&gt;10:53- We are strewn about our motel room watching Sex and the City at the Best Nights Inn in Sparta, WI and scarfing down Pizza Hut. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-3320894579853540559?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/3320894579853540559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-road-trip-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3320894579853540559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3320894579853540559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-road-trip-log.html' title='FINALLY! The Road Trip Log!!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S2XxofNZ95I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Exxn1Rd15gQ/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-1047921027050610604</id><published>2010-01-23T15:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:02:46.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journeys kidz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i got screwed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Hmph.</title><content type='html'>I always forget about this blog for a couple weeks/months. It might have something to do with the fact that I still don't have internet in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DO have in my apartment is a new roommate, my boyfriend, Nick, and a new cat, Neville Longbottom. Observe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S1tfiIdQu4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DfXvyagL8uY/s1600-h/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S1tfiIdQu4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DfXvyagL8uY/s320/Us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430038815715670914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S1tjXxquidI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gjob-Tkj4qw/s1600-h/Neville2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S1tjXxquidI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gjob-Tkj4qw/s320/Neville2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430043035845954002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is still at my mother's because she never gave her back after puppy-sitting her while I was going crazy at work over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I intended to blog about when I opened the Blogger window on my Mac in this Panera Bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was promoted to store manager of the Journeys Kidz store in the Monmouth mall ooooon... I think it was November 6th. I walked into a hellhole. The stock room was a hot mess and the staff wasn't much better. Over the next few months, I worked my ass off trying to keep the store afloat. I had staff meetings, I wrote people up, I stayed until 2:30 in the morning trying to get the stock room in order. No matter what I did, I just couldn't keep up. After the holiday craziness was over, I set a goal to have the stock room in order and to complete all of the things on my massive to-do list by the end of January. I wanted to start the new fiscal year with a clean, neat slate. I never got the chance to do that. Instead, I got suspended and ultimately fired because either a part-timer I had for 2-weeks during the holidays or more likely my co-manager stole about $8300 worth of product. I worked so incredibly hard to go nowhere. I was basically put in that store to fail because there was no way I could have done anything more to stop what happened. Keith told me himself he doesn't think I stole anything, but I was the store manager and I had to be held accountable. The entire staff was fired. Me, my co, and the five part-timers I had at the time. It's been a little over a week since I've worked. I miss my store. It sucked the life out of me, but you know what, I loved my job. I'll miss it just like I missed working for the company after high school. Before all of the missing shoes started happening, I thought I would be in that store for years. I thought I would start school up again after the holidays and finish out school while working for this company. I had plans of hitting my sales goals and making my SOPs and hitting that $100,000 increase so I could go to Nashville for the company meeting. But nope- instead I'm applying for unemployment and frantically searching for a job that paid as well as my management one. I'm back to square one because a silly little girl couldn't take her job (or MY job) seriously. I worked so hard to get screwed as she looked me in the eye and told ridiculous excuses and stories time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair and it sucks. But I have a man that loves me more than I deserve and friends that are pretty okay with the fact that he's attached to me at the hip these days. I have a great support system around me and I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta find that new job. Back to CareerBuilder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-1047921027050610604?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/1047921027050610604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1047921027050610604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1047921027050610604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmph.html' title='Hmph.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/S1tfiIdQu4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DfXvyagL8uY/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-2341872325906159551</id><published>2009-10-13T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:34:22.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Geez Louise...</title><content type='html'>My last post was a while ago, huh? Well, that album is indeed amazing and I've been listening to it pretty much daily. So, yeah. Full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my road trip blog eventually. I just never feel like sitting and typing it up. I hardly pick up my laptop when I'm home anymore. Even as I type this entry I'm simply bored at work. Tuesday mornings aren't really that busy, as I'm sure you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, AH! I've forgotten. I never even blogged about this job before! So let's just sum this bitch up and move on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After we returned from the road trip, I packed up and moved back to Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;2. During/after all that, I was interviewing and crap to be Duddy's co at the Journeys Kidz store in the Woodbridge mall (my current blogging location).&lt;br /&gt;3. Got the job, started in late August. But, alas, I will not be staying here. I'm simply in training to get my own store. The Kidz store in Monmouth.&lt;br /&gt;4. This promotion might be happening at the end of this week. That's scary/exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to put this on pause. The AT&amp;T guy is here to fix the store's DSL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any more time to do this today. ...That's a lie. I do. I just don't feel like getting into anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-2341872325906159551?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/2341872325906159551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/10/geez-louise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2341872325906159551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2341872325906159551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/10/geez-louise.html' title='Geez Louise...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-7306994777630340016</id><published>2009-07-07T01:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:33:53.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 29th.</title><content type='html'>I am ridiculously excited for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SlLeFlxPa7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/62sxuJonx50/s1600-h/3664161752_b720ae2792_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SlLeFlxPa7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/62sxuJonx50/s320/3664161752_b720ae2792_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587094516296626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-7306994777630340016?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/7306994777630340016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/07/september-29th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7306994777630340016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7306994777630340016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/07/september-29th.html' title='September 29th.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SlLeFlxPa7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/62sxuJonx50/s72-c/3664161752_b720ae2792_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8490805082317715125</id><published>2009-07-04T03:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:58:52.