<?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-3671683728238488229</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:47:58.252-07:00</updated><category term='F'/><title type='text'>The Kelly Klan</title><subtitle type='html'>A happy family is but an earlier heaven.
-- John Bowring</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2989673655498278861</id><published>2010-03-09T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:31:41.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c3PuqkvcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1Ai0ft2Og80/s1600-h/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c3PuqkvcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1Ai0ft2Og80/s400/IMG_0367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446883017692069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think the best place to start for this year is sharing some of our most fabulous pictures from our family Christmas vacation in Maui this year. I was slightly nervous about the idea....very little presents and 80 degree weather on Christmas Day, but I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to say...IT WAS PERFECT. I'm thinking it's a Christmas my kids will remember for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c3beLegXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cm7rRi-cxDE/s1600-h/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c3beLegXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cm7rRi-cxDE/s400/IMG_0372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446883219425100146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A little David Haselhoff on the beaches of Hawaii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/robertkelly/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c4NQ5cOnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FyCm26UWMko/s1600-h/IMG_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c4NQ5cOnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FyCm26UWMko/s400/IMG_0383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446884074853251698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to be honest...I was a little nervous about how these two would take to the ocean since they insisted they would get eaten by sharks, but I think their faces say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c4q3UfqrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Xu15DcstCFo/s1600-h/IMG_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c4q3UfqrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Xu15DcstCFo/s400/IMG_0448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446884583383476914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one couldn't get any sweeter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c48ExeV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dYAQD4bcDTo/s1600-h/IMG_0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c48ExeV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dYAQD4bcDTo/s400/IMG_0465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446884879052462066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crack kills....even in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c5m7LkjLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vBD7VLg4Pyk/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c5m7LkjLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vBD7VLg4Pyk/s400/IMG_0472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446885615211941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leave it to Aunt SaDee to take a fun experience and make it dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c6EWdo2II/AAAAAAAAAPU/QJEBwvWu_CU/s1600-h/IMG_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c6EWdo2II/AAAAAAAAAPU/QJEBwvWu_CU/s400/IMG_0525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446886120751683714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just in case you're wondering...yes, that is a fanny pack over a speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c6ZfO1fNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0LgWdwBzfME/s1600-h/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c6ZfO1fNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0LgWdwBzfME/s400/IMG_0541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446886483882769618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Robby slightly nauseated on our whale watching adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c6umsvtpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hATkFVyN8dU/s1600-h/IMG_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c6umsvtpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hATkFVyN8dU/s400/IMG_0599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446886846664521362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes..Kaiden is not longer a child and I'm convinced he thought the trip rule of no texting was totally uncool of his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c7ewkAjAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/O4xtOs7meD4/s1600-h/IMG_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c7ewkAjAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/O4xtOs7meD4/s400/IMG_0643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446887673945951234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Way too cool for a shirt, but just cool enough for a hat and sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c74IkVR3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/G2Ac_oL8e28/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c74IkVR3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/G2Ac_oL8e28/s400/IMG_0636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446888109886490482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing like a Hawaiian Snowcone on Christmas Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c8pghwcSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3jGyw7vVFQc/s1600-h/IMG_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c8pghwcSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3jGyw7vVFQc/s400/IMG_0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446888958131728674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Truly...the trip couldn't have been more perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2989673655498278861?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2989673655498278861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2989673655498278861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2989673655498278861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2989673655498278861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2010/03/christmas-in-hawaii.html' title='Christmas in Hawaii'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/S5c3PuqkvcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1Ai0ft2Og80/s72-c/IMG_0367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7723237148433254458</id><published>2010-03-05T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:17:38.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How many times did Michael Jackson retire and then come back to the great sport of basketball? I think I remember at least three. (There may have been a baseball stint somewhere in there as well.) So, I think it's completely acceptable for me to reannounce I am officially coming out of blog retirement. Most professional athletes come out of retirement and suck. I'm hoping my future in blogging isn't as bad. We will have to wait and see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7723237148433254458?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7723237148433254458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7723237148433254458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7723237148433254458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7723237148433254458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2010/03/michael-jordan.html' title='Michael Jordan'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7037409113596308507</id><published>2009-04-25T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:54:56.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey everyone...you're gonna have to cut me some slack for a bit. It's finals week and I'm swamped. I'll be back in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7037409113596308507?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7037409113596308507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7037409113596308507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7037409113596308507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7037409113596308507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-3056097842949665706</id><published>2009-04-17T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:06:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Door II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Selfg95iQHI/AAAAAAAAANc/E4Db7QUlBcY/s1600-h/lex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325893054318657650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Selfg95iQHI/AAAAAAAAANc/E4Db7QUlBcY/s400/lex.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I came home today from work and look who was trying to get through my doggy door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm glad someone is using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(That is Alexa by the way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-3056097842949665706?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/3056097842949665706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=3056097842949665706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3056097842949665706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3056097842949665706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/doggy-door-ii.html' title='Doggy Door II'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Selfg95iQHI/AAAAAAAAANc/E4Db7QUlBcY/s72-c/lex.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4062815435466302809</id><published>2009-04-16T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:30:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch Oven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sef059xRD_I/AAAAAAAAANU/N0TxnJLBHEo/s1600-h/dutch+oven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325494361059823602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sef059xRD_I/AAAAAAAAANU/N0TxnJLBHEo/s400/dutch+oven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; The school year is almost over, and I have a couple of goals I want to work on this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;One of those goals is to learn how to cook with a Dutch Oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you scroll down and read my food storage post, this post will make a lot more sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I read the other day that if a person has no access to an electrical cooking element, you can cook virtually ANYTHING with a Dutch Oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So...I'm gonna learn how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I consider myself an okay cook, but I have to admit, I'm nervous about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So...if you have any great suggestions or even better....recipes....I would LOVE to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I also have to say that Dutch Oven cooking reminds me of 2 things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. When I was growing up, my family used to venture down to Lake Powell every year, and it was kind of a "tradition" to cook Dutch Oven style one night. I loved it. My dad had a great "Cowboy Stew" recipe that was really yummy. He just kind of threw a lot of yummy stuff in and let it brew. Honestly, there's nothing like sitting on the beach in Lake Powell as the sun is setting eating a yummy Dutch Oven dinner. It's something I will always remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Before my dear Grandma Staples passed away, my dad would arrange a day where he would cook a Dutch Oven meal out on the side of my grandma's house. We only did it a few times, but whenever I think of Dutch Oven cooking...I think of my grandma...and I can't tell you how much I miss her. I cry whenever I think about her not being here. But, I'm SO thankful for all of the great memories I have of her, and Dutch Oven cooking on the side of her house is definitely one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, I'm gonna post a recipe that I'm gonna try first. I would like to add to my collection, so please either email me the recipe at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bkelly@weber.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bkelly@weber.edu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; or post it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beef Pot Roast in a Dutch Oven:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 lb rump roast or pot roast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 Tbsp vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 potatoes, peeled and halved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 carrots, cut into 2' pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 onions, halved1 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brown roast in oven on all sides in oil.Remove meat. Place half of vegetables in bottom of oven.Return meat to oven and season with salt and pepper.Add remaining vegetables and water. Cover and cook at 300 degrees for 3-5 hours depending on how well done you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-4062815435466302809?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4062815435466302809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4062815435466302809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4062815435466302809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4062815435466302809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dutch-oven.html' title='Dutch Oven?'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sef059xRD_I/AAAAAAAAANU/N0TxnJLBHEo/s72-c/dutch+oven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2412482362263646707</id><published>2009-04-15T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:09:51.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeZZ8y3T7SI/AAAAAAAAANM/l5nGRD6QmNM/s1600-h/doggy+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325042510392978722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeZZ8y3T7SI/AAAAAAAAANM/l5nGRD6QmNM/s400/doggy+door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I really love my dogs Max and Jack, but I am TWO SECONDS from putting them on KSL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have done everything short of putting a catheter in them to get them to go potty outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have to say...they are MUCH better than they used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am just SOOOO thankful Robb owns a carpet cleaning business...otherwise our doggies would have been LONG GONE a LONG time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday I had John Bankhead (awesome guy...even more awesome handyman) install a doggy door in the middle of my kitchen. The picture at the beginning of this post is NOT my doggy door, but it looks very similar. However, my doggy door is in my wall, and poor John had to cut through my BRICK to install it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But...it is beautiful and John did a TREMENDOUS job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But guess what??? THEY WON'T FREAKING USE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not kidding. We were doing all we could to get them through it last night, but they acted like I was leading them to some uncertain death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My kids think it's awesome. All of them (except Kaid) tried to weasel their way through it, but the dogs? Not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anybody have any suggestions? I really am at my wit's end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And if your post is something like, "This is exactly why I don't have dogs," then don't bother posting because as you can see, I'm past that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thank you kindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2412482362263646707?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2412482362263646707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2412482362263646707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2412482362263646707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2412482362263646707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/doggy-drama.html' title='Doggy Drama'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeZZ8y3T7SI/AAAAAAAAANM/l5nGRD6QmNM/s72-c/doggy+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-6633553101919584035</id><published>2009-04-14T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:38:09.