<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6385372377996851351</id><updated>2024-09-22T18:34:24.270-07:00</updated><category term="Jerry"/><category term="Crafts"/><category term="Resolutions"/><category term="Crafty"/><category term="Marriage"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="Crazy Life"/><category term="Disneyland"/><category term="Adventure"/><category term="Annoyed"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Friends"/><category term="Getting older"/><category term="Kids"/><category term="Medical Phobia"/><category term="Sick"/><category term="Wifely Duty"/><category term="food"/><category term="great husband"/><category term="Dogs"/><category term="Eating healthy"/><category term="Expectations"/><category term="Home Depot"/><category term="Home Improvement"/><category term="Moving"/><category term="Next Stage"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Preparation"/><category term="Redding"/><category term="September 11"/><category term="Style; Pintrest test;"/><category term="Weekly Memory"/><category term="blind as a bat"/><category term="children"/><category term="driving"/><category term="girls nights"/><category term="phobias"/><title type='text'>Together we are Jelly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-1510948991136823647</id><published>2012-07-27T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-27T14:22:49.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This past Wednesday Jerry decided he was going to take me on a date to dinner and a movie.&amp;nbsp; This is how we decide our movies:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: So, let’s go to dinner and a movie tonight and I believe I owe you a chick flick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;K: Try 10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I don’t think there are any out right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;K: Of course not…Oh wait there is one out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Which one?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To which I just stood there with a smirk on my face&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Which one?… No, I’m not seeing that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I am just rolling around on the ground laugh hysterically&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;K: I’ll trade you the 10 movies you owe for this one!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I am not going to see Magic Mike.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;K: ahahahah Dang it!&amp;nbsp; I thought for sure I could get you with that swap.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Sooo, Dark Knight Rises?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;K: Sooo, no movie then?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dinner it was, I am holding firm no more guy movies until I get my chick flick!&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/1510948991136823647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/07/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1510948991136823647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1510948991136823647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/07/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-2448156317747629206</id><published>2012-07-18T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-18T13:30:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing on Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I was little I always wished that I could dance on the clouds one day.&amp;nbsp; I still wish for that and it’s probably why when the clouds looked like this from our plane it made me long for that again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggv1S0G4EZ_Pm8dcMfZRzdiqqEBhw6bfOUEaLWXBGgRUeSFUb9xEVEEz02IrbCyemwkikf3U2UBl2cPS5yGYERodd-so7zefqiwQ3dcaQr51-iwOzVu4rfbXtassAqA_3m_JCYIcao9Hg/s1600-h/clouds%2525201%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;clouds 1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;clouds 1&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RW_ki3ha4bZ83ghSgG6MVNqbqszdsW8GcVioh-A2Odt23ph5nDC70FcemNczmvdO9VgIK99DERGIbD2FTUFrKFM7SErxqDML3jwoF89g6fahkMctJsZp8EjG48RVtKwK9ocXClanAO0/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On our later flight we were blessed with this view and it made me realize it would be best to dance on them at sunset.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLV5l0mlIUFsz4bIzIjIRW2b9kd_UnMFxf3PoJ2lLSAvGdpoD7Eu0rNOg6c42B47Ea8C6AKhjInQGTmaYk3Tlaek4rb3_vMzDWXRgl4mwrYfkHdzppsur9J6rloTETlvlAAHSuvuICgg/s1600-h/clouds%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;clouds&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;clouds&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgac2A91xq2cKaEyojewslsaYGh7Tv0KTfK_oYwmXSonXON8r-HWzuyIi1eoANzHwxFBkTCrBob-XlzCNc7ubW5agmd-ErkRxhF-iR9ukF-dvfukgCXW3fYvw_QYHhnQSbmQYvhOEupcck/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;220&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The best show of the evening though was when the clouds held a lightening show for us.&amp;nbsp; I guess God’s fireworks are better than our man made ones any way.&amp;nbsp; Wish I could have got a picture, but it wouldn’t have done it justice anyways.