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landlord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior design'/><title type='text'>Almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>I didn't update this thing with some big news that has happened recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I had a slight hair malfunction. And when I say "slight hair malfunction" I mean my spontaneous tendencies finally backfired and I completely fucked up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the East Brunswick Square Mall by myself during a weekend in Jersey. I stopped by the salon by JCPenney on a whim (which was a bad idea to begin with, since everyone knows that salon is bad news) and asked "What's the loosest, biggest curl you can achieve with a perm?" You can see where this story is going. The woman I talked to was the manager and seemed very knowledgeable about perms and what sort of results I was looking for. So I booked a perm immediately, ran home to tell my mother (my cell was dead and I ended up having to call her from the house phone 'cause she wasn't there, anyway) and ran back to begin. The woman that ended up actually doing my hair was not the woman I originally spoke with- this one was Asian and I think there was a misunderstanding or mistranslation of my request- and she ended up giving me a spiral perm and cutting off only some of the length. I had asked her to cut it much shorter, but she kept saying "I like it long," which is never a good sign when your stylist doesn't listen to you. Long story short, I'm glad she DIDN'T cut it as much as I wanted because I ended up having to cut off all of the length I had worked so hard to grow out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8HAyvtuKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gUX0boD4Sw4/s1600-h/CIMG0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8HAyvtuKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gUX0boD4Sw4/s320/CIMG0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354506192170104994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8HKNWmVgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vG5FJbKc550/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8HKNWmVgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vG5FJbKc550/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354506353931343362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I guess I'm a okay with it because I'd been craving a big change anyway and I washed a lot of the curl out as soon as I got home from the salon. It's just ballz (see previous post on correct usage of this term) that this whole deal was meant to make my life EASIER on the road trip because I wouldn't have to spend so much time on my hair. Which is exactly the opposite of the result. Now I'll have to spend a bunch of time either fixing my curls or straightening it. And I can't really throw it up anymore. And I don't know how I'll style it to be cute in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Vegas... Vegas dress/outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8IEltzm4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xirZcdvtfMs/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8IEltzm4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xirZcdvtfMs/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354507356903545730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FACT: This was post-perm and pre-hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Remember that "ghetto" apartment I saw on the day I went to see 9 to 5? Well, after going to see it a second time, we've reached a deal. I'll be moving in on August 1st! Here's my original pros/cons list with some updates in italics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacious studio &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(My mind had remembered it bigger, but it's still a good size.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can paint all walls &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(He's going to paint it for me! Sweeeeet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice kitchen on two walls&lt;br /&gt;SWEET 50+ year old retro fridge&lt;br /&gt;Dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Friendly, nice landlord &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(He is seriously the NICEST guy and apparently, has a 22-year-old son that loves kids and animals. God, I hope he's cute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good location on Matchaponix Rd. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Let me revise- GREAT location.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privately owned, so I wouldn't need a credit check&lt;br /&gt;Good price ($900 including all utilities) (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We actually got him down to $850!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlord more than willing to put in shelves and basically anything I ask him to install&lt;br /&gt;Two nice, big windows and one smaller window&lt;br /&gt;Patio (though this could also be a con because it's concrete and ugly) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This is definitely a pro because I found a great outdoor carpet and I'll find some cute outdoor furniture- maybe a hammock- and some outdoor lighting to make it adorable!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small yard (also could be a con because there's really no fence and there's debris and we saw a garden snake slithering his way around...EEK!) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm still undecided about the pro-ness of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy would be allowed&lt;br /&gt;Long wall with closet bar all the way across &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I have SO MANY HANGERS to buy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple carpet (Kind of a dark plum color, which, I must admit, has kinda grown on me the more I think about it) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(In reality, it's a tad lighter and brighter than I remembered, but still decent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom separate (I'd have to go out a door and through a little entryway that the upstairs girl uses to the washer/dryer area)&lt;br /&gt;NO SINK in bathroom (This baffles me. The guy said he'd put one in for me, but still) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(He's going to put in a cute pedestal sink once he gets back from a weekend away this week. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird linoleum that covers about half of the apartment (Just the kitchen area would be fine, but it's a little too much) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(After a second look, I've decided the design isn't that bad and, besides, I got a cheap chenille carpet from Urban Outfitters for where I'm putting my bedroom area.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside looks like crap &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This is okay. It'll make it that much more of a pleasant surprise when visitors actually go INSIDE and see how cute I've designed it. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm really happy about this decision and I can't wait to move back to Jersey! I'm moving on August 1st, so we'll have the whole of August to clean up this apartment in order to get the security back. It's all working out and I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to do an interior design brainstorming post. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8490805082317715125?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8490805082317715125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8490805082317715125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8490805082317715125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sk8HAyvtuKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gUX0boD4Sw4/s72-c/CIMG0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-7953452417920435907</id><published>2009-07-04T03:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:20:28.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbeque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Ballz.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I made the subject "Ballz." I just did. Lately, I've been using it as slang for "oh, that sucks" or "man, that's awful." It's been a word Laura, Maggie, Duddy, and I have been using, so I guess it's going to be around for a while since we all usually influence each other that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I didn't go to my cousin Sharon's annual 4th of July BBQ (which, funny enough, was held on the 3rd of July this year). I didn't go last year. Actually, I don't know if I was even invited last year. Hm. Besides that, I've gone a few times and this year I finally decided to NOT deal with the awkwardness. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every family function, I am in the middle. If I had gone to this barbeque, I probably would have been the only person there under 30 and over, say, 16, depending on how old my cousin's ex-step-daughter is now. I never have anyone to talk to other than my mother, brother, brother's girlfriend, aunt, and cousins, and it's always the same questions when I do talk to them. Where am I going to school? What classes am I taking? How is it going? Are you working? Which, I'm sure, is how most people's family gatherings are like at this age. But after those questions have been answered (Sanford-Brown, yeah it's just a technical school; right now I'm taking Medical Coding &amp; Billing and Psychology; it's going well, I have a 4.0; no, I'm not working, but I hope to get a job at Journeys after I move back to Jersey), there's nothing left to talk about. I end up just watching everyone else's conversations about their kids and grown-up lives and Sharon and her husband's joking around with their volleyball friends. It's just weird for me to be there. I'm not one of those people that can jump into everyone's conversations flawlessly. I fall flat on my face if I even attempt being that person. I accept that. So this year, I didn't even go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been nice to have some free food, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe next year I'll go. Even if it's only for the cheeseburgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-7953452417920435907?