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexi Wexi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeVUw8TwKgI/AAAAAAAAANE/KaP8yzDrRJM/s1600-h/IMG00011%252D20090414%252D1826%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324755334234909186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeVUw8TwKgI/AAAAAAAAANE/KaP8yzDrRJM/s400/IMG00011%252D20090414%252D1826%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is a horrible pic (of me). I look semi-Neandrothol because I had to take it with my cell phone (weird angle). But I wanted to get a picture of my sister, Lexa, on her birthday at her birthday dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am SO blessed to have FOUR sisters....that's right...NO brothers. I love all of them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have wonderful and very different relationships with each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can't imagine what my life would be like without any of them in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They are TRULY my best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What an honor to have a sister like Alexa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CARING&lt;/span&gt;, she's&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; SPIRITUAL&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FORGIVING&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PATIENT&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ACCEPTING&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SMART&lt;/span&gt;, and she's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I could go on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I must have something right in Heaven for Heavenly Father to bless me with a sister like Alexa and 3 MORE sisters on top of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My life is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-6633553101919584035?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/6633553101919584035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=6633553101919584035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6633553101919584035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6633553101919584035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexi-wexi.html' title='Sexi Wexi'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeVUw8TwKgI/AAAAAAAAANE/KaP8yzDrRJM/s72-c/IMG00011%252D20090414%252D1826%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4894247161938906572</id><published>2009-04-13T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:54:01.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324415620493673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQfzAARBRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/U9okB6dg83Y/s400/Easter+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We got up and went to church before we did any Easter stuff. I bought all of the boys new suits for Easter...including Cannon. When we got home, I told the boys I wanted to take a picture of them in their Easter outfits. Needless to say, Cannon didn't like the idea. He really dislikes getting his picture taken. If you would hear what he was screaming in this picture, it was hilarious. He kept saying, "I don't want to get my picture taken. I feel like a moron." Don't ask me how he learned to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324416243502067298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQgXQ5CrmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mXmpeHisVAc/s400/Easter+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I had the advantage though because I told him he couldn't look for the Easter eggs until he got his picture taken. Needless to say..he snapped out of it pretty quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324416547673470834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQgo-BJ93I/AAAAAAAAAME/RN3EiIBjETA/s400/Easter+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All of my handsome boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324416843707533122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQg6M1LR0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/DNs5tTUtq3s/s400/Easter+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kaiden...being SO serious. After all, it's not cool to smile when you're 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324417097871708162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQhI_qo0AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ShYszI_Qdbw/s400/Easter+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can always count on Cooper to give me a GREAT smile!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324417468985547362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQhemLEmmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fhG4wxN_0j8/s400/Easter+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I truly think that Connor is one of the most photogenic kids I know. He takes a great pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324417794469823666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQhxiskhLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/t3YcjFJ7NAM/s400/Easter+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And this kid truly LOATHES getting his picture taken...you can see it in his face. But he was on his best behavior because there was an Easter egg hunt right after this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324418283827187218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQiOBsdThI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VhLWCiBlUp4/s400/Easter+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pre-Easter Egg hunt....Yes, we hid the eggs in our basement. In years past, I have hid the eggs outside the night before to wake up to a rain storm which ruined all of the candy. So, not as fun as outside but much safer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324418741166345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQiopanC1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9d1g1bMImBE/s400/Easter+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Post Easter egg hunt...and you can just see the excitement in their eyes...SERIOUS sugar rush in about 5 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324419563567224050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQjYhGQlPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gZLLaQ48MN4/s400/Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And to end the Easter holiday...nothing like a good ol' game of charades with Grandma. I had to post this picture because she KILLS me. I swear this lady is always looking for a good time. She will play any game at any time. This is her acting out Big Foot for the grandkids. It's amazing how easily they grandkids are amused....and how much fun my mom has amusing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-4894247161938906572?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4894247161938906572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4894247161938906572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4894247161938906572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4894247161938906572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SeQfzAARBRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/U9okB6dg83Y/s72-c/Easter+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2112390502243479542</id><published>2009-04-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:12:36.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Last year I decided to work &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; hard at getting my family's one-year food storage supply. It was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of work, and needless to say....&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of money. The Sister in our ward over Emergency Prepardness actually called me "her best customer". I was quite pleased at the title I have to say. I have spent a lot of time and money in other stores and was never given such a great title, so I wear that one with pride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;About a month ago, I was in my basement taking in all of the boxes of canned goods. It REALLY is a beautiful sight. As I was staring at the buckets of wheat, rice, beans and plenty of other goodies, the thought came to my mind....if there is a catastrophe, my little family just might be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So then that got me thinking EVEN more, and I got a little arrogant. As I was staring at the shelves of food, I thought...if we ever have to use this, I bet there will be people who will want to break into my house and steal my food because I hate to brag, I have set up a pretty nice shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Which got me thinking EVEN MORE....maybe I should buy a GUN! (Temporary Insanity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, I had a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt; wake-up call the other night, and I am thankful for a gracious Heavenly Father who loves me and is continually humbling and teaching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was at Costco and bought the book &lt;em&gt;I Dare You To Eat It: Designing Food Storage You Would Actually Want to Eat &lt;/em&gt;by Liesa Card. Chapter 1 is titled: Seeing Food Storage as Part of God's Plan. and I read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The prophet's plan for food storage is today-as it has always been-a plan for everyone. As the First Presidency recently noted 'prepare every needful thing', so that should adversity come, we may care for ourselves and our neighbors and support bishops as they care for others.' If our bishops send out a call for food, who will be prepared to serve? Who will be ready to accept that calling? Ultimately, I believe food storage is about love-love for the Savior, love for the prophet, love for our families, and love for our neighbors. Perhaps there is an eternal responsibility in sharing food and sharing the gospel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And just like that....SMACK.....it all made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So...the dear sister in my ward who considers me "her best customer" is gonna be seeing a lot more of me cause I'm heading back to the cannery to amp up my food storage so I can have enough to share with others because I have a testimony of service and sharing and loving my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So...consider this an invitation...if there's a catastrophe (or not), you are always welcome at my house and I will do all I can to feed you and the ones you love. We'll have one &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ROCKIN&lt;/span&gt; food storage party!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2112390502243479542?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2112390502243479542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2112390502243479542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2112390502243479542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2112390502243479542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-storage.html' title='Food Storage'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7889868566895064700</id><published>2009-04-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:58:31.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I got NOTHING today! Completely uneventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm convinced that school administrators give children Spring Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so parents become more grateful and appreciative of the entire school system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Love my kids, but school is a BEAUTIFUL thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7889868566895064700?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7889868566895064700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7889868566895064700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7889868566895064700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7889868566895064700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-3950577882618997827</id><published>2009-04-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:07:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break/Kids Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdwuusUcRHI/AAAAAAAAALc/6ofeBmnJFoE/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322180239350842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdwuusUcRHI/AAAAAAAAALc/6ofeBmnJFoE/s400/photo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When you let your kids get a hold of your phone...this is what you find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322180474583408274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sdwu8YoQXpI/AAAAAAAAALk/5btSKO3lNB0/s400/photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This was HONESTLY one of the cutest things I have seen in a long time. Kaid got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;season pass to SWAN LAKES and he has been DYING to go use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Since both Kaid and Cannon were off of school, they both decided to take advantage of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the good weather. So...Kaid took Cannon up to Swan Lakes today to hit some golf balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kaid is SUCH a good brother that way. He never complains when Cannon wants to "tag along".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181153214882530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sdwvj4um4uI/AAAAAAAAALs/9F2GZTQVeJI/s400/photo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is what partying EVERY DAY during spring break will do to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I had to take this picture because Cannon got his official first sunburn of the season today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you know Cannon and his skin, that's not hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;While I was at work, Kaid took Cannon to the park, but unfortunately left the sunscreen at home. The poor guy got really burned. You can't see it too well...especially with his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;plastered again my orange bedspread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have a feeling he's gonna sleep really well tonight...even with the BURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-3950577882618997827?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/3950577882618997827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=3950577882618997827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3950577882618997827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3950577882618997827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-breakkids-gone-wild.html' title='Spring Break/Kids Gone Wild'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdwuusUcRHI/AAAAAAAAALc/6ofeBmnJFoE/s72-c/photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-5947688420424712315</id><published>2009-04-06T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:06:32.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love conference weekend. It's a really spiritual time for me. Maybe it's because I can do the laundry and clean the house and feel the Spirit at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THAT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My favorite Conference talks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Saturday Afternoon: Richard G. Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sunday Morning: Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sunday Morning: President Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Really, I love them ALL, but these talks especially touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was honestly doing my dishes and crying at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think my kids thought I was crying cause I was tired of cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll let them continue to think that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Maybe they'll feel sorry for me and pitch in one of these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(BTW....I really didn't miss a post. I posted two the day before, so I'm good, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-5947688420424712315?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5947688420424712315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5947688420424712315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5947688420424712315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5947688420424712315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-update.html' title='Conference Update'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-409173158811841039</id><published>2009-04-02T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:05:28.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdTvi6rDSQI/AAAAAAAAALU/u-JxuJGx69o/s1600-h/grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140442975815938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdTvi6rDSQI/AAAAAAAAALU/u-JxuJGx69o/s400/grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I remembered today what is one of my more FAVORITE smells ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRESHLY CUT GRASS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I smelled it for the first time today this year and it is for sure in my top 5 for my smeller.&lt;br /&gt;(Isn't smell such a funny word?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-409173158811841039?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/409173158811841039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=409173158811841039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/409173158811841039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/409173158811841039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdTvi6rDSQI/AAAAAAAAALU/u-JxuJGx69o/s72-c/grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8473181168152253608</id><published>2009-04-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:00:16.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdTuUpk9oLI/AAAAAAAAALM/51j33VKbNtA/s1600-h/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139098357080242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdTuUpk9oLI/AAAAAAAAALM/51j33VKbNtA/s400/night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In my English class at school, we are reading &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; by Elie Wiesel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you haven't read it, I highly encourage you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's an easy read...probably could be read in a day or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But I have to warn you...it is a difficult read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's definitely not a feel-good book, but important nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It is a true account of the Holocaust, and we read it in my class because I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it is so IMPORTANT to never forget what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you pick it up, let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8473181168152253608?