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/2448156317747629206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/07/dancing-on-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/2448156317747629206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/2448156317747629206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/07/dancing-on-clouds.html' title='Dancing on Clouds'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RW_ki3ha4bZ83ghSgG6MVNqbqszdsW8GcVioh-A2Odt23ph5nDC70FcemNczmvdO9VgIK99DERGIbD2FTUFrKFM7SErxqDML3jwoF89g6fahkMctJsZp8EjG48RVtKwK9ocXClanAO0/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-1934692951122500873</id><published>2012-07-13T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-13T10:07:48.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As my brother keeps reminding me I have been absent here for about two months, and while I feel this blog helps relieve stress and express things I have a hard time expressing normally, I just haven’t had the energy to write.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Summer is generally the time that I rejuvenate and prepare for the end of the year in all of it’s craziness and required obligations, but no amount of rest has been helping.&amp;nbsp; I am just exhausted all the time, I wake up exhausted and stay that way through out the day and honestly this isn’t a new thing I have just hid it.&amp;nbsp; If I could I would go home after work and crawl in bed and sleep until the next day and I might have enough energy finally.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The worst part of this is that I have lost my relationship with the Lord and I don’t know how to get it back.&amp;nbsp; I know that trusting him and resting in him gives me strength but getting up earlier to read my bible or stay up later wasn’t working.&amp;nbsp; So, please say a few prayers for me, and eventually I’ll get back to this at a regular interval, and until then it might be basic post with little to no thought behind it.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/1934692951122500873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/07/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1934692951122500873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1934692951122500873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/07/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-4013686242232253629</id><published>2012-05-25T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T09:42:44.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to smile about</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We celebrated my birthday this past weekend with our group of friends and as always we have a great time together.&amp;nbsp; We went out to lunch and then went wine tasting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During wine tasting Wonder Woman pulled out fake mustaches for us girls and some of us took this photo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJTRT8RO_G62uen5eVLBUGNyw7Jdn4er6lzBId0UotucU6yG9vywmGDnTweRLNbbSpf6tBHFrQYaqnHVC0QdPEzRaI82R6DRTV2lco72cky0_jUYUocbiq6djbAEGtwegTy1bQDbvxYw/s1600-h/photo%252520%25252813%252529%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo (13)&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo (13)&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsI3r6z705t08SrETNpW-CIE65x93LTMPYy4Ofh48asLUlscj2CoRxBOBt06cQdR4vgcgNBEMIP0QimgkCD4uBfCx2Lhp0yadT3hBwdrQSxVK47CgIASwzGmTCaXxdlSPlJdUM4cmDIHc/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;291&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this photo for so many reasons, but especially because it reminds me that no matter what is going on I have been blessed with a group of girlfriends that for one day will help you forget you are a mature adult.&amp;nbsp; This photo is my phone background and I giggle like a school girl every time I see it.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/4013686242232253629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/05/something-to-smile-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4013686242232253629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4013686242232253629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/05/something-to-smile-about.html' title='Something to smile about'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsI3r6z705t08SrETNpW-CIE65x93LTMPYy4Ofh48asLUlscj2CoRxBOBt06cQdR4vgcgNBEMIP0QimgkCD4uBfCx2Lhp0yadT3hBwdrQSxVK47CgIASwzGmTCaXxdlSPlJdUM4cmDIHc/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-8067993503894999507</id><published>2012-05-25T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T09:22:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing I was Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember back when you were young and all you wish is to be a grown up and to be able to make all your own decisions?&amp;nbsp; Well I remember that time and this week I wish I could back then.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could be Peter Pan with all the innocence and naivety that a child is lucky enough to have.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This past weekend we were faced with one of those adult decisions where the right answer isn’t obvious and either choice you make will hurt.&amp;nbsp; Rusty had a block in his intestines and if we didn’t operate we would have to put him down.&amp;nbsp; If we operate it is going to cost us any where from $3k – $6k depending on the vet we go to.&amp;nbsp; So do we tighten our budget and do the surgery or not?&amp;nbsp; We debated this for 24 hours going back and forth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We ultimately decided to do the surgery and I’m glad we made that decision, but we have been faced with so many adult decisions lately that I am tired of being an adult.