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/7953452417920435907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/07/ballz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7953452417920435907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7953452417920435907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/07/ballz.html' title='Ballz.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-2673707615088147873</id><published>2009-06-19T01:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:00:51.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Don't take the bulimia thing seriously, folks...</title><content type='html'>A girl that follows me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kiwikellie"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; copied and pasted my music artist list from my myspace page onto her own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:40 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave a message on the girl's profile: "Wow, I didn't realize we have the EXACT SAME music tastes. Weird..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:40 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO... weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that she did take out some of the musicals, though. I guess she's not as into theatre as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with kids these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:42 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:42 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing we can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:42 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:42 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should send her a video of our performance of Footloose. It will be inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:43 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. That's how Michael Phelps won all of those gold medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:43 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:43 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, man. I'm gonna have to comment that on twitter. I'm not her myspace friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:48 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I twittered it. I tried to make it sound less bitchy. I included a ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:49 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's just gonna stalk you extra hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:49 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:49 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:49 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know there'll be paparazzi outside my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:49 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be like "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:50 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing inspires you to lose weight like paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:50 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Look at Britney. Girl had to have been pukin' or somethin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:52 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 1:52 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just brush your teeth a lot. That stomach acid is a bitch on teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:53 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 1:53 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-2673707615088147873?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/2673707615088147873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-take-bulimia-thing-seriously-folks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2673707615088147873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2673707615088147873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-take-bulimia-thing-seriously-folks.html' title='Don&apos;t take the bulimia thing seriously, folks...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-1970632368873834276</id><published>2009-06-18T14:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:19:43.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><title type='text'>Iiiiiiiiiiinteresting.</title><content type='html'>So as it turns out, I am less likely to cheat on my diet on days that I have exercised. This is only based on two days of research and study, but is a surprising theory nonetheless. Far from my hypothesis, which was as such: I would feel better and less guilty about cheating because I worked out. Which is technically true because I had some Oreos before bed last night. But that's because it was after midnight and Thursday is the only day of the week I'm allowing myself to have Oreos. I am justified. So instead of cheating a lot because I somehow feel like I can because I've working out, it's just the opposite- I don't want to cheat because I don't want to cancel out the exercise. That's kind of obvious if you want to lose weight, but cheating on a diet has always been something that has come easily for me. So sue me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm getting at is my goal to work out 10 days in a row. I'm mostly planning on using my pilates DVDs and "The Firm" DVDs I got from Laura's sister at the yard sale*, but I could also take Lucy for a nice long walk at the park. I really just want to participate in some sort of moving around for 10 days in a row. I want to prove to myself that A. I can set a fitness goal and reach it, and B. Convince myself that I am capable of doing this weight loss thing. I mean, I know I can do it, I just need to learn how to be my own cheerleader and less of a "BOOOOOO! YOU SUCK!"-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Yard Sale. This is what I wanted to blog about earlier in the week, but I never felt like sitting down and typing it out. Right now I'm cooling down from my workout before I take a nice shower and then eat something diety, yet delicious. So this is an opportune blogging moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday I drove to Jersey with some shi- I mean, some valuable items that I didn't want to keep anymore. I got to my mother's house and we looked in her basement for some more stuff (we ended up finding more than I anticipated), loaded it in my car with a fold-up card table for the next morning, and I drove off to Laura's to pick her up for sign-hanging business. After sign-hanging, we went our separate ways and to bed. The next morning, I got up bright and early and drove to Laura's house, unloaded my car, and drove BACK to my mother's to pick up some stuff that wouldn't fit in with the first car load. So then it was back to Laura's. We set up, sold some stuff, played some Harry Potter Uno (&lt;3), and had to pack up early because it started raining. Despite the rain, it had been a nice day temperature-wise and it was really fun sitting on a blanket on Laura's front lawn. I got a little color on the tops of my shoulders and made $54 that day. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was Saturday. Sunday was a different story. We set up a little later, which meant I got to sleep a little bit. We set up, but Maggie never showed 'cause she "didn't feel good" (ie- she wanted to sleep). So it was just Laura and me and we hung out and did a puzzle. Her mom made us tuna sandwiches for lunch (SO YUM) and we stopped the ice cream truck. It was such a nice day out and it took us HOURS to finish the puzzle (I left to go to my aunt's for coffee and then I came back and we didn't finish until 3am), but it was a really great day. I had a nice weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sjq6qNm5RVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KeuYYhw7Ngo/s1600-h/IMG00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sjq6qNm5RVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KeuYYhw7Ngo/s320/IMG00152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348792741825955154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the right is around 6:30pm. We had been working on it for a very long time at this point and I had to leave. We ended up carrying it onto her back porch so we could finish it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sjq6qayYXhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RXFC2IdHZB4/s1600-h/IMG00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sjq6qayYXhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RXFC2IdHZB4/s320/IMG00153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348792745363791378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I came back, Laura was playing Apples to Apples (ridiculously fun) with her brother, sister, and sister's boyfriend, so I joined in. We played for a little while, maybe an hour or two. I didn't want to stop 'cause I had never played that game before and I loved it, but eventually everyone else left Laura and me to our puzzle. To the right is the finished masterpiece. It's missing 5 pieces, but after I took this we found one underneath it. So technically it's a 996 piece puzzle. Still awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-1970632368873834276?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/1970632368873834276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/iiiiiiiiiiinteresting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1970632368873834276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1970632368873834276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/iiiiiiiiiiinteresting.html' title='Iiiiiiiiiiinteresting.