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8473181168152253608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8473181168152253608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8473181168152253608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8473181168152253608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdTuUpk9oLI/AAAAAAAAALM/51j33VKbNtA/s72-c/night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-6718929287960260724</id><published>2009-04-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:03:08.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not sure how many of you are fans of American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We are kind of obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Could Megan Joy been any more destroyed by Simon with his "We don't care response"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And what sort of stuff is Lady Gaga taking cause I need to get me some of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-6718929287960260724?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/6718929287960260724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=6718929287960260724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6718929287960260724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6718929287960260724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8439710112353751577</id><published>2009-03-31T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:00:29.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have just been dominated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdJnJ7GjHlI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiHejCETTXA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdJnJ7GjHlI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiHejCETTXA/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319427530059619922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My kids haven't been great about making their beds before school. I made a deal with them that if they don't make their beds, they don't get computer rights for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So...as I was rushing to work this morning, I ran upstairs to check the beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cooper and Connor have these whiteboards in their rooms that they write random stuff on everyday. They are so funny. They never miss a day of writing something on their boards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Today...this is what Cooper's board said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Remember yesterday Cooper got his eyes "dilated".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I guess dilated and dominated are the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HILARIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And what's normal school as opposed to abnormal school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Good news...Cooper did make his bed so his "dominated" eyes will have computer privileges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8439710112353751577?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8439710112353751577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8439710112353751577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8439710112353751577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8439710112353751577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-just-been-dominated.html' title='I have just been dominated'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdJnJ7GjHlI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiHejCETTXA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8071818820898736853</id><published>2009-03-30T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:11:50.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdGJNHb_bZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMjUGMpepY4/s1600-h/dilated.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183493329022354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdGJNHb_bZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMjUGMpepY4/s400/dilated.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Both Cooper and Cannon's teachers called me to inform me that they failed their eye tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So...today we visited the eye doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;They were both really great....up until the doctor put drops in their eyes so they would dilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I guess that stings a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The verdict...Cannon needs glasses when he goes into first grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cooper is okay. He has something funny with his left eye, but it shouldn't be a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Afterwards, we went to Cafe Rio to eat, and both of them had to sport these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ROCKIN glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Obviously...Cannon wasn't amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8071818820898736853?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8071818820898736853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8071818820898736853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8071818820898736853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8071818820898736853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-up.html' title='Check-up'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdGJNHb_bZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMjUGMpepY4/s72-c/dilated.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2202870383775947371</id><published>2009-03-29T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:28:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdBI-pi6UwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rrdaGxbJk1A/s1600-h/2179621355_8289d5d47f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318831401065927426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdBI-pi6UwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rrdaGxbJk1A/s400/2179621355_8289d5d47f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love this quote by President Monson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Too frequently, women underestimate their influence for good. Well could you follow the formula given by the Lord: ‘Establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God’ (D&amp;amp;C 88:119).&lt;br /&gt;“In such a house will be found happy, smiling children who have been taught, by precept and example, the truth. In a Latter-day Saint home, children are not simply tolerated, but welcomed; not commanded, but encouraged; not driven, but guided; not neglected, but loved.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am so thankful that I am a mother and that I have the strength of the Gospel in my life. I pray to be a more patient, tolerant, understanding, and loving mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2202870383775947371?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2202870383775947371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2202870383775947371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2202870383775947371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2202870383775947371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-thought.html' title='Sunday Thought'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SdBI-pi6UwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rrdaGxbJk1A/s72-c/2179621355_8289d5d47f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-9105378850577844774</id><published>2009-03-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:56:41.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sc7w76aW6yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pDrAcuM21a0/s1600-h/tdy_lauer_medal_071017_300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318453122053892898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sc7w76aW6yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pDrAcuM21a0/s400/tdy_lauer_medal_071017_300w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So...Robb and I recently signed up at this new gym. Today we went together to do the workout, and Damon (the owner of the gym) began the work out by explaining that each workout had a name. Today's workout was titled "Murphy", and each workout is in honor of a fallen solider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Damon began reading the story behind Solider Murphy while everyone who was gonna work out stood at attention. I have to admit...I was taken a little off guard. I had NEVER done this before a workout. But, I stood at attention and listened to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Click on this link to read his story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21340490/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21340490/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was amazing how there was a moment of great respect for this individual in my gym class before our workout began. It was all kind of surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then we went on to do the workout and can I just say that it was one of the HARDEST workouts I have ever done. I wanted to quit so bad because my body was dying...but right when I thought I couldn't go another second, I thought of Solider Murphy. What an inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am so grateful to live in this country, and I am so grateful to the men and women who serve and protect all of us on a daily basis. I know I often take it for granted. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And...I am so grateful I made it through my workout. Thank you, Solider Murphy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-9105378850577844774?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/9105378850577844774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=9105378850577844774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/9105378850577844774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/9105378850577844774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-motivation.html' title='Perfect Motivation'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sc7w76aW6yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pDrAcuM21a0/s72-c/tdy_lauer_medal_071017_300w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-135196172878220194</id><published>2009-03-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:31:02.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is on its way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sc2npbRWS_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-kFSHwSxIts/s1600-h/2688401580_0b9f868e66.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318091065131420658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sc2npbRWS_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-kFSHwSxIts/s400/2688401580_0b9f868e66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Today I bought our annual Lagoon Season passes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's GREAT news! That means summer is on its way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The bad news...Robb is gonna be motion sick all summer long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-135196172878220194?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/135196172878220194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=135196172878220194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/135196172878220194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/135196172878220194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-is-on-its-way.html' title='Summer is on its way....'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/Sc2npbRWS_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-kFSHwSxIts/s72-c/2688401580_0b9f868e66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4170192485280288443</id><published>2009-03-26T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:36:24.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/ScxXrHcJWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dI5MClN3nSY/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317721658260806226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/ScxXrHcJWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dI5MClN3nSY/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;City Registration Fee for Cooper's Basketball Season....$30 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;New Basketball Shoes for Cooper's Basketball Season....$50 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cooper copping attitude at the first game....PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3671683728238488229-4170192485280288443?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4170192485280288443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4170192485280288443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4170192485280288443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4170192485280288443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/priceless.html' title='Priceless....'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/ScxXrHcJWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dI5MClN3nSY/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-5112972822705853832</id><published>2009-03-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:30:18.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Maintenance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/ScxVYtuGrAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cYoldCc79KY/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317719143095905282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/ScxVYtuGrAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cYoldCc79KY/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The other day I got up to leave for work and Robb was staying with Cannon for the day. There were some breakfast dishes and a few things out of place, so I asked Robb..."Hey, do you think that maybe while I'm gone you could throw these dishes in the dishwasher and straighten up a bit?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He looked up at me with almost the exact same face as in the picture above and said, "Ummm....I'm sorry. I don't do maintenance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-5112972822705853832?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5112972822705853832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5112972822705853832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5112972822705853832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5112972822705853832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-maintenance.html' title='No Maintenance'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/ScxVYtuGrAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cYoldCc79KY/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4446086579200854012</id><published>2009-03-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:44:39.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Forgot...,,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am SUCH a DORK! I was lying in bed recapping my day when I realized that I didn't blog anything today. How hilarious would it have been if I would have broken my new rule on the first freaking day. That would truly have been true Brooke Kelly style. I usually keep my New Year's Resolutions until January 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, I pulled myself out of bed with 20 minutes left! You better appreciate this cause I'm exhausted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What to say? What to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know! Can I just say what a blessing it is to have in-laws that you love and get along with? Justin and Brooke (Robb's sister...yes...at one time, there were 2 Brooke Kellys) from Boise blew into town and we went to dinner. I love being with the Kelly's. It is always a good time. I love them all and have fun whenever we get together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That was totally worth getting out of bed for! Now I'm going back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-4446086579200854012?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4446086579200854012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4446086579200854012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4446086579200854012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4446086579200854012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost Forgot...,,,,,'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-5251959722087043408</id><published>2009-03-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:39:32.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post...Can You Freaking Believe It???