&amp;nbsp; I want to go back to years where my biggest worry was how much homework do I have and how many days until summer are left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqZUW31g42RgBY1Oio29Rr4c4MStJnkpCpDJQoXtbieHsAHJdiwn94C4dj42DWAluND9ymqC7ZoCEDaFptOPZA0SndchNgD4vZNkUcsqu8teSjLZCNlSK7xBwi6Ru5zzT-WvFKhJNIE0/s1600-h/photo%252520%25252812%252529%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo (12)&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo (12)&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3asg4JePO0o2og2VMJBt54zn2Aq3ZZAbhvkOZ6-7REdE0wwmIoDG4nw_QT-jmk4HGb7SvkEVQmO3hdYqgzYBWlMYEUnrwlt1qLiFHXfFPfdi4d4WMfVOihdWpvt_bnil-sAPRpJsQeFo/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; height=&quot;322&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope this memorial day weekend we can all find the time to be young at heart again even if only for a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/8067993503894999507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/05/wishing-i-was-peter-pan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/8067993503894999507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/8067993503894999507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/05/wishing-i-was-peter-pan.html' title='Wishing I was Peter Pan'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3asg4JePO0o2og2VMJBt54zn2Aq3ZZAbhvkOZ6-7REdE0wwmIoDG4nw_QT-jmk4HGb7SvkEVQmO3hdYqgzYBWlMYEUnrwlt1qLiFHXfFPfdi4d4WMfVOihdWpvt_bnil-sAPRpJsQeFo/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-7092748164050950440</id><published>2012-05-03T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T13:53:46.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearview mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In my women’s bible study on Monday we just finished going through the book of Esther.&amp;nbsp; I recommend you read that book of the bible and if you have read it before re-read it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think this time reading through I saw a Godly woman in a secular environment showing those people who God is just by her actions.&amp;nbsp; If you work or live in this type of environment re-read this book with that focus, and you will see you can make a difference.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thing that caught me this week was that out of this event there came a celebration of Purim as a reminder of all God did.&amp;nbsp; So last night our discussion centered around ways to remember the victories God has won in our lives and why it is so important to remember them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were asked to think of creative ways to remember God working in our lives, and I realized that this blog has become that.&amp;nbsp; I hope you find ways to remember what God has done in your life because it really does help us get through the tough times.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/7092748164050950440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/05/rearview-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/7092748164050950440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/7092748164050950440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/05/rearview-mirror.html' title='Rearview mirror'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-5107637422428097140</id><published>2012-04-23T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T14:06:36.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry’s Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My last post, which was far to long ago, was about Jerry trying to &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/04/post-in-which-jerry-gets-thrown-under.html&quot;&gt;transfer a gift&lt;/a&gt; from one holiday to another.&amp;nbsp; Yes, my birthday is considered a holiday and much like Christmas it takes a full month to appreciate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, at the the end of the post I stated that the Nike+ Fuelband is actually available I would be getting it shortly.&amp;nbsp; Guessss Whaaaat!?!&amp;nbsp; It arrived and I have been enjoying the awesomeness that it is for this past weekend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbv869BNQqpTLtXgxrYZhDINg5aQm1mA8fG3-YnObyxBIQQ-Xh1TozI6UFLXwQysb2IT7J2FXrhcqhFY4VSBDzj8wNrFoEeQ71jZ4eFGzjLDZrjbVWDVmW43Y7T0rJs-pdj0_V_VYPVoM/s1600-h/Fuel1%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Fuel1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Fuel1&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6Femgrthvp6Ux9DI2gJ-NFNbZPCVmGVCg7p-OQiO_mJ_erl5BXt5p1pgOZnFDPv6SXy_FtfC1A4rLJ9QOhhpElDxL0rtNiRUaFwnNy1p05dDE3HajUudoa54bJ_VBus2JPhtDov-Uus/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheVM_4PChQ8B7RwlRyWIEcXE9SoUqz6_ah1-XY9XXrqMMd8-_X_Jz-WlSflniBQZID2ZE6aTACLMfly52o2P71St6q-lglvaSBmKHRGTLGFAYGyz1TnXR_ueut1XNv0T2hjCjzmD2Q4Gs/s1600-h/Fuel2%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Fuel2&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Fuel2&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-jLQ4MwA_0VnTHtAFbfZXvUE36GKhzGYpLw4pfwUG7BQ8pmKTVFVgKtcnYSBssNiTZju7vPfJJfwibqtkePNL2WxfDCZ4jBuf6kxaYJ7wl4aFcyiObLQVpp21xhQUUQFgf477_5Xotg/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEFwlJ5xy1oaWglOTpIKzqWvJactZFcuHH-WsNuX0H4P4c879AYbV_MXtNX0YoRWNCZNUNdpcKUr22Fen-hkRdmrkkzYGBLgvQFpv3SoRLJqakMIJe77pHiusmU0tcjoJx8WlP32F88c/s1600-h/Fuel3%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Fuel3&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Fuel3&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7PH57XLbjAUvEbgPbYi2yf8MUdIodLkItIult9xRFlHLnaxf131VjvIkJsVnuFkT6OZNKg2mUqyrPjx9I-DewhrpZoxOGMaDIDayQloYCWjV7CbfgKcwFTzR6losGL7-yodvFP_l7xkE/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I apologize for the arm hair, but it’s the best we get.