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sjq6qNm5RVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KeuYYhw7Ngo/s72-c/IMG00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-3328052370094825689</id><published>2009-06-09T04:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:46:12.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><title type='text'>Inspiration By Tweet.</title><content type='html'>I find myself checking back with my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kiwikellie"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; when considering what to write about here, so I've decided to just copy and paste my Twitter posts and supplement them a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4GdWvhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-bdjCbRibnc/s1600-h/CIMG0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4GdWvhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-bdjCbRibnc/s320/CIMG0650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345244856402230802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usually reading in bed makes me sleepy, but it's NOT WORKING. I have to be up around 6am. This is bad. I'll finish my book at this rate. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;11:55 PM Jun 6th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night. I read a bunch of The Mysterious Benedict Society, which is the first book in a children's series that I stumbled upon at Barnes &amp; Noble. I tried to go to bed around 9pm because I had to get up in the morning to get cute, basically. I wanted to have time to curl my hair and spend a little more time than usual on my make-up. I couldn't fall asleep until about 4, I think. Maybe even later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's only 9am and I'm already up, dressed, hair done, and in Jersey on my way with my mother to see an apartment. Still to come: NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9:12 AM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning. I actually got up and moving around 6:30. I did my hair, which took longer than expected, but I saved time because I had my whole outfit set out the night before. I should do that more often. I drove to my mother's house, so that we could go look at an apartment that she found. I'll do a pros/cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacious studio&lt;br /&gt;Can paint all walls&lt;br /&gt;Nice kitchen on two walls&lt;br /&gt;SWEET 50+ year old retro fridge&lt;br /&gt;Dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Friendly, nice landlord&lt;br /&gt;Good location on Matchaponix Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Privately owned, so I wouldn't need a credit check&lt;br /&gt;Good price ($900 including all utilities)&lt;br /&gt;Landlord more than willing to put in shelves and basically anything I ask him to install&lt;br /&gt;Two nice, big windows and one smaller window&lt;br /&gt;Patio (though this could also be a con because it's concrete and ugly)&lt;br /&gt;Small yard (also could be a con because there's really no fence and there's debris and we saw a garden snake slithering his way around...EEK!)&lt;br /&gt;Lucy would be allowed&lt;br /&gt;Long wall with closet bar all the way across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple carpet (Kind of a dark plum color, which, I must admit, has kinda grown on me the more I think about it)&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom separate (I'd have to go out a door and through a little entryway that the upstairs girl uses to the washer/dryer area)&lt;br /&gt;NO SINK in bathroom (This baffles me. The guy said he'd put one in for me, but still)&lt;br /&gt;Weird linoleum that covers about half of the apartment (Just the kitchen area would be fine, but it's a little too much)&lt;br /&gt;Outside looks like crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy wants to rent for July, but we just can't pull that off financially and I'll be gone for 11 days in July anyway. We told him, ya know, best of luck for July. If he can rent it, great, if not, we'll be in touch. But he'd have to install a sink and move out some stray furniture and clean up a bit before I move in. Even though, I don't know how he can plan on renting it out for July with all the work that needs to be done. He has limited time if he wants someone to move in July 1st. But we'll see. The cons are fewer than the pros, but they're important things. Needless to say, the hunt continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On the way to the train station. Nice day out. This should be a good day. PS- I might be moving into a ghetto apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;11:15 AM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Duddy was driving, her mother in the passenger's seat, and I was in the back. The weather on Sunday was beautiful. A little hot, but we were walking a lot in the city and you can't expect an out-of-shape person like me NOT to sweat in those circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At 9 to 5: The Musical. Lights just went down in the theatre. Here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2:08 PM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intermission. Amazing. Simply amazing. Now back to the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3:40 PM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show WAS AMAZING. I can't even explain it. The actors, music, and choreography were fantastic. It was funny and sweet and definitely FEMALE POWER. Haha. We loved it. I'd love to go see it again with my mom, 'cause I think she would love it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4rgYELI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wbO9X-mgX_A/s1600-h/CIMG0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4rgYELI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wbO9X-mgX_A/s320/CIMG0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345244866347012274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After the show, we walked a bunch in search of PinkBerry. About 40 blocks later, we're at Ollie's and hopefully close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5:50 PM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SERIOUSLY NEVER WALKED SO MUCH IN MY LIFE. Ollie's was the best Chinese food I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4CF5a5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/bVivsgziYIY/s1600-h/CIMG0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4CF5a5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/bVivsgziYIY/s320/CIMG0657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345244855230098322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/duddykins"&gt;duddykins&lt;/a&gt; I luff you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5:51 PM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting next to Duddy at Ollie's and she yelled at me for twittering so much. She kept getting text messages from Twitter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/6v22b"&gt;http://twitpic.com/6v22b&lt;/a&gt; - From intermission. We're pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6:11 PM Jun 7th from TwitPic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/6v6pz"&gt;http://twitpic.com/6v6pz&lt;/a&gt; - A mocha devil's food cupcake and a caramel cupcake. YUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;7:00 PM Jun 7th from TwitPic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PinkBerry was decent. I got green tea frozen yogurt with Fruity Pebbles, almonds, and granola. I probably would have enjoyed the original (vanilla) yogurt better. Magnolia Bakery was amazing, yet expensive. I'd really love to go there again. Also- the Upper West Side is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Train home. Feet hurt. So tired. I can't even imagine how many miles we walked today. I still have to drive home tonight! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8:16 PM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was around the time Duddy's mom got grumpy. I'm not going to get into that here. I'd rather remember the good parts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final stage of the day. Driving home. About an hour left and I'll be in my bed. Yaaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;11:17 PM Jun 7th from txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost, ALMOST, crashed at my mom's while I was there to pick up Lucy. She spent the day at Gramma's and had tons of fun running around the backyard, chasing kitties, and swimming in the pool. But anyway, I'm glad I decided to get the drive over with. I got to pass out in my own bed, in my own PJs, with my puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am getting so good at predicting exactly how long it'll take me to get home. Geez, I amaze myself. PS- I love bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;12:16 AM Jun 8th from tx&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;This was 59 minutes after I twittered saying I had about an hour until I was home in bed. I'm damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-3328052370094825689?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/3328052370094825689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration-by-tweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3328052370094825689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3328052370094825689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration-by-tweet.html' title='Inspiration By Tweet.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Si4f4GdWvhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-bdjCbRibnc/s72-c/CIMG0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-2318254670463378278</id><published>2009-06-05T21:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:33:46.