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I get so BUGGED when people don't update their blogs. When I get to work in the morning, I do my daily blog stalking before I begin any work. It's like Christmas for me when someone has added something (don't mock...I don't get out much). So, yesterday I was thinking, "Why should I be bugged at everyone else when the last time I posted something was almost 2 months ago! I am pretty freaking pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So...I was lying in bed last night thinking (my Tylenol PM had not set in yet)...I am going to try REALLY hard to post something everyday. It doesn't have to be a fabulous post. It can just be about what I ate that day. Who knows....all I know is I'm going to be MUCH better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause I was thinking....I could kill 2 birds with 1 stone....I could update my blog and do my journal keeping at the same time. What a great way to record the important things happening in the Kelly's lives. Then....my sister Tara has a friend who put all of her posts in a book at the end of the year to keep forever. What a great idea. I know I'm probably biting off more than I can chew, but I'm gonna give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, if you care about reading my blog like I care about reading all of yours...YOU JUST HIT THE JACKPOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way...you can take my blog I created where I was gonna rant and rave off your list. I don't have time to do both. It was the thought that counted, right? I have to tell myself that about a million times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-5251959722087043408?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5251959722087043408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5251959722087043408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5251959722087043408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5251959722087043408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/postcan-you-freaking-believe-it.html' title='A Post...Can You Freaking Believe It???'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7978149785474105419</id><published>2009-01-27T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:12:00.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaver Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For Kaiden's 13th birthday, Robb and I decided to take our boys skiing for the first time. We went and stayed in my parents' condo in Bear Lake overnight and got up the next day to go skiing at Beaver Mountain. The night before skiing, my twins were VERY worried. They kept asking a lot of questions concerning injuries and accidents (my children are very cautious). At one point, Cooper said, "What if we hit into a tree with our heads and die or become paralyzed?" I couldn't believe it. My children are What About Bob. I reassured them that everything was going to be fine. A tree was the LAST thing they needed to worry about. So...we got up and headed to Beaver Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216052813305170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_wcIGolVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cpVYeW5ueII/s400/CIMG1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here we are with all our gear....ready to go. Robb and I decided the best idea would be to pay a couple of ski instructors to spend the first part of the day with the boys teaching them the fundamentals of skiing. Can I just say that was the best money we have ever spent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216833082879234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_xJi1ZbQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_qz41Z_eDMM/s400/CIMG1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here's Kaiden, Cooper and Connor with their ski instructor. He's teaching them the basics....pizza (snowplow) and french fries (parallel). I don't know about you, but I was hungry just listening to him talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296217580204155218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_x1CE_YVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QogcDzo4o8w/s400/CIMG1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And Cannon got an AWESOME ski instructor all to himself. At the end of the lesson, he was going down the slope with no problem. It was so fun to watch. After the lessons were over, Robb and I looked at each other because we couldn't believe how PERFECT the day was going. The weather was nice, the boys were picking it up, and they were loving it! We couldn't get them in to eat lunch. Finally, after some coaxing, they inhaled their sandwiches an wanted to go on one more run. So, for the last run of the day, Cooper, Connor and I went together. As we were making our way down the trail, there was a grove of trees of to the right. Before I knew what what happening, Connor said, "Watch Mom," and he disappeared into the trees. I screamed, "Don't go down there," but it was too late. Next thing I knew, Connor had lost all control and ran head first HARD right into a tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I COULDN'T FREAKING BELIEVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cooper automatically started crying hysterically and I rushed to Connor. When I got to him, he was in total shock. He kept saying, "I feel so weird, Mom. I can't feel my body." I thought for sure that he was paralyzed. I turned to Cooper (who was sobbing) and told him to ride down to the lodge and get Dad. I put my body on top of Connor so he wouldn't move because I didn't know if he had broken his neck. He was in total shock and was freaking out. Luckily, the accident happened close to a lift and several people started screaming for ski patrol, so I just laid there on top of Connor till they got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ski patrol was awesome. After they pried me off of him, they checked him out. As they were examining him, I couldn't believe that he actually hit into a tree. It was the LAST thing I thought would ever happen. I know it's sick and twisted, but I had to take a picture of him, so here's Connor as ski patrol was examining him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296219780395178642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_z1GbaGpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MScEzyNhH6E/s400/CIMG1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And here's ski patrol getting the tabbogan ready to take him to the medic place. (I have always been fascinated with the tabbogan and always wondered who had to actually had to ride in those things. Well, I can now check that off my list....MY SON HAS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220459072159186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_0cmsm_dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0wO8ImuQzF8/s400/CIMG1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once they got him to the medic room, they determined that he had not hit his head, but his chest showed some trauma, so they put him in our car and we drove right to the ER. A few hours and X-Rays later, we found out that Connor kissed that tree hard enough to break his collarbone right where it connects to the sternum. I guess that is one of the worst places to break a collarbone. He was quite a bit of pain and had to sleep sitting up for a week, but I have been amazed at how quickly he has healed. I am also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SO VERY VERY THANKFUL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that his injuries weren't more serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Connor has been awesome about it as well. He never really complained and is already asking to go skiing again. I have to end this incredibly long post with the awesome bruise that came with the break. We tell him how awesome he is because his bruise looks like the symbol on Batman's chest. Pretty freaking sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296222348639722930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_2Kl4n3bI/AAAAAAAAAKE/y23vnFMnQ_0/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7978149785474105419?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7978149785474105419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7978149785474105419' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7978149785474105419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7978149785474105419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/beaver-mountain.html' title='Beaver Mountain'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX_wcIGolVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cpVYeW5ueII/s72-c/CIMG1539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-3432843273491547712</id><published>2009-01-27T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:09:46.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaiden's 13th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX-Oz_AnGZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RAxdmaUKoc4/s1600-h/CIMG1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296108710549461394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX-Oz_AnGZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RAxdmaUKoc4/s400/CIMG1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For Kaiden's 13th birthday, we took everyone to my parent's cabin in Bear Lake. The boys had a great time playing checkers and hanging out. The next morning we got up and went skiing at Beaver Mountain. Kaiden has officially entered the "teenage years". I'm a little bit nervous about it, but I'm having a great time watching Kaid grow up and become a man! Here's a little tribute to my oldest son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; ind. One of the greatest things about Kaid. He truly is nice to everyone. No wonder he has lots of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; ttentive. Kaiden is very observant and is aware of what is going on around him. He is courteous to others and tries to be respectful to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; ntelligent. Kaiden is very smart kid and does well in school. For the last two semesters, he has received a 3.7 on his report card. Way to go, Kaid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; etermined. When Kaiden sets his mind to something, he's usually always successful. He knows how to get the job done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; arnest. Kaiden has always been a sensitive person and intently cares about people and their feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eat. I appreciate the fact that Kaiden is good about taking care of himself. He always looks and smells good. That's a great thing...especially now that he's a teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We love you, Kaiden. Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-3432843273491547712?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/3432843273491547712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=3432843273491547712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3432843273491547712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3432843273491547712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaidens-13th-birthday_27.html' title='Kaiden&apos;s 13th Birthday'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SX-Oz_AnGZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RAxdmaUKoc4/s72-c/CIMG1536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2162886393387742089</id><published>2009-01-27T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:55:16.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nicoleandnate.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been Tagged...Here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) Post rules on blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Answer the six 8 items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Let each person know by leaving them a comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 Favorite TV Shows (I don't watch a lot of TV, so these will be occasional favorites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Intervention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. 60 Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; 4. Barefoot Contessa (FoodNetwork)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Everyday Italian (Food Network) Yes...I like to cook, but I like to eat more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Seinfield (they never get old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Dateline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 Things I did Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Ran my kids to school (I can't bear to see them freeze)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Cleaned my freaking house (Can I just say that I'm getting tired of this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Went to lunch at Red Lobster (NOT my favorite restaurant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Went to Sam's Club (Needed some more Diet Pepsi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Picked up Cannon from pre-school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Went to the gym (I could have stayed there all night with as many calories as I consumed this weekend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Fixed dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Finished the laundry (3 more piles magically appeared when I was on my last batch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dont' be jealous of my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Running outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Vegas in a couple of weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. My 14th anniversary on Feb. 3 (Don't ask me why I got married in February. Horrible month.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Mowing the lawn (I would work outside anyday rather than inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Getting my BRACES OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. My kids' Ballroom competition on Saturday. HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. The weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Tepanyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Paradise Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Pei Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Cafe Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Outback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Mikado's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Rooster's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. The Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When did Bountiful become the coolest place to eat???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 Things I Wish For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. No stretch marks (Hot...I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Uninterrupted Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. No teenage years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. For my house to stay clean for 72 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. To grow old gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Good Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. An M&amp;amp;M blizzard (This is genius Nicole!!! But I would have to make it a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 People I Tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Natalie Niederhauser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Tara Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Shannon Bankhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Kamie Barrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Michelle Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Samantha Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Brooke Woodward (welcome to the Blog world...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Melissa Pettingill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2162886393387742089?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2162886393387742089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2162886393387742089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2162886393387742089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2162886393387742089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8958054007518063130</id><published>2009-01-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:06:54.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Care...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ever had a ton of things in your brain that you have to get down on paper? No? What? Well, I do. Maybe that's the English teaching side of me. Maybe it's the chronic nerd side as well. Whatever it is, I think a blog is a perfect forum for me to post my rants and raves. I won't mix them in with my family stuff. I'll keep my dysfunction away from my family, so I created a website dedicated solely to my perceptions of life, food, relationships, the world...basically whatever! Check it out if you care. I would love to hear what you have to say about the things that get me going, so read and respond. I promise I won't grade you on your grammar, spelling, or response. I just like discussions. The website it &lt;a href="http://agirls2sense.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://agirls2sense.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Hope to see you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8958054007518063130?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8958054007518063130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8958054007518063130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8958054007518063130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8958054007518063130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-care.html' title='If You Care...'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-965070584457559470</id><published>2009-01-15T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:31:51.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I just say that my kids say the most HILARIOUS stuff! Today as Connor was getting ready for school, I told him that he looked really handsome. (Cooper and Connor just started going to Ballroom Dance in the mornings. They have been SO excited. I don't think they care about the dancing...I hear them tee-heeing about holding girls' hands. Needless to say, on Ballroom days, they're dressed to the hilt.