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am loving the band and I love that it is a challenge for myself.&amp;nbsp; My daily goal currently is 2500 fuel points and so far this has been challenging since I haven’t been able to make it to the gym.&amp;nbsp; I feel the days I can make it to the gym or get a nice long walk I can probably have the goal set at 3,500.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thing I also love is I can sync it with my phone and see where I am at for the week as well as take a look at the daily activity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpjgvM3NRqOBG9kDNt1fwcck2IscRX_3LEGRZlUEBcOGmjVTQraxsRAFaTYXtWZBSwnThkyl7m5KEn7gHU_Y3t_mgGRkCO2O3GVmtVeMhVCFKMxt8KqfCdn1aZxK91WmicaU62RYeJgo/s1600-h/fuel4%25255B2%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;fuel4&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;fuel4&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2GdxPRtqnWTVD6u1UO841xHrtMW685YXD0WstPveJWotyKEj8KJVKMQaO8fdvp0TkXPARYX4Vnwh8eovgenW75pWh6Psqzfqr7x_q7SCXw0JCu0OVMcWzYeq5ioPcGEdd5X9T0Z6L6A/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;196&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2gAis46_gXtNbqn_eOerEVVFJggVlkspETPLoXnWgQf2bxMv8YYlZi7Z__u1ev3-ebEOfyK1i-jUaN65Qk5YQC0wJORDI77he6aWGwYJZhZtQPnJDKw0YWep2eIOZgN-a9UFrsBEOJQ/s1600-h/Fuel5%25255B5%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Fuel5&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Fuel5&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGUZGwSMBFcRDPX9ZQXMIHk_z6D3hLunXKLhciMCeBUd1FSP9Ri881PJpcvwAo6Jc6GMniDzmrJVIdOS39ZrGFynM3CvsNmnGO-Qd8QdSSgIyQlxgveN2WL6ptrFdPBbMmeCztQUPNTo/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;196&quot; height=&quot;291&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I also love when you meet your goal there is a celebration, and I have been able to celebrate both Saturday and Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I realize for some people that this could be lame or juvenile, but I need something to make working out a challenge or fun and this has done that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do wear the band all day, but if you look at the picture from yesterday you will notice that I didn’t really get many Fuel points unless I was working out or involved in high physical activity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lastly, it does state your calories and it is generally a 3 Fuel points to 1 calorie ratio, but it is important to note that the calories might not be 100% accurate and are more of a guideline.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/5107637422428097140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/04/jerrys-redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/5107637422428097140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/5107637422428097140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/04/jerrys-redemption.html' title='Jerry’s Redemption'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6Femgrthvp6Ux9DI2gJ-NFNbZPCVmGVCg7p-OQiO_mJ_erl5BXt5p1pgOZnFDPv6SXy_FtfC1A4rLJ9QOhhpElDxL0rtNiRUaFwnNy1p05dDE3HajUudoa54bJ_VBus2JPhtDov-Uus/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-4346449291795817298</id><published>2012-04-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T10:17:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The post in which Jerry gets thrown under the bus…in a loving way of course</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My birthday is in exactly one month from today and on that day I’ll be 27.&amp;nbsp; Why am I telling you this?&amp;nbsp; Because it is pivotal to the story and now you know and can’t forget.&amp;nbsp; (May 12th for those of you that can’t read a calendar or count)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am a difficult person to buy gifts for because I never know what I want and only know what I don’t want.&amp;nbsp; So, this has been one of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/180.html&quot;&gt;expectations&lt;/a&gt; that has been hard to have met.&amp;nbsp; Now I just try to have really low expectations, but it is hard because my birthday is important to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jerry has been doing a great job of figuring out the gift mystery this year, but he purposed something the other night that absolutely 100% goes against gift giving.&amp;nbsp; He was going to buy me a present for my birthday that he already promised to get me for Valentine’s day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why hasn’t he got the previous present you ask?&amp;nbsp; Well it is because it is the Nike+ Fuel Band and it is still out of stock.&amp;nbsp; STILL!&amp;nbsp; One had to pre-order it, and apparently they are never ever going to have it in stock again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMzfasFdLyhIfAIzZemUZemfmNll3sL1B8v7Nr_AGjMq2OnyGSYtlFq2FhVYIzCHv858cbdjjTxi3gZUSieEgq4EtUzIPmCK4ephUwc56sojNJYuKMKCfqXucF1I0p4JPZYIzNy9fnrE/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Untitled&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Untitled&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhyQBid86FT3YX18t3-kS5OIds6zMDbGlEWc2jNviiD6eOOO_H4N54EeXwYU_q5Y0zhbVOjcx3zr9iTc0cdQ4wP8a_IA9AN9KLf7_VW2_X4QTbG3CUJAc2wOmVDDAid6jYZTIg4y2HFQ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;386&quot; height=&quot;197&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, since Jerry still hasn’t been able to get it he thought he could transfer the gift from Valentine’s day to my birthday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear Men of the world,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is never allowed. EVER.