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><title type='text'>$11.29 worth of deliciousness.</title><content type='html'>Hello, webernetz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed the above two words before leaving for about an hour. I went to Checkers and got three orders of large fries, a chocolate milkshake, and a root beer. That should last me a couple of hours. Mmmmmm. Compare your dinner to mine and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to write about my day yesterday. I updated my twitter last night with the following: "T'was a looong day. Saw some apartments, did some shopping, went to dinner, played a couple board games, and hung out. Fun. Finally in bed." That was at 3:25 am. I was pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up between 9 and 9:30 and took a shower. I had gotten up a little late and had intended to leave around 9:30, but I ended up leaving around 10, I think. Maybe 10:30. I got to Duddy's place at 11:30 and watched her finish her Chamber of Secrets video game. Duddy, Pete, and I left and got in his van, which promptly had a seizure and kept trying to lock the doors even though they were already locked. So we switched to Duddy's car and drove to the Hunter's Glen apartment complex. We got there minutes before our 12:30 appointment, which didn't really matter anyway because the woman I talked to on the phone was apparently at a call center or something and didn't tell anyone we were coming. But a very lovely women took my information and showed us a sample one-bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hunter's Glen (Plainsboro, NJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice apartments&lt;br /&gt;Good size&lt;br /&gt;Decent closet size (2)&lt;br /&gt;Washer/dryer in unit&lt;br /&gt;Decent price ($799/month)&lt;br /&gt;Pool and fitness center for one-time $125 fee&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful park nearby&lt;br /&gt;Balcony/patio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farther away than I originally wanted&lt;br /&gt;$300 one-time, $35/month pet fee&lt;br /&gt;No utilities included in rent&lt;br /&gt;Same awful beige carpets as current apartment&lt;br /&gt;Can only paint one wall of each room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we saw a couple others, but they weren't even worth mentioning. The other apartment we saw that I'm considering is the same complex that Duddy and Pete want and plan to move into- Glenwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glenwood (Old Bridge, NJ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good location (not too far, but far enough)&lt;br /&gt;Heat, hot water, and gas included in rent&lt;br /&gt;Decent price ($850/month for studio)&lt;br /&gt;Studio has separate sleeping "alcove"&lt;br /&gt;Hardwood floors&lt;br /&gt;Large closet, small walk-in closet, and linen closet&lt;br /&gt;Pete and Duddy would practically be my neighbors&lt;br /&gt;Can paint all walls&lt;br /&gt;Good size&lt;br /&gt;Patio/balcony (great size)&lt;br /&gt;Private entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only saw the one-bedroom (there were no studios available to see yet)&lt;br /&gt;No co-signers allowed (I'm going to try and talk to them about this)&lt;br /&gt;Technically no pets allowed, either (though Duddy and Pete know someone who lives there and he says this isn't really a rule anyone follows)&lt;br /&gt;No washer/dryer in unit&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen on single wall in living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm leaning toward Glenwood, but I really shouldn't be making that decision until I see the studio. Hopefully I can see one soon. I have plenty of time considering it's just become June and I'm not moving until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After apartment hunting, we went to Marshall's. I bought a little glass rooster (I've named him Wallace) to go with the other two, a small teapot, and a bikini top that actually fits me. My receipt says I bought something else for $9.99, but I can't remember for the life of me what else I bought. It's been driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after THAT, we went to the Rainforest Cafe at the Menlo Park Mall. Delicious and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to Duddy's house. Pete left, we picked Laura up after a while, Duddy's mother made us cake, and we played Harry Potter Clue (Laura won) and Scattergories (Laura won again). Then Duddy proceeded to fall asleep on the loveseat while Laura and I talked on the couch about road trip stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to trip: 5 WEEKS. Exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-2318254670463378278?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/2318254670463378278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/1129-worth-of-deliciousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2318254670463378278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2318254670463378278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/1129-worth-of-deliciousness.html' title='$11.29 worth of deliciousness.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-7311324084047365625</id><published>2009-06-03T03:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:50:07.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Alright, I suck.</title><content type='html'>I really meant to update this much more often than I have been. I don't know what to say about that. "Oops" should cover it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SiYphLkwjcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IqVHGXaQp1Y/s320/Hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343003657941061058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the right is a picture from a video chat with Laura. I don't like to post an entry here without a picture of some kind and this is all I got, folks. Laura and me being silly. This was probably in the late PM/early AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently went back through Maggie's old LJ and read a ton of her old entries from high school. It's funny how a word or phrase or simple mention of something can flood your head with a memory you didn't even knew you remembered. I can't think of any specific examples right this moment, but that's one reason I really wanted to start keeping a journal again. I really enjoyed going back and reading about silly day-to-day things we did back then. Things that might not have seemed important or special at the time, but now make me feel warm and fuzzy. And a little sad. Life was simple then and exponentially easier, despite the fact that we thought we had it pretty shitty. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I have the determination or dedication to actually keep up with it, but I want to try to write SOMETHING every day. If not that, then at least one weekly entry to sum up my week. I want to have something to look back on and go "Wow. I thought THAT was shitty." Haha, but really. I love reminiscing more than probably anything. I keep every movie stub and take ridiculous amounts of pointless pictures for a reason. I could stare at them for quite some time. I study every inch of the glossy surface and just think about that day. It makes me smile. And smiling, to me, is basically the most important thing in the world. I'm gonna try to give myself this... future gift, of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Hi, future me. I know you're reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- Up is an incredible movie and Pixar can take over the world, as far as I'm concerned. I'd probably be prettier in their world, anyway. Seriously, though, that movie is a cry-fest and a half. It's like in Temple of Doom when the guy rips his heart out of his chest with his bare hand. Those writers and animators knew what they were doing to us poor, unsuspecting moviegoers. It's totally unfair and a little mean and I loved every second of that movie. I &lt;3 Doug. Also Kevin and her babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-7311324084047365625?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/7311324084047365625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7311324084047365625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/7311324084047365625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-suck.html' title='Alright, I suck.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SiYphLkwjcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IqVHGXaQp1Y/s72-c/Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-1062946930797711158</id><published>2009-04-14T01:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:46:19.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston terrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucy'/><title type='text'>Um...Ew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kellie Rooney 12:12 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:12 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellie Rooney 12:12 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Lucy has her period. There's blood spots on my armchair and ottoman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:13 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! Stick a tampon in 'er!