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Connor's response: "Thanks, but I think I would look so much better if I had some white jeans to go with this shirt." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My response: (I had to pause because I can't remember the last time I saw a guy in white jeans and thought it was HOT.)  "Well, Connor, I think your blue jeans look way better than white jeans." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Connor's response: "Fine, then I think some white boots would look really good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had to look to see if he was joking. He was DEAD serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My response: "Connor. Sweetie. Why in the world would you want WHITE boots? I haven't ever seen a guy wear white boots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Connor's response: "Uh huh...Nacho Libre. And they looked really good on him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HILARIOUS! Maybe we can get him some of Cannon's sweatpants and they can be his "stretchy pants". Why are kids so DANG funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-965070584457559470?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/965070584457559470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=965070584457559470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/965070584457559470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/965070584457559470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-boots.html' title='White Boots'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-6058627246716263823</id><published>2009-01-13T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:32:19.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SW0WMi2U7CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JztqfGUprms/s1600-h/CIMG1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290909541999111202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SW0WMi2U7CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JztqfGUprms/s320/CIMG1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If any of you know my twins, you know how badly they have HATED sports through the years. When the twins turned 6, we started signing them up for any city rec. sport that came available. We signed them up for baseball, basketball, football, tennis....everything! They're Robb's kids...they should like sports, right? WRONG! I couldn't have been more wrong, and I couldn't have wasted more money through the years. It was my twins that went all Bobby Knight at a couple of basketball games because no one passed the ball to them. It was my twins, while in the outfield on second base, sat on the ground and played with grass. It was my twins, right in the middle of a game, took off up a hill. When I asked them where they were going, he screamed, "To the bathroom. Is that alright?" I can't even begin to tell you how many tears have been shared and how many, "I hate sports. Why don't you get it?" with me through the years. Finally, about $500 dollars later and hours of running to practice, I resigned as the sport signer-upper about 2 years ago. We had a family council and I informed the twins that they were NEVER going to set foot on another field or on another court unless they came to me and asked me to sign them up. Needless to say, the tears stopped and they were relieved that their sports-playing days were over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right when I started getting used to the idea of no sports, Coop came home and begged me to sign him up for city basketball. I paused. I contemplated. I hesitated, and reluctantly decided to give it a shot. He has gone to the practices, and I am so proud of him because he makes it the entire time without one single breakdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Saturday was his first game. He started talking about how nervous he was a couple of days before. When I asked him why he was so nervous, he said, "Because everyone will be there looking at me." I had to remind him that was part of the game. He got up on Saturday and I could tell it was killing him. I kept reassuring him that all was going to be fine. We got in the car, and as we pulled into Central Davis, I heard Cooper say, "Oh no. Here we are. Oh no. Oh no. Okay....I can do this.....I just gotta believe in myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is one of those moments as a mother when you want time to stop because you realize that your child has semi figured something out. In a matter of two years, Cooper went from being the WORST sport to being a very motivational sports player. I turned around and told him that was EXACTLY what he needed to do! And then Connor quickly ruined the moment by turning to Cooper and saying, "Guys, that was the cheesiest thing you have ever said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was so PROUD. Maybe a two year hiatus was exactly what Cooper needed. Maybe some of the pros could learn from Coop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-6058627246716263823?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/6058627246716263823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=6058627246716263823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6058627246716263823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6058627246716263823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/basketball-star.html' title='Basketball Star'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SW0WMi2U7CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JztqfGUprms/s72-c/CIMG1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4390568984931042934</id><published>2009-01-13T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:10:31.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I fixed dinner a couple of Sunday's ago. I fixed baked potatoes, carrots, corn, and steak. The steaks I bought were HUGE. I put a big steak on Robb's plate, and BIG steak on Kaid's. I didn't expect him to eat even a fourth of the steak. I figured he would give it a good shot and then I would save the rest. Robb took one look at his plate and called Kaiden to a challenge. He told Kaiden that if he ate EVERYTHING on his plate (and when I say EVERYTHING, I mean the skin of the potato and EVERYTHING), he wouldn't have to do any of the dishes. Kaiden agreed to the challenge. I was a little concerned about the entire thing because honestly, the steak was HUGE and he had to get everything else down as well. I thought for sure he was gonna BARF! A couple of times, I was so worried, I told him to stop and I would do the dishes. That only made Robb mad so I had to stay out of it. This is a picture right after he took his last bite. I think the last bite was pretty painful. You can kinda see it on his face. He did it though, and Robb had to do the dishes!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904094075323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SW0RPbwFBKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f99HbbttxJE/s320/CIMG1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-4390568984931042934?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4390568984931042934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4390568984931042934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4390568984931042934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4390568984931042934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-contest.html' title='Eating Contest'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SW0RPbwFBKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f99HbbttxJE/s72-c/CIMG1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2249252684184097854</id><published>2009-01-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:11:29.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I haven't been down to see my sister Tara in Arizona for years. When I got done teaching fall semester, I knew it was time to go visit. So, I booked Cannon and me a ticket and we were off for a weekend. I take turns taking a kid every time and this time was Cannon's. I'm glad it was his turn too because he had a great time playing with his cousin Sophie. Tara's husband, Kirk, has a bird named Spot and one morning, Cannon let Kirk put him on his arm. It was hilarious. I could tell that he was scared to death but he tried so hard to be brave. You're probably wondering what the nasty thing is coming out of his nose. Well, he can thank Robb for that. He gets nasty cold sores, and this lovely thing came out of his nose. It was funny because Tara said he looked like Hitler. I have to agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290609838762636274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwFnhSiM_I/AAAAAAAAAII/0iTOIH7xmcQ/s320/CIMG1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need to make an effort to go visit my sister Tara and her family more often. Her little girl Sophie actually likes me and wanted me to hold her. You know I love that! Tara and I had a great time making yummy things in her new Bosch, and you know that we went out to eat every chance that we could. I am a lucky girl to have 4 sisters that I love to spend time with. As much as I hate having Tara live so far away, it's nice being able to escape the cold and go see her where it's always warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2249252684184097854?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2249252684184097854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2249252684184097854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2249252684184097854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2249252684184097854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-in-arizona.html' title='A Weekend in Arizona'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwFnhSiM_I/AAAAAAAAAII/0iTOIH7xmcQ/s72-c/CIMG1523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-6033833885283751332</id><published>2009-01-12T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:02:27.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Good Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwENKd4JkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EOiaLqt3d6k/s1600-h/CIMG1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290608286447969858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwENKd4JkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EOiaLqt3d6k/s320/CIMG1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In my previous post when I talk about silence, this is one time where the outcome wasn't so great. It's never a good thing when you come into the bathroom and find the clippers and tufts of white hair. Needless to say, that afternoon we had to get a haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-6033833885283751332?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/6033833885283751332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=6033833885283751332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6033833885283751332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/6033833885283751332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-good-sign.html' title='Never a Good Sign'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwENKd4JkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EOiaLqt3d6k/s72-c/CIMG1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4474524539553073623</id><published>2009-01-12T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:59:25.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwDei5-E4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OL6rhLO1zzs/s1600-h/CIMG1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290607485554398082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwDei5-E4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OL6rhLO1zzs/s320/CIMG1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was doing the laundry one day and Cannon was being particulary quiet. That is either FANTASTIC or very SCARY. So, I turned the corner, and this is what I found! He has found two necklaces (don't ask me where he found them in our house full of boys...and I haven't worn beads like these since the 7th grade) and created this masterpiece. When I turned the corner, he said, "Wook mom...a snail." I was so proud, I snapped a pic. It's amazing what a mother can be proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3671683728238488229-4474524539553073623?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4474524539553073623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4474524539553073623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4474524539553073623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4474524539553073623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/artistic.html' title='Artistic....'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SWwDei5-E4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OL6rhLO1zzs/s72-c/CIMG1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8970673631239927747</id><published>2008-12-17T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:42:25.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had a Million Dollars....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, so Cooper brought home the most adorable story the other day that he wrote. The prompt was, "What would you do if you had a million dollars?" This was Cooper's response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a million dollars I would spend it on a toontown card and a poster, bike, motor scooter, yoyo, four wheeler, a tv for my room, a poster of Hannah Montana. I would buy furniture for my room (gold), a robe, move to France, buy so many wiis that it will fill all the rooms (only one per room) then I will have a mansion and a basement with a theater as big as one in a normal theater but with a popcorn machine, ice cream machine and a hot dog machine. Then I will buy a house in Hollywood, California and buy a house with a room with a swimming pool inside my house and all games portable like a play station 1, 2, 3, and a game cube, x box 360, flight and rock band and guitar hero and a lot of games for game cube and psp (playstation potable) a pole table and a hockey table and a big game room full of tvs and games and 3 cars that has no tops and that are red that can go 500 mps. Then I'll have an arcade in my downstairs basement that has bumper cars, games a trampoline that is red and black and a bowling alley with 18 alleys, sky diving with a parachute, rock climbing, a gym and for my room I'll have a couch that's golden and a cheetah bed cover. I'll by 12 6 packs of bakugans, even more Bakugans! Then I'll move to Russia and go snow caving in the mountains, buy some fish to eat and some meat and veggies, work as a pilot and earn even more money!!!! Bwa ha ha ha ha!!!! Then I'll get another job for even more money! Then I'll work for a Weber State University professor. Then I'll go back to utah and have a wife and get her a job that will get her over a million dollars and then we'll have kids and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I couldn't stop laughing when I read this. What is he? A child Hugh Hefner? What's up with the gold furniture, cheetah bedspread, and a robe? That's what he wants? Should I worry? And perhaps I should get Coop interested in something other than gaming systems. It seems to be all he thinks about. At least he wants to work for Weber State. Maybe when he goes and gets that wife and then gets her a job, she can work at Weber State too? And maybe he'll teach his classes in a robe? What am I doing wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8970673631239927747?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8970673631239927747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8970673631239927747' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8970673631239927747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8970673631239927747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-had-million-dollars.html' title='If I Had a Million Dollars....'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-5547665311502404814</id><published>2008-12-06T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:43:06.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eeb228c2b3f6dc34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deeb228c2b3f6dc34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120858%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F7A772A2D9792AA86B660E878F51997B41A2B9C.26EF1E0B3340B0F5F478F3A0B59A7EE37729674F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deeb228c2b3f6dc34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgZ_zt3Vwug9UQW3NX8x5oKRtE8k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deeb228c2b3f6dc34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120858%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F7A772A2D9792AA86B660E878F51997B41A2B9C.26EF1E0B3340B0F5F478F3A0B59A7EE37729674F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deeb228c2b3f6dc34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgZ_zt3Vwug9UQW3NX8x5oKRtE8k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself....after about 9 freaking hours of trying to figure this out, I think I know how to post a video! I wanted to figure it out because I wanted to share this awesome video I took today of Kaid at his Ballroom Dance performance at Festival of Trees. It was too cute, and I was so proud. Kaid tried out for Ballroom Dance in the summer and made it. He has been going to practices every week, and today was the first time I was able to witness all of his hard work. I love his outfit..it was so PIMP (I'm not sure if that's appropriate for a 7th grader, but it's the only word that comes to mind). He had to wear a shiny black shirt with black pants, and the dance group gave him his shiny red vest. Woo Woo. As you watch the video, look how serious Kaid is throughout the entire performance. He didn't smile or anything. He was totally concentrating. Sometimes you can even see him counting. I was laughing. However, from one dancer to another...timing is everything. You don't want to step on your partners toes or even worse...drop her. I'm so glad Kaid likes to do this because it is so fun for us to watch him. Who knows...maybe in a few years, Kaid will be on Dancing with the Stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-5547665311502404814?