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kelly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Men here are three rules about gifts:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;The gift can’t ever be transferred.&amp;nbsp; The gift is always outstanding until received.  &lt;li&gt;If the gift is no longer available buy something different.  &lt;li&gt;If the gift becomes available later please refer to rule number 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. When I was taking the above picture from Nike I discovered they now have the Fuel Band in my size.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; So in two weeks time I will have one in my possession. muahhahahah!&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/4346449291795817298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/04/post-in-which-jerry-gets-thrown-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4346449291795817298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4346449291795817298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/04/post-in-which-jerry-gets-thrown-under.html' title='The post in which Jerry gets thrown under the bus…in a loving way of course'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhyQBid86FT3YX18t3-kS5OIds6zMDbGlEWc2jNviiD6eOOO_H4N54EeXwYU_q5Y0zhbVOjcx3zr9iTc0cdQ4wP8a_IA9AN9KLf7_VW2_X4QTbG3CUJAc2wOmVDDAid6jYZTIg4y2HFQ/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-4905902156328144319</id><published>2012-04-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T16:47:51.924-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jerry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phobias"/><title type='text'>Fears or phobias which ever you prefer I have them</title><content type='html'>I have a few fears other than my &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2011/12/lasikam-i-crazy.html&quot;&gt;medical phobia&lt;/a&gt;, and while none of them stop me from living life they are real.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Snakes.&amp;nbsp; They are the devils spawn and should be eliminated.&amp;nbsp; Reference Genesis in the Bible for further clarification.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Elevators.&amp;nbsp; A metal box held by small little cables that can plunge at any second.&amp;nbsp; Pass&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Flying.&amp;nbsp; Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being attacked.&amp;nbsp; Not kidding every time I walk some where by myself I have an escape route and repeat - in-step, nose, side and groin. (Name that movie!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Parking garages.&amp;nbsp; See point four.&amp;nbsp; All.Is. Explained.&lt;/li&gt;
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Why am I telling you this?&amp;nbsp; BECAUSE fears 1 and 3 became &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/snakes-plane-australian-pilot-makes-emergency-landing-discovering-140345209.html&quot;&gt;real life&lt;/a&gt; today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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At some point Jerry thought it would be hysterical (in the ha ha way) to suggest we watch the movie Snakes on a Plane.&amp;nbsp; To which I respond in a hysterical (I am having a break down way) manner.&amp;nbsp; If I ever saw that movie I would have to be given a horse tranquilizer to step foot in an airport.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it’s happened in real life people!&amp;nbsp; Two of my worst fears at the same time!&amp;nbsp; It’s likely that if that ever happened to me I would absolutely have a heart attack and never recover.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, that flight to Europe later this year should real fun.&amp;nbsp; Jer, you might want to investigate those tranquilizers.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.&amp;nbsp; I have to park in a parking garage and ride two elevators everyday.&amp;nbsp; My favorite is when signs appear asking us to notify maintenance if the elevators aren’t working properly.&amp;nbsp; But it’s risk death or walk up 7 flights of stairs, so death it is.&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.S. If I am given tranquilizers I am sure I will look something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, it must come a surprise that I was willing to spend four hours romping around the desert on and ATV.&amp;nbsp; Normally, I would have passed this opportunity up, but one thing I have been learning in this time of marriage healing is that Jerry needs me to be interested occasionally in activities he loves.&amp;nbsp; And we got Groupons so if I hated it we didn’t waste a ridiculous amount of money.&amp;nbsp; So ATVing it was. &lt;br /&gt;
We went with my whole family…enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;
Getting ready…don’t forget your sun screen because it is as hot as the sun and you are likely to be burned alive&lt;br /&gt;
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Thing 1 and Thing 2&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes I am so thrilled to be here.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmf6aNyuiZgrStmhhTgCCMuCI1W4FgIhCANYEC5N3yntNXz_q4TCsXzv6H25Gck8qWe8mEDg3x0JbC3_o_yK_a3v4-ciYTG91w9WYt5-xOpmH03HQ-IiSBlUh6Gb0HMMVxm0YNwlPNm8/s1600-h/GOPR0054%25255B7%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;GOPR0054&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;291&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv332S7t5k8R-OPRY7clViUjNMXGXfkv4Hlcy2RjMa8pUHKsPtM2zFakOQd0OoZdemB8htl7Aie_j7aQ49VK02hXOaE8Bq_AHKZyt0NmWVJ0pdJFS9Hrj_pLz6CHV5ihHpoW7h1sBPb4/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;GOPR0054&quot; width=&quot;386&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through and a picture of me looking deranged.&amp;nbsp; It’s the best we can do, the sand was getting to me.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3t3fct3rMZRDTr6pDp_VfjiTryr8WHzCbrRFnDkda5HSo0H4nwqt69AgzbXsLu4kTYmA4hIjVyZOeRi9ozT3DlvuLCF3LUjM8bmUN5bGmWhsmLSp3VVRQFPoVe3bgXJ-InF93208_OE/s1600-h/GOPR0062%25255B7%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;GOPR0062&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;291&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rlyZRshIZup6NUsCZPkFs6j_HelUwqYmGdIPqSmPtgVJHFbaHzxqm1xGbV4Ne6jf5Tuk3HtLvF9UjbR2rc1WaMBgZEmYwt_Q09NY2kKS5v0nnz-lbu2UUYByA64rifF_4VAUJm53t0s/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;GOPR0062&quot; width=&quot;386&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/4668637432000900555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/action-filled-weekend-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4668637432000900555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4668637432000900555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/action-filled-weekend-part-2.html' title='Action filled weekend part 2'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60aK5og1WhRSYOOGxtB6bpVTN7JicopwdWyGjJO7E7qgEO5MnEuWWaY30DNw19sZ1tXCoI3tAjYu0Cfnl3bIA86oNaSsqqPPz7v_YR01D06dMiEGIQZAjVC-ntR6bFJcf9Is1uFpv8bU/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-1657869229871968376</id><published>2012-03-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T12:43:08.872-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Expectations"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jerry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage"/><title type='text'>180</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was leaving for Book Club Jerry said that he would have a surprise for me when I returned.&amp;nbsp; This “surprise “ illustrates one of the fundamental differences between us.&amp;nbsp; You see he was so excited to surprise me by flipping our room around and making it look like a mirror image of it’s old self.&amp;nbsp; Which is awesome, and I appreciate him wanting to change things up, but this is not my definition of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
A surprise to me is flowers or fresh baked cookies, a donut, dinner made, new jewelry or even greeting me at the door in a loin cloth.&amp;nbsp; See the difference.&amp;nbsp; This can make for major disappointments, and until recently has. &lt;br /&gt;
Jerry would mention that he has a surprise for me, and I would get excited and wonder what it was and how awesome it was going to be.&amp;nbsp; Only to be disappointed because it wasn’t what I would really call a surprise.&amp;nbsp; This causes hurt feelings on both sides.&amp;nbsp; I am hurt because he doesn’t know what is important to me(or so I thought) and he is hurt because I am not appreciating the effort he made.&lt;br /&gt;
The honest truth is that we were both right and both of our feelings were accurate.&amp;nbsp; So, how do you work through that and make it better?&amp;nbsp; You appreciate where you are in that moment.&amp;nbsp; I appreciated him changing the room around because we had been talking about it for a while and he did it to show he is listening.&amp;nbsp; Jerry has also be trying to surprise me in the ways I like to be surprised.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Expectations are okay to have, but when they are always larger than reality it causes problems.&amp;nbsp; What if you have expectations that are never met?&amp;nbsp; Then it is time for you to start speaking up.&amp;nbsp; Unless superpowers become real, a person isn’t going to know unless you tell them.&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind they need to be achievable because if your expectations are unrealistic you probably won’t ever have them met.&lt;br /&gt;
Have you had any 180s in your life recently?&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/1657869229871968376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/180.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1657869229871968376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1657869229871968376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/180.html' title='180'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-7165913170650888721</id><published>2012-03-19T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T15:20:05.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This past week we took a couple of days off and went up to Mammoth mountain for Snowboarding fun and by fun I mean torture that I put up with because my darling husband loves it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recaps to come of course, but here is a teaser in the mean time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We woke up to this ridiculousness on Saturday morning, and it was a firm reminder why I don’t live in a place where it snows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0UvFH000Bg5MCNyWKD5TGlQPX5MdbfeZYSVigZ8-kKdBno4h9tjgNqEJZfDtXEFadKXT_5yI_p9lze0eyhaY3z61nKBqzroKVXYQ2-xP9n90wZ0_wtqtwsMTFMf9VQ5e3cHuBilp2bQ/s1600-h/002%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;002&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfjWuc9Rhsv0CgSafSgWlRHKKkq0bemNxOE8h8F6cV5NixmERDvXV0GY46FXkLngLL3MZVeJNbaWFymzNFCaVVyeA3wzizz1Z6NstGp0uj1n0IWkSpD8KFesp4zaei2rO-f0PId-LYyw/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;432&quot; height=&quot;326&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yup all the cars were buried in about 3ft of snow.&amp;nbsp; Good thing Jerry believes in 4 wheel drive.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/7165913170650888721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/7165913170650888721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/7165913170650888721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfjWuc9Rhsv0CgSafSgWlRHKKkq0bemNxOE8h8F6cV5NixmERDvXV0GY46FXkLngLL3MZVeJNbaWFymzNFCaVVyeA3wzizz1Z6NstGp0uj1n0IWkSpD8KFesp4zaei2rO-f0PId-LYyw/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-1125749379346173672</id><published>2012-03-09T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T15:39:46.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothing…ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was suppose to be writing up our fabulous action packed weekend part two, but I forgot to transfer the pictures and videos to my handy dandy flash drive so that will happen later.&amp;nbsp; Instead you get randomness from yours truly. &lt;p&gt;Soooo those resolutions that I am suppose to be keeping?&amp;nbsp; Yup, the only one I have semi sort of maybe kept is doing the dishes and complimenting Jerry.&amp;nbsp; Everything else gone, ka-put, nada, nothing.&amp;nbsp; I would say this week I am going to trying to get back on track but it&#39;s not going to happen.&amp;nbsp; So maybe the week after that. &lt;p&gt;Here is where things get a little weird. &lt;p&gt;I have been smelling a random odor today much like one you would smell on the beach.&amp;nbsp; A mix of sea and sand.&amp;nbsp; I also believe it is on my person, but I can’t figure out where.&amp;nbsp; This has led me to continuously smell myself including armpits.&amp;nbsp; I would assume if caught or spied upon it would be as embarrassing as picking your nose, but I am truly concerned.&amp;nbsp; I think my concern is amplified by the fact that I showered today, so I should be smelling nice and clean not like I just took a dirty run on the beach. &lt;p&gt;This leads me to wonder if there is something stuck in my nose, or maybe my mental stability is gone and I have officially jumped off the deep end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Or my brain is telling me I need a vacation, on a beach in the Caribbean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;I’m not sure, but aren’t you now concerned with me?&amp;nbsp; You should be. &lt;p&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; My arm pits in fact actually smell lovely and the repeated smellings only confirm this. &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/1125749379346173672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-got-nothingramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1125749379346173672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/1125749379346173672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-got-nothingramblings.html' title='I got nothing…ramblings'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-3254435843316883421</id><published>2012-03-07T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T12:20:11.630-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adventure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jerry"/><title type='text'>Action filled weekend part 1</title><content type='html'>Remember last week when I talked about Jerry’s &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/randomness.html&quot;&gt;new toy&lt;/a&gt; and how I was actually going to be able to use it…yup not true, but I have been promised that come Mammoth I will have used it.&lt;br /&gt;
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This past weekend we decided that since we live in CA that really we should explore all it has to offer and we should do it all in one weekend.&amp;nbsp; So we went to the mountains and the dessert all in one weekend.&amp;nbsp; Sadly we couldn’t make it to the beach, but 48 hours goes quick, especially when you&amp;nbsp; spend 12 hours of that in the car.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Saturday we went up to Big Bear for some snowboarding before we hit up Mammoth in two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Frankly this was just a test run for Jerry so he would know how annoyed he would be with me in Mammoth.&lt;br /&gt;
All these pictures and videos were taken using the GoPro, but please note in the videos it was the first time Jerry used it.&amp;nbsp; Therefore we now know it needs to be moved so that we can see more than just the snow.&amp;nbsp; So, Mammoth is showing great potential for video awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the beautiful runs, and it was so hot that day.&amp;nbsp; By the noon the snow was slush…boo for poor winters.&lt;br /&gt;
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The required series of lift photos&lt;br /&gt;