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:13 AM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, that's what I'll say when your daughter gets hers. Hopefully she won't get blood on the armchair and ottoman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellie Rooney 12:17 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH. It won't come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:18 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take it you'll be dyeing your furniture then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:21 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to type when I can't keep my legs from moving... I think I'm losing it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellie Rooney 12:21 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRAZEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellie Rooney 12:21 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll cut your legs off for ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:22 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool. It's always good to have a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellie Rooney 12:22 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF you help me cut out Lucy's goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Farrell 12:22 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No prob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-1062946930797711158?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/1062946930797711158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/04/umew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1062946930797711158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/1062946930797711158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/04/umew.html' title='Um...Ew.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-6264794387816574124</id><published>2009-04-10T14:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:52:40.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neshaminy state park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Something like :/ + :D + :p.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sd-SoZipdDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jt9QlX12edM/s320/Beach10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323134507323847730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sd-TABQF_LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L56WSdRhK1M/s320/Beach26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323134913120435378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You can see Philly in the distance towards the left in that first one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Great morning. Relaxed. This morning's park adventure was a blast. Sadly, Lucy gets to nap on the armchair while I have to tough it out and try to make it to at least 7 or 8pm before I pass out. That should fix my sleeping problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a Stouffer's veal parm meal in the microwave as I type this and I'll probably be knocking back another coffee or two soon. I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aladdin soundtrack? Yeah, I'm all about it right now. There is no emoticon that can describe my feelings about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sd-SoP-J-xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GLynYIUIDRY/s320/Beach22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323134504754871058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sd-TARxYnfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-yhTPViRQMs/s320/Beach29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323134917555035634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-6264794387816574124?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/6264794387816574124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-like-d-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6264794387816574124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6264794387816574124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-like-d-p.html' title='Something like :/ + :D + :p.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sd-SoZipdDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jt9QlX12edM/s72-c/Beach10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-207719763009481594</id><published>2009-04-10T04:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:02:15.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Wowzers.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week. I mean, I have tons of time (much more than most, anyway) to just sit at my desk and bullshit on the internet. I just wish I was sleeping on some sort of normal/sane schedule. I've been going to class 6-11pm and then staying up until 7 or 8am (sometimes even 9). Like I said, I bullshit on the internet, lay in bed and listen to &lt;a href="http://www.quickstopentertainment.com/category/smodcast/"&gt;SModcast&lt;/a&gt; (trying desperately to sleep), sometimes work out a little bit. I guess I'll try to fix that now that I have a couple days off. I'm planning on jumping in the shower and finally taking Lucy to the park once the sun rises. Maybe I'll bring my camera and if there's no one there I can take some pictures or try to put together a youtube video.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also- the five-hour school nights four days a week are becoming a little harsh. I finished up two classes- one Monday (EKG- A) and one Tuesday (Human Body: Cardiovascular, Pulmonary, &amp;amp; Lymph Systems- A). I still have a 4.0 GPA, thankyouverymuch. And Wednesday I started a new class (Human Body: Muscular, Skeletal, Nerve, &amp;amp; Integumentary Systems) and Thursday was yet another new one (Pharmacology &amp;amp; IV Therapy). These new classes are both classes I've had in the past, but either stopped going (because I was an idiot and didn't feel like waking up in the mornings) or accidentally went over my hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a past blog I mentioned a new male teacher for the Human Body class I just finished. He's great. He's a sweetheart, knows his stuff, and tells tons of corny jokes and stories, but I feel like he gets off track that way. He sticks to highlighting in the book, reading it word for word. I definitely learn better when I take notes- it helps me organize my thoughts on the page- but his way has been fine so far. He seems to like me, too, so maybe when the time comes I can ask him for a recommendation letter for the National Honors Society. I really want that for my resume and it's convenient that I have him for my new Human Body class, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pharmacology last night was...interesting. I'd practically finished the class last Sept/Oct, but I went over my hours. Basically, the objective for the class is to learn how to administer injections and you get three sheets- one for each type of injection. You have to administer each type ten times and document them on the forms, with your "patient" (classmates) signing it. I brought my forms from last fall to class with me last night. I had two forms completely finished and eight blanks left on my IM (intramuscular) sheet. Thankfully, once I showed them to my new instructor, she assured me that I won't have to re-do all of the injections. I can use my old forms. That was quite a relief because finding people to let you stick them is a difficult process, to say the least. It's basically a you-stick-me, I-stick-you policy. And I do NOT want to go through 22 injections that I've already had, thank YOU. I'll stick my 8 "patients" and sit around for the rest of the mod. Maybe I'll volunteer if I feel like I'm in a good mood. This is getting long, but I also want to mention how my teacher had almost NO lesson plans put together for the class yet and when I offered my old notes to her, she practically pounced on them. She used them word for word on the board and actually photocopied a few pages. I felt helpful, don't get me wrong, but completely and utterly bored. Though I can understand it's not her fault. She's seriously very nice and I'm pretty sure she got this class assignment at the last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing- I WILL STOP EATING SO MUCH. I WILL STOP EATING CRAP. NO MORE VENDING MACHINE FOOD AND CANDY AT SCHOOL. NO MORE MILKSHAKES AT 3AM. YOU NEED TO LOOK CUTE IN A BIKINI IN SAN FRANCISCO THIS JULY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-207719763009481594?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/207719763009481594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/04/wowzers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/207719763009481594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/207719763009481594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/04/wowzers.html' title='Wowzers.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4758947777337016676</id><published>2009-03-17T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:26:59.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/ScBp9cPLxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/4y3pPIOws-Q/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/ScBp9cPLxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/4y3pPIOws-Q/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314364064570000642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4758947777337016676?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4758947777337016676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4758947777337016676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4758947777337016676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-2009.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day 2009.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/ScBp9cPLxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/4y3pPIOws-Q/s72-c/Photo+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-3564269018429545994</id><published>2009-03-12T09:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:44:24.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish tycoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm not fit to be a business woman.</title><content type='html'>I've always enjoyed playing "Tycoon" games; like "create and run your own" City/Zoo/Theme Park games etc. So when I found Fish Tycoon for my new iPod, I was excited about it. I started playing, but something happened that always seems to happen about half an hour into my gameplay...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SbkRljnietI/AAAAAAAAACY/48g7qltLKN4/s320/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296572374121170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I SUCK! I always end up making some sort of mistake or doing something too early/late and then I have to go online and find an FAQ or Walkthrough. So I've had an FAQ up on my computer's browser for a couple of days. And I'm TRYING to make enough money to get to the next environment level, so that I can start cross-breeding my fish some more and make some pretty ones. :D I have the game on double-time, but it still takes FOREVERRRR for my baby fishies to grow up so that I can sell their slimy asses. Geez. AND I was finally getting some money together when I was playing it in bed last night, but I made a pretty stupid purchase in my sleepy haze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I started one of my two new classes last night: Cardiopulmonary Diagnostic Procedures. My Monday/Wednesday. It's pretty much just learning how to do EKGs and it seems really interesting and sort of surprisingly easy. Ever since I started at this school, teachers have been making comments about how "scary" and difficult this class is for students. After spending five hours in that class last night, I have this to say: EASY PEASY PUMPKIN SQUEEZY. So far, at least. But if this class proves to be a breeze for me, and continues to be interesting, it'll really help my decision for which ultrasound program to look into- cardiovascular or diagnostic. I haven't gotten on a machine yet and she's only really done a quick overview of the procedure. We took a bunch of notes on the heart structure, which was really simply a review because half of the class already had the anatomy class that involves the heart, which happens to be the other class I have right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Human Body: Cardiovascular, Pulmonary, &amp;amp; Lymph Systems" is my Tuesday/Thursday class and I'll be there tonight. It's with a new teacher and I think this might even be his first class. It's a male teacher, which is something I haven't had at this school yet, so we'll see how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. How could I forget? I need to get a sports bra (that covers me up fairly well) for my EKG class because underwire bras mess up the machines. We have to take our tops off in class practically every day once we start on the machines. Not cool. I don't mind doctors and other medical professionals seeing me without clothes (the they-see-it-all-day-every-day mentality comforts me), but classmates? For the most part, these people are not very mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...And I'm starting to think a woman in my class has a crush on me. But that might just be my ego. OR she just likes staring at people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-3564269018429545994?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/3564269018429545994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-fit-to-be-business-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3564269018429545994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/3564269018429545994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-fit-to-be-business-woman.html' title='I&apos;m not fit to be a business woman.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SbkRljnietI/AAAAAAAAACY/48g7qltLKN4/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8634588398204627680</id><published>2009-03-04T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:24:15.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>I apologize...to the fetish porn stars out there.</title><content type='html'>I know you fetish porn stars work hard. But it's something Maggie and I have fallen into. Accidentally on purpose, maybe, while at the same time completely unaware. As a prank on Duddy while dear Margaret was house-sitting, we filled her bedroom with balloons. I happened to take some video of some of our experience and include the footage in a youtube video. Suddenly people were viewing and commenting and favoriting this video. Why, you ask? Because there was a shit-ton of balloons and, much to our surprise, some people get off on that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 9:56 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that favorited my video with the balloons in it has also favorited this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 9:56 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBCejrB9jUM&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 9:59 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just filling you in on your demographic in case you want to shoot some more fetish videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 9:59 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.......M.......G.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informative, correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 10:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yes. Very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:01 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am 70% sure that we made someone jizz their pants with that video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 10:01 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 85% sure. That girl had 2 balloons. We had 700.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:04 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are all kinds of fetishes, too. I read an article that there's a good amount of bad blood between the poppers and the non-poppers. So we have no-poppers, I guess. And people that like LOTS of balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:04 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And running through balloons. And nudity in balloons (thanks to you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 10:04 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We covered a lot of sexy ground without knowing it. Consider the possibilities now that we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 10:05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should have made more videos and sold them for a pretty penny on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 10:05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...... hey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXACTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gas money. S'all I'm sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot about blowing up balloons! Apparently that's quite a market, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And deflating. And letting 'em fly away while deflating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easiest porn to make ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Rooney 10:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...But somehow I'd still feel dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Farrell 10:11 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there goes a possible lucrative career...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8634588398204627680?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8634588398204627680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-apologizeto-fetish-porn-stars-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8634588398204627680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8634588398204627680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-apologizeto-fetish-porn-stars-out.html' title='I apologize...to the fetish porn stars out there.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-8508729540609289836</id><published>2009-03-04T17:49:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:16:33.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiwikellie'/><title type='text'>Geez.</title><content type='html'>Considering my old iPod, Audrey, is about 4 years old now and has become such a hot mess, it was definitely time for a newer, sexier gadget in my life. Introducing... Leopold Rockafeller!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa8Rd9YuKxI/AAAAAAAAABY/uOVMlAbJqP0/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309481692085234450" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came with a helpful little yoga mat to relax on. He is just so sleek and sexy that he needed an equally sleek and sexy name. He needed a name that can live up to his expensiveness, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa8TBSl0cPI/AAAAAAAAABg/BM_F9zK00nI/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309483398584365298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving all of the fun little things that Apple thought up to make good use of the touch screen. Above all, however, I ADORE the applications that I've managed to download in the App Store. All for free, of course, because I'm a cheap-ass ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa8XwSlwN2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/28eS-auaqAA/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309488604084451170" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've downloaded a Tower game, which involves stacking pieces of a building. Kinda fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa8XV4qpdII/AAAAAAAAACI/CNe9Xqbyz8c/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309488150449058946" /&gt;And a rolly-ball labyrinth game, which is frustrating and wonderfully fun at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa8W12CK2VI/AAAAAAAAACA/CXTuXgdEi9o/s320/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309487599986596178" /&gt;And also Tap Tap Revenge 2, which is essentially DDR for your fingers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm enjoying it thoroughly so far. Leopold knows how to satisfy a lady. Though he holds way too much Nsync to be straight. It's okay Leopold, I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-8508729540609289836?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/8508729540609289836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/geez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8508729540609289836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/8508729540609289836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/geez.html' title='Geez.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa8Rd9YuKxI/AAAAAAAAABY/uOVMlAbJqP0/s72-c/Photo+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-2606282981845412209</id><published>2009-03-04T00:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:23:07.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dailybooth!</title><content type='html'>I finally got it to work!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/kiwikellie"&gt;My Dailybooth!&lt;/a&gt; It's so much fun for people like me. I love to take pictures of myself. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-2606282981845412209?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/2606282981845412209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/dailybooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2606282981845412209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/2606282981845412209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/dailybooth.html' title='Dailybooth!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-6469875797874890107</id><published>2009-03-03T07:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:36:14.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiwikellie'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa0plnyoQnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wvy7pXKcnO4/s1600-h/DCP_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa0plnyoQnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wvy7pXKcnO4/s320/DCP_0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308945262052917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left: Laura, me, and Maggie in our costumes from Alice and Wonderland in 8th grade. I was just about 13 at the time. Laura was Alice's mother, I was the Queen of Hearts, and Maggie was a flower. I was SO insanely proud of myself that I got such a big part. If I couldn't have been Alice, I wanted to be the Queen. That was such an exciting time. I was just getting into theatre then. I wasn't yet the hardcore fan I am now, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was creating this new blogger account, I tried to sign up with my usual online handle, kiwikellie. I use it for practically EVERYTHING and I often run into issues when I'm signing up for websites that I've used in the past, but forgot about. It was a major problem when I tried to get back into Flickr and there was absolutely no way to find out my old password. I had to just create a new account with the name &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rooney-kellie/"&gt;rooney.kellie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;This is kind of the situation I had here on blogger. The name kiwikellie is not exactly in high demand on the internet and it's always been simple enough for me to use my usual name. So when I tried to sign up with it here, I was disappointed to realize that it wasn't available. So I did a little investigating and typed in the address for kiwikellie, only to find out I had a blogger in 2002 and 2003 with that name. I was 13/14 and just starting high school at the time. I read through all of my old posts, devouring every word. It was so much fun reading posts from someone that I know is me, yet I hardly know at all anymore. It was strange, but so enlightening. Also- embarrassing. I was such a dork, but isn't everyone at that age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa0sDBUYIiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/paDN9UbnfDQ/s320/IMG00100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308947966144815650" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right: The Freshman year page from the scrapbook that Maggie made for me when we graduated. Some of the entries on my old blogger are actually about Spirit week (Luau Day) and tennis practice (Evie and I won two matches!! :D), so I took this on my phone to post here. Gahd, those braces. I'm glad I know now that I need some sort of bangs to look even half-way decent. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my favorite entries were the days that I talked about simple things like the crushes and boyfriends I had at the time. I didn't even remember who I had written about sometimes, but it was fun to read things that I was so enthusiastic about at that time. And there were links to old stories and poems I had written. That was...interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad I've gotten into twitter and youtube for so many reasons. I've always, always, always and will forever enjoy spending hours pouring over old photos and remembering. The occasional update or two on those sites will be such great reminders of this part of my life when it finally gets to be a few years down the road. I can't wait to look back and be embarrassed of what I looked like "back then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-6469875797874890107?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/6469875797874890107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6469875797874890107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/6469875797874890107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sa0plnyoQnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wvy7pXKcnO4/s72-c/DCP_0721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-4391305037383613570</id><published>2009-03-02T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:05:43.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Jeebus Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SavZmPf6oJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/--JDmoz1BMw/s1600-h/IMG00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SavZmPf6oJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/--JDmoz1BMw/s320/IMG00099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308575836804915346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is positively SHITTING snow all over this place. It's been going on for hours upon hours. I live on the third floor and I fear being snowed in soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-4391305037383613570?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/4391305037383613570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeebus-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4391305037383613570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/4391305037383613570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeebus-christmas.html' title='Jeebus Christmas...'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/SavZmPf6oJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/--JDmoz1BMw/s72-c/IMG00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528998814702325883.post-924142590325845709</id><published>2009-03-02T05:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:40:07.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston terrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sau3EJ6e7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ngKcD3cBBMo/s1600-h/_MG_2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sau3EJ6e7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ngKcD3cBBMo/s320/_MG_2563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308537867794837042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lucy. I was about to shoot a youtube video. I really liked how that one came out. The stop motion was fun and really easy to edit once I had it all shot. lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see how this Blogger thing goes. I still have my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/kiwikellie"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;, but I feel like starting something new like this will be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528998814702325883-924142590325845709?l=kellierooney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/feeds/924142590325845709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-lucy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/924142590325845709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528998814702325883/posts/default/924142590325845709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellierooney.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-lucy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01948748186625097632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0443Hd1mQ8/TdCwKJwFwCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/InxSQ6Dw9_w/s220/Photo%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywdLuLK4oQ/Sau3EJ6e7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ngKcD3cBBMo/s72-c/_MG_2563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