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eeb228c2b3f6dc34&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5547665311502404814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5547665311502404814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5547665311502404814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5547665311502404814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8248290267088134180</id><published>2008-12-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:44:08.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtZwKk2kGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/es2I4DFwHaI/s1600-h/CIMG1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910072402186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtZwKk2kGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/es2I4DFwHaI/s320/CIMG1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were able to go to Las Vegas this Thanksgiving and spend the holiday with our family. We had a GREAT time. Our kids absolutely LOVED it. It seriously takes a couple of days for our kids to get over leaving after spending so much time with them. I am so happy that our kids feel so comfortable with their cousins and that they all get along so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtY4vgAupI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J7DMmyJtncI/s1600-h/CIMG1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276909120241318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtY4vgAupI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J7DMmyJtncI/s320/CIMG1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On one of the days, we made the mistake to venture down to the Strip to go to the Bellagio. I thought Robb was going to have a heart attack on the way there. It took a couple of hours and a fight with another driver later, but we made it inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtYeSR5J6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/J2Q_Q13e4a4/s1600-h/CIMG1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908665720874914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtYeSR5J6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/J2Q_Q13e4a4/s320/CIMG1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What cuties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtYEHUr7kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MZ1EAzjM3H4/s1600-h/CIMG1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908216103202370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtYEHUr7kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MZ1EAzjM3H4/s320/CIMG1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the Bellagio, if you haven't been there, when you first walk in, they have these really awesome glass flowers hanging from the ceiling. Robb had this great idea to take the picture with me on my knees with the camera pointing up at the ceiling. Other than me looking like a fool on the floor of the Bellagio, the picture turned out pretty cool. Robb is so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtUTTkLU2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gcnbp9FwOg8/s1600-h/CIMG1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276904079040926562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtUTTkLU2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gcnbp9FwOg8/s320/CIMG1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is right before we totally gorged ourselves with turkey and goodies. This Kelly family can't tell the other Kelly families (even if your last night has changed) how much we enjoy spending our special days with you. Matt and Samantha opened up their home and hearts to a TON of people and kept their cool the ENTIRE time. I was honestly worried a couple of times because there were a TON of kids and even more mess. But Matt and Sam's hospitality is remarkable...they didn't threaten to kill anyone at any point. They probably had to go to bed at night and scream in their pillows, but they always woke up with a smile of their face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8248290267088134180?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8248290267088134180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8248290267088134180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8248290267088134180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8248290267088134180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-in-vegas.html' title='Thanksgiving in Vegas'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/STtZwKk2kGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/es2I4DFwHaI/s72-c/CIMG1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8506662390360136132</id><published>2008-11-17T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:45:02.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greater Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay....so I filled you in about Cannon's counting fetish. So, I was driving with him late last night and he turned to me and said, "Mom, how old are you?" Interesting question.... I replied, "I'm 34. Why?" He sat there for a minute and thought about it, and then turned to me and said, "When I'm firty four, can I drive this car and have a wawet (wallet)?" I had to laugh. Are those the two things he envies the very most? My old car and my wallet with no money in it? I turned to him and said, "Of course. You can drive this car and get a wallet." He smiled and said, "Where do I get my wawet? Wal-Mart?" Why not? That's where we get everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8506662390360136132?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8506662390360136132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8506662390360136132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8506662390360136132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8506662390360136132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/11/greater-things-in-life.html' title='The Greater Things in Life'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-3897475317460766244</id><published>2008-11-13T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:45:19.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to count....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cannon's new favorite thing is counting. All day long he asks, "What time is it?" Whatever number I say, he counts it out. It is really cute. I'm pretty freaking clever though. Lately, whenever I need him to get me something, I say, "I will count and see how fast you are." He LOVES it. I can get him to do anything and all I have to do it count. How sweet is that? I got to take total advantage of it because he'll wise up in probably 6 months and then I'm back to getting my own drinks, the phone, the remote. Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-3897475317460766244?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/3897475317460766244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=3897475317460766244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3897475317460766244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3897475317460766244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-to-count.html' title='I love to count....'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7060982419225410777</id><published>2008-11-10T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:45:35.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club Anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have tried on many different occasions to organize a book club, but I have not been very successful. Apparently, not a lot of people like to read anymore. I'm a HUGE fan of reading and am always interested in hearing what people have to say about books. So...this is an outreach program to all of you who are interested in joining my book club. I will officially nominate me as the President so you don't have to do any of the organizing (at least not the first time around). Give me a shout out if good ol' fashioned reading is your style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7060982419225410777?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7060982419225410777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7060982419225410777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7060982419225410777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7060982419225410777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-club-anyone.html' title='Book Club Anyone???'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-857489771398929667</id><published>2008-11-10T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:45:51.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkQe8kEXRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xKAfwMT7Lk4/s1600-h/kaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267259363026033938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkQe8kEXRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xKAfwMT7Lk4/s320/kaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What can I say?? I'm very proud to announce that Kaid was selected as one of the Students of the Month in October. Robb and I were able to go to a breakfast for the students and their parents, and then Kaid and all of the other students were given awards. Kaid's teachers said a lot of great things about him. Probably the coolest benefit was Kaid was able to go to the front of the lunch line for the entire month....and he got to take a friend with him! I'm sure he had some friends appear during October that he didn't know he had in September. We're proud of you Kaid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3671683728238488229-857489771398929667?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/857489771398929667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=857489771398929667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/857489771398929667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/857489771398929667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/11/student-of-month.html' title='Student of the Month'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkQe8kEXRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xKAfwMT7Lk4/s72-c/kaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8024882107738133013</id><published>2008-11-10T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:46:47.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkLEtUlDkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ttmtBku7mbU/s1600-h/CIMG1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267253414699798082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkLEtUlDkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ttmtBku7mbU/s320/CIMG1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well....here are the boys in their Halloween costumes. I'm sorry it took so long to post them, and I'm sorry that I cannot figure out how to rotate my pictures. Will one of you blogging pros PLEASE call me and tell me how to do it so I don't waste another 2 hours at the computer. It would be much appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kaiden really wanted to be Obama for Halloween this year. He wanted to paint his face black and wear an afro. I would prefer not to have my kid get his butt kicked on Halloween night, so I told him I would go buy him an Obama mask&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkKl3EYRAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BGgFpivyJzE/s1600-h/CIMG1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267252884740260866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkKl3EYRAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BGgFpivyJzE/s320/CIMG1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Needless to say, the Obama masks were long gone. So were the McCain masks. However, there was an entire wall of Bush masks. They were practically giving them away. So, Bush he was, and I have to say, his costume was hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing. He didn't have a blue suit jacket, so he borrowed mine. If you look really close, that's a woman's Jones New York suit coat. It's a little tapered in the arms and waist, but it worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coop was Batman, and his costume was scary. He went trick-or-treating with his friend Austin and had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Connor and Cannon went trick-or-treating together this year. Cannon's costume might look a little worn. That's because he has been wearing his costume almost everyday since September. Apparently I don't know much about superheros. Whenever Cannon would put on his costume, he would walk around the house with his fingers and his wrist like they are in the picture. I couldn't figure it out. I honestly thought he was trying to do the "rock on" sign but was way off. I didn't try to fix it because how does a mom say, "No, son. You don't do rock on like that.....you do it like this." So, I just let it be. It wasn't until Connor got into full costume and made the same gesture that I realized it's how Spiderman shoots his web. I guess if I'm a mother of 4 boys, I better study up on superheros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkKMGsJNBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XD2N9z8odsI/s1600-h/CIMG1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267252442256978962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkKMGsJNBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XD2N9z8odsI/s320/CIMG1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyhoo...it was a great night. Grandma Joan came down and made Taco Soup and we took the boys trick-or-treating. Can I just say that I like Halloween much more as an adult. I don't have to do any of the work that I had to do as a kid, and I still get to eat just as much (okay...even more) candy than I did as a child. I love it, and my mom can't even take my bag and hide it. There are some perks to being the mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8024882107738133013?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8024882107738133013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8024882107738133013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8024882107738133013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8024882107738133013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SRkLEtUlDkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ttmtBku7mbU/s72-c/CIMG1464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8790052267312812790</id><published>2008-10-31T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:47:06.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Worlds....AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; you have ever wondered if there is a God, you need to visit the Body Worlds exhibit. Robb and I took our boys to The Leonardo in Salt Lake last night to see the Body Worlds exhibit. Basically, it is a CRAZY exhibit of people who have donated their bodies for display. It takes about two hours to go through the entire exhibit because there is an AMAZING amount of stuff to look at. It would take too long to explain everything, but some of my most favorite parts was the exhibit on the lungs. The have on display a set of lungs that had never smoked, and sitting right next to it, a set of lungs from a smoker. The non-smoker lungs were a gray color, and the smoker lungs were black and charred. It was so AMAZING! My boys (yes, I took all four of my boys. I was a little nervous about that, but they loved it. After they giggled and tee-hee'd over the boys and girls' privates, they thought it was really interesting) vowed they would never smoke after seeing those lungs. Sometimes I think it takes a real visual image to get the point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibit also had a part dedicated solely to the exhibition of the fetus and its development. I have always had a reverance to the whole reproductive process, but I appreciate my body so much more today. There were vials with fetuses at each week in-vitro. At week four, the fetus just looks like a little mass of tissue, but by week 9, you can actually see stubs. I'm not going to get on my soapbox right now about abortion, but you cannot visit that exhibition and then tell me that a baby is not a baby until a certain point in-vitro. A fetus has a heart beat by the fourth week, and the central nervous system is already developing. I don't know about you, but that sounds like there's a lot of life going on at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one case, there was a placenta that carried twins. The placenta has so much circulation that there are vessels and veins throughout the entire things, and to see 2 umbilical cords. I paused for quite a while at that point and thought about my body and what it does and what it has done. I looked at my four children walking around and looking at everything and paused and gave thanks to my Heavenly Father for giving me my body with all of its capabilities. Carrying 8 pound twins to term was no easy task, but my body did that!! I grew two hearts, two lungs, two kidneys, four arms, four legs, and 20 fingers. No wonder I was always exhausted, but I grew two human beings that are healthy and strong and full of life....what an amazing thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also paused and remembered when I was carrying Cannon and was 14 weeks along. At that point, a 14 week fetus is very much a baby. I was sitting at the table and felt a gush of warmth. I looked down and noticed I was bleeding very badly. I had miscarried before and knew that any blood wasn't good, but this was a lot and I knew that I had lost my baby. I went to the hospital devastated. As I rested on the table, the doctor came in and asked me what was wrong. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I said, "I lost my baby tonight." His reply was, "Well, with this bleeding, was there pain or contractions." I thought about it for a minute and realized that there were none of those. I told him, "No. There was not any pain, but there was an incredible amount of blood, so I'm sure I lost my baby." He said, "Let's do an ultrasound before we decide that." A cathetar and full bladder later, the ultra-sound tech revealed that my baby was still very much alive but that my placenta had torn. I didn't know what that meant. I could see my baby kicking (which I was thrilled to see), but a torn placenta can't be good, right? Well, little did I know that with a lot of rest and even more prayers, a placenta can heal and repair itself and not harm the baby. That's exactly what mine did, and Cannon was born healthy and white-headed. What a miracle. How smart is my body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that is always doubting the power and influence of God. Oh, but how clever is He.....? Just when you feel everywhere you turn, God is being removed from everything, I visit an exhibit where his power is being shouted from every bone, vein, tissue and hair. However, He doesn't do it in a loud and obnoxious way...His message is humble and quiet, but more powerful than words. It's a message that states, "I love you enough that I made your body be able to do all of these things. I love you enough that I made you to be like me." That's a message I will work harder to never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I feel like I have weight to lose or I'm frustrated because I woke up with a new zit, I will work harder to remember the gift I have been given, even if it's not always the way I want it to be. It's a gift much bigger than myself and 10 extra pounds, stretch marks and wrinkles only gives it character, right? I'm thankful for this gift....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-8790052267312812790?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8790052267312812790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8790052267312812790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8790052267312812790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8790052267312812790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/10/body-worldsamazing.html' title='Body Worlds....AMAZING'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7593948103064572159</id><published>2008-10-27T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:36:10.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...See I do know how to do these.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been TAGGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three names I go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Brooke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Mrs. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Trout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three restaurants I like (it's easier to say three I DON"T like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Sizzler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Asian Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Carl's Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three things I really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. My kids to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. To be successful in my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. To Choose the Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three pets you have/had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Maggie (I hated that stupid dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Jack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three things I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Went shopping at the outlets in St. George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Drove 4.5 hours home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Ate half the chocolate chip batter that Kaid made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three things I ate yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Mongolian Barbeque (however, we asked the owner what it's like to live in Mongolia and he told us he didn't know...he's from Vietnam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Starbursts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. The batter I already told you about....not a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three fears I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Throwing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Losing my family members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Bad Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three things I plan on doing tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Clean (my house is DESTROYED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three Holidays I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Fourth of July LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beverages I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Diet Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Fresca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Lime Rickey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three people I TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Stacie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Kamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7593948103064572159?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7593948103064572159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7593948103064572159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7593948103064572159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7593948103064572159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggedsee-i-do-know-how-to-do-these.html' title='Tagged...See I do know how to do these.'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-1375020118908029809</id><published>2008-10-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:39:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll figure this out....I promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I thought it was time that I update my blog, and I was getting a little tired of the background so I changed it. Unfortunately, it messed up all of the coloring and everything. Again, I spent about an hour trying to fix it and it didn't work. I thought about just going back to the original background, but then I would have to switch everything back the other way. &lt;strong&gt;HEADACHE! &lt;/strong&gt;So, I'm leaving it the way it is, but I promise everything from here on out will be legible. I am also planning on putting some new pictures on tonight, so stay posted...that's if you care, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-1375020118908029809?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/1375020118908029809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=1375020118908029809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1375020118908029809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1375020118908029809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-figure-this-outi-promise.html' title='I&apos;ll figure this out....I promise.'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-1647832499303423820</id><published>2008-09-17T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:25:49.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you have been successful as a parent when your kids are BEGGING to go back to school&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247236126816467522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SNHtdM99-kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eHiFKYaxsys/s400/CIMG1329.JPG" border="0" width="403" height="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I have been trying to rotate Kaid's picture for the last 30 mintues, but I am not computer saavy....sorry. This is Kaid as he is heading out the door to his first day of &lt;strong&gt;JUNIOR HIGH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I can hardly believe it. I have to admit...it's a little frightening sending your oldest off to junior high, and for a lot of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It means that Robb and I are getting &lt;strong&gt;DANG &lt;/strong&gt;old, and I don't like that one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Kaiden has his cell phone attached to his hand at all times answering and sending texts at record speeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;In the morning, he comes down smelling like he bathed in Axe. I'm not sure what message he is trying to send to the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And his voice has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;COMPLETELY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;changed. He sounds like a little man....SCARY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247238214889588450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SNHvWvpZRuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Naq8H8S3PrM/s400/CIMG1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;This little guy is Cooper, or better know as Coop. Behind that sweet little face is a lot of feistyness. He's the spitting image of his father, and has a lot of his personality traits as well. He's starting 5th grade this year and can't wait to get back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247238996061468050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SNHwENvSNZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V0KzeAdp0Zo/s400/CIMG1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't say enough great things about my sweet Connor. He is actually as sweet as that face. Just to give you an idea of his sweetness....when we went school shopping, it was a challenge because i guess the big thing these days for boys' clothes is skulls. There are skulls on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt; Connor refused to buy anything with a skull on it. It didn't matter how awesome the shirt was....if there was a skull on it, he put it right back. I finally asked him why he hated skulls so bad. He said, "Because they're punkish, and I'm not a punk." Freaking sweetest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-1647832499303423820?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/1647832499303423820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=1647832499303423820' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1647832499303423820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1647832499303423820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SNHtdM99-kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eHiFKYaxsys/s72-c/CIMG1329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-5647602406197125503</id><published>2008-09-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:39:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake Brawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SMVhpj4vejI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ERvhgc4GhX8/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243704707778574898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SMVhpj4vejI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ERvhgc4GhX8/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Robb officially completed his last triathlon of the year. On Saturday, September 6, Robb, Matt and Zach raced in the &lt;strong&gt;BEAR LAKE BRAWL. &lt;/strong&gt;It was so fun to watch, and Robb ended the season with a &lt;strong&gt;BANG! &lt;/strong&gt;We finished 3rd overall and got to stand on the podium (which didn't exist) and received a trophy. We're still deciding what we want to do with the trophy. Robb said he's going to use it to protect his chips when he plays poker. It was a great way to end the season. All of the boys and myself and very proud of him. It is fun to yell to him as he passes us..."Hurry up. There are only 3 people ahead of you." Not many people can yell that to their hubby. Congrats Robby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243706111258260834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SMVi7QQX9WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vvCwNYl0jXs/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Robb and I celebrating his trophy. I had to have my hat on because my cowlicks were acting up and it looked like I had horns. However, in this picture, I look like the unabomber...and I'm not sure why Robb wanted to pimp his chest hair (or lack of), but we do look happy.  &lt;strong&gt;YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3671683728238488229-5647602406197125503?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5647602406197125503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5647602406197125503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5647602406197125503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5647602406197125503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/09/bear-lake-brawl.html' title='Bear Lake Brawl'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SMVhpj4vejI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ERvhgc4GhX8/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-3016652880720746342</id><published>2008-08-22T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:20:29.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Johnson BABY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK8672epbRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rQguLQ0knik/s1600-h/n589135353_4020428_6004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237469691565927698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK8672epbRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rQguLQ0knik/s400/n589135353_4020428_6004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Last week Robb and I (we met Lex and SaDee there) went to Jack Johnson at the Usana Ampitheatre. It was AWESOME. We had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237470020770375810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK87PA3GqII/AAAAAAAAAEM/s_dAUAKApeY/s400/n589135353_4020426_5438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-3016652880720746342?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/3016652880720746342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=3016652880720746342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3016652880720746342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3016652880720746342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/jack-johnson-baby.html' title='Jack Johnson BABY!!'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK8672epbRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rQguLQ0knik/s72-c/n589135353_4020428_6004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-1101714593125663089</id><published>2008-08-22T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:03:04.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK819p18AdI/AAAAAAAAADo/-XxCtp4av6Y/s1600-h/CIMG1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237464224975552978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK819p18AdI/AAAAAAAAADo/-XxCtp4av6Y/s400/CIMG1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;That HUGE jar of money is what the Kelly's call "The Vacation Jar". It was Robb's idea really. He told all of the kids that if they found loose change around the house and filled the jar, when it was to the top, he would take them to America First to change it in and divide the money four ways and the kids got to pick where they want to spend it. All the kids decided they wanted to go to Fat Cats....and they worked SO hard to fill the jar. They were searching under cushions, robbing ashtrays, cleaning out my wallet. After a couple of months, they had completely filled it. To add interest to the competition, Robb let the all the boys guess how much money was in the jar and whoever got the closest got an additional 20 bucks. Robb and I guessed as well. Needless to say, everyone was WAY off. Kaid said 300 bucks and Cooper and Connor were in the high 200's. I guess 72 bucks and I was the closest. The end result was 170 bucks. Last Saturday, we took all the boys to Fat Cats and gave them each 40 bucks to spend on the arcade. They LOVED it. They have already started saving up for our next adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK81iQZrSBI/AAAAAAAAADg/g1KBRPlgFvA/s1600-h/CIMG1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237463754289661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK81iQZrSBI/AAAAAAAAADg/g1KBRPlgFvA/s400/CIMG1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-1101714593125663089?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/1101714593125663089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=1101714593125663089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1101714593125663089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1101714593125663089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-jar.html' title='Vacation Jar'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SK819p18AdI/AAAAAAAAADo/-XxCtp4av6Y/s72-c/CIMG1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8807769800460434607</id><published>2008-08-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:44:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167486091497&amp;amp;site=widget-e9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167486091497&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p1/2810246167486091497/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8m5Ari4eI/AAAAAAAAADU/cvrQYlgTBs4/s400/CIMG0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is from last year after we hiked Timpanogas Cave, and Kaiden has changed a lot in a year, but I wanted to post this picture because it is so him...so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-5114102374133134041?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5114102374133134041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5114102374133134041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5114102374133134041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5114102374133134041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/kaiden.html' title='Kaiden....'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8m5Ari4eI/AAAAAAAAADU/cvrQYlgTBs4/s72-c/CIMG0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2189751342390976915</id><published>2008-08-10T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:33:49.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8mcRJH0dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ueq3vEsnes0/s1600-h/CIMG0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232943559107662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8mcRJH0dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ueq3vEsnes0/s400/CIMG0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2189751342390976915?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2189751342390976915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2189751342390976915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2189751342390976915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2189751342390976915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh My!'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8mcRJH0dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ueq3vEsnes0/s72-c/CIMG0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8811079205512730285</id><published>2008-08-10T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:31:43.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlioz The Aristocat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8k6XXqr6I/AAAAAAAAADE/y-FIpbNkPXc/s1600-h/CIMG1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232941877152100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8k6XXqr6I/AAAAAAAAADE/y-FIpbNkPXc/s400/CIMG1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the school year, Connor told me he wanted to try out for the school play The Aristocats. I thought it was a great idea! I asked him for weeks if he needed to do anything to prepare for tryouts. He reassured me he had to do nothing. The day of tryouts came and I was at work. I got a frantic phone call from Connor. He has tryouts in an hour and he needed to have a song to sing in front of the judges for tryouts. I cruised home and got the High School Musical CD and met him at the school. When it was his turn, I went in with him and put the CD in. I thought for sure he would freeze or get too embarrassed to do it. But to my pleasant surprise, the music started and Connor started singing....and dancing....without any rehearsal!! It was awesome. He's a natural born talent. Needless to say, he got one of the lead roles and performed at the end of the school year. We are so proud of him!&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/3671683728238488229-8811079205512730285?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8811079205512730285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8811079205512730285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8811079205512730285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8811079205512730285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/berlioz-aristocat.html' title='Berlioz The Aristocat'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8k6XXqr6I/AAAAAAAAADE/y-FIpbNkPXc/s72-c/CIMG1140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-1552333004452737183</id><published>2008-08-10T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:15:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper and Cannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8iFbVLsYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cUIFZjvLj7U/s1600-h/the+boys+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232938768659100034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8iFbVLsYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cUIFZjvLj7U/s400/the+boys+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-1552333004452737183?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/1552333004452737183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=1552333004452737183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1552333004452737183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/1552333004452737183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooper-and-cannon.html' title='Cooper and Cannon'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8iFbVLsYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cUIFZjvLj7U/s72-c/the+boys+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-659394082158786699</id><published>2008-08-10T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:12:05.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband the Triathlete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8gVzT0GrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qQHX-KstOG8/s1600-h/TRI+PICS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936850950462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8gVzT0GrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qQHX-KstOG8/s400/TRI+PICS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna brag my hubby up just a bit. I love this picture. It looks like it should be in a magazine. Notice the look on his face...he looks like he's gonna kill someone, or like he's gonna die himself. Robb and some of our closest friends trained all year long and participated in a handful of triathlons this year. Robb did awesome...usually placing in his division and doing well overall. It took a lot of work, and Robb slimmed down quite a bit (this picture doesn't look like it though), but it was so fun to watch him race. It even gave me motiviation to join him in a couple this year myself. He worked hard, and his hard work paid off. I'm not sure how many more he has left in him. I'm sure he'll continue till he's semi-close to Tyler. We'll have to see if that ever happens...wink, wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-659394082158786699?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/659394082158786699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=659394082158786699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/659394082158786699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/659394082158786699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-husband-triathlete.html' title='My husband the Triathlete'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8gVzT0GrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qQHX-KstOG8/s72-c/TRI+PICS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2282234072516440480</id><published>2008-08-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:04:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Hat C-Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8fg3Nhf5I/AAAAAAAAACs/stXilK9gO8s/s1600-h/Cannon+at+Car+Show+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232935941464752018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8fg3Nhf5I/AAAAAAAAACs/stXilK9gO8s/s400/Cannon+at+Car+Show+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Honestly....how do you refuse a face like that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2282234072516440480?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2282234072516440480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2282234072516440480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2282234072516440480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2282234072516440480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-hat-c-dog.html' title='Nice Hat C-Dog'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8fg3Nhf5I/AAAAAAAAACs/stXilK9gO8s/s72-c/Cannon+at+Car+Show+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-5935948827144998991</id><published>2008-08-10T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:59:32.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8eWwO7xnI/AAAAAAAAACk/8co5uFKa8Sk/s1600-h/CIMG0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232934668281300594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8eWwO7xnI/AAAAAAAAACk/8co5uFKa8Sk/s400/CIMG0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of people have suggested that my blog is lacking a picture of me, so I searched my camera and quickly realized that I'm usually the one taking the picture. However, after scanning all the pictures, there was this one that one of my kids took of me with one of my most favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-5935948827144998991?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/5935948827144998991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=5935948827144998991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5935948827144998991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/5935948827144998991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-of-me.html' title='A Picture of ME!'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJ8eWwO7xnI/AAAAAAAAACk/8co5uFKa8Sk/s72-c/CIMG0487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-2627534865797503128</id><published>2008-08-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:33:12.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJnmbBJ0jLI/AAAAAAAAABk/EzOvzwYziTI/s1600-h/CIMG1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231465794008026290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJnmbBJ0jLI/AAAAAAAAABk/EzOvzwYziTI/s400/CIMG1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt; In May 2008, Robb and I went on a Hawaiian Cruise with our friend Matt and Heidi Yeates and Kim and Darren Scott. We had a great time and saw so many great things. We went snubaing (a mix of scuba and snorkel). Robb will say that I didn't really do it because I hovered at the top of the water, but I am proud of myself because I originally wasn't going to do it. I was too afraid of sharks. We did an awesome zipline through the jungles of Kauai, and Robb tried to surf. Except for my dialated eye from the seasick patch, the trip was a complete hit. And if any of you want to see Robb perform, ask him to sing "Turn the Page". He performed for us one night....karoke style. Hopefully this time he'll leave his clothes on. (You'll have to ask him about this....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231467461529605602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJnn8FJ8leI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mYxywhTeTFU/s400/CIMG1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On our second day in Maui, we got up at 2:30 am and rode a bus up to the top of Haleakala Volacano to watch the sunrise. It was amazing. It was freezing cold and extremely early, but it was something I will never forget. We then rode mountain bikes down the mountain which was awesome (except for when Robb took a wrong turn and we had to ride our bikes about 2 miles straight up the mountain).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231466270723102354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJnm2xDjVpI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Jcp771c8xI/s400/CIMG1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Robb, Matt, and Darren were able to swim some of the Ironman Triathlon swim course in Kona, Hawaii. Maybe next time we'll be back watching them do the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-2627534865797503128?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/2627534865797503128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=2627534865797503128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2627534865797503128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/2627534865797503128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/hawaiian-vacation.html' title='Hawaiian Vacation'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJnmbBJ0jLI/AAAAAAAAABk/EzOvzwYziTI/s72-c/CIMG1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-8270353503528921954</id><published>2008-08-05T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:55:38.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJk239hKGaI/AAAAAAAAABc/DiGAaBYBTHo/s1600-h/CIMG1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231272777201883554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJk239hKGaI/AAAAAAAAABc/DiGAaBYBTHo/s400/CIMG1302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He didn't learn this from me...&lt;br /&gt;I know this is slightly inappropriate, but it has to be told. Robb and I recently finished the Spudman Triathlon. After the race, we were getting our stuff together and when we looked up, Cannon had on Robb's swim cap. We thought it was a great picture moment, so Robb grabbed the camera and said to Cannon, "Okay, on the count of three, give a thumbs up." Robb said, "One...two...three...." and this is what Cannon did. I gasped, and turned around and saw Cooper and Connor running for their lives. I wonder who taught him that!&lt;/span&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/3671683728238488229-8270353503528921954?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/8270353503528921954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=8270353503528921954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8270353503528921954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/8270353503528921954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-didnt-learn-this-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJk239hKGaI/AAAAAAAAABc/DiGAaBYBTHo/s72-c/CIMG1302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-4977000794225229111</id><published>2008-08-05T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:24:43.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiking-adams-canyon.html"&gt;Hiking Adams Canyon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so on the 24th of July, Robb and I were trying to think of some cheap family fun, so we decided to take our kids to hike Adams Canyon. We weren't sure what the response would be, but initially they were excited. So, the entire drive there, Robb and I kept prepping the boys. We kept telling them that hikers don't whine. I just knew that we would get about 100 yards from our car and our boys would be done. I have to say..the initial hike up the hillside was brutal. I wasn't sure what I had gotten us into, but once we made it to the mouth of the canyon and there was shade, we did much better. I should've given my boys more credit because they did AWESOME. They were such troopers. I was so thrilled when we made it to the first waterfall. I was SO surprised when they wanted to continue and go all the way to the top. So, we did, and it was a blast! Cannon, our baby, is a natural born hiker. He didn't want any help. There were times he was on his hands and knees making his way to the top. At the end, we were sweaty and tired, but it was great. I'm already scalping for our next hike. I hope I have takers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-4977000794225229111?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/4977000794225229111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=4977000794225229111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4977000794225229111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/4977000794225229111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiking-adams-canyon-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-7091054081435842068</id><published>2008-08-05T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:20:39.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJk0m5N9rmI/AAAAAAAAABU/dXzW5xf66XE/s1600-h/CIMG1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231270284966604386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJk0m5N9rmI/AAAAAAAAABU/dXzW5xf66XE/s400/CIMG1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-7091054081435842068?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/7091054081435842068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=7091054081435842068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7091054081435842068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/7091054081435842068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJQt-NguXXg/SJk0m5N9rmI/AAAAAAAAABU/dXzW5xf66XE/s72-c/CIMG1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671683728238488229.post-3400504518928446063</id><published>2008-08-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:26:13.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>The Kelly Klan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess I better get with the times and start blogging. I LOVE reading everyone's blog, and if anyone is interested in the Kelly family...well....here it is. I'm just starting out with this, so I'll start by just posting our recent family pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671683728238488229-3400504518928446063?l=thekellyklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/feeds/3400504518928446063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671683728238488229&amp;postID=3400504518928446063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3400504518928446063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671683728238488229/posts/default/3400504518928446063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekellyklan.blogspot.com/2008/08/kelly-klan.html' title='The Kelly Klan'/><author><name>The Kelly Klan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782384811952310778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