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Later we met up with Bubbly and her husband Mountain Man.&amp;nbsp; Bubbly and I are like this &lt;img alt=&quot;Fingers crossed&quot; class=&quot;wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-fingerscrossed&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5EQknIBeZJC9mUmZ_J416aAoAyw8DyWVUBvsLycNtgGBd3eochU-LBVeVNtRGaEXnHD9j1X7npPIlPvu4niP2wIRvVKoNTT3gnEv5tHJ_733VHN70pgWIwcFmBfGYA_q9opBUHpqa18/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none;&quot; /&gt; on the mountain because we go about the same speed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I love this man, and these pictures made me laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/3254435843316883421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/action-filled-weekend-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/3254435843316883421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/3254435843316883421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/action-filled-weekend-part-1.html' title='Action filled weekend part 1'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wRfUXoehVu2VPl_ERT6ntsj5N87jO8hRsLXkL28tKDe2twgn5J_cf6mtt9PZL1NE4vgQuMw4nucyNhWAjkVOs0V8nZlaPKgCpvZcQj7vVTbCdGg1JM838K_8zErHHofCyB6KcaNHwi0/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-7794558174277036673</id><published>2012-03-05T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T13:54:39.541-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jerry"/><title type='text'>New name, same blog</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure that I am breaking some blogging cardinal rule or something, but since I never was one to make life easy it seems fitting.&amp;nbsp; That’s right people, I am changing the name of my blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
When I named this blog “Random Wanderings of my Mind” it never felt right, and that is probably because I just needed something and it was a better alternative then all the rest of the ideas I had.&amp;nbsp; This new title came to me last week when I was writing about &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-and-healing.html&quot;&gt;our marriage&lt;/a&gt;, and it fits what this blog is really about.&lt;br /&gt;
Here it is “Together we are Jelly”!&amp;nbsp; Just as crazy as the previous title, but this one actually has meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;
Every couple needs a Hollywood couple name and lucky for us ours was bestowed upon us long before we started dating.&amp;nbsp; We were hanging out with a couple of friends and while one was talking on the phone she said that she was hanging out with Jelly.&amp;nbsp; We all laughed and went on with our day.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward 6 months and we started dating; fast forward again 3 years and our pastor accidentally calls us Jelly and Kerry during our wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;
So, together our names make jelly.&lt;br /&gt;
Now to answer the real question, why am I changing the name?&amp;nbsp; This blog originally started as a way for me to share who I am what is happening in my life, but the thing is I can’t separate who I am and what I do from Jerry.&amp;nbsp; We do so much together, and this blog started to become more about our lives and it wasn’t fair to only have it represent me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
P.S.&amp;nbsp; Nerd fact – Jelly is sticky and since we are “stuck” with each other until death it is a great nick name.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you ever have the urge to buy us jelly please only get Welch’s Grape Jelly as it is the only kind we voluntarily eat.&amp;nbsp; It really should be the only jelly sold at stores.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/7794558174277036673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/new-name-same-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/7794558174277036673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/7794558174277036673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/03/new-name-same-blog.html' title='New name, same blog'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-6478523763617303972</id><published>2012-02-29T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T19:00:04.350-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jerry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage"/><title type='text'>Love and Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I have mentioned before this past year was full of &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions-week-4.html&quot;&gt;tough days&lt;/a&gt;, and days that were only completed because of &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2011/09/sitting-in-bathrooms-praying-for.html&quot;&gt;God’s strength&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When you go through these times it affects people around you, and while it is easy to hide it from most people you can’t hide it from the one person you are living with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jerry went through these days, weeks and months with me, and there are days I am sure we both thought we wouldn’t survive.&amp;nbsp; If we weren’t Christians and didn’t make a commitment for life we honestly probably wouldn’t have survived.&amp;nbsp; I own so much of this heart ache and pain, but since neither of us are perfect we both made mistakes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why am I telling you this?&amp;nbsp; It’s because for so long growing up in the church all you see is what people want you to see.&amp;nbsp; There is never real talk about the days you have to fight for your marriage and to hold on to your best friend.&amp;nbsp; I have said this before, but I want this blog to be a real honest look at my/our life and that includes both the awesome fun times and the struggles that come along.&amp;nbsp; Marriage is GREAT, but it is also hard work that requires time and energy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jerry and I have been rebuilding our marriage and working hard at being friends and appreciating each other.&amp;nbsp; Recently we went to the Real Marriage Tour that featured Mark Driscoll, and it was awesome!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpi7lk5FCp4ZnsZXCH-d9JC6yryYS0OC_QWO6VK2Q4ybdNC8QBtuQSWm3_TOFmDJ3_jdxwki4Lu8l_5cHI5LkLGgk8r7-KHzvnPAecKIK6Yeh7FOKdNTRSx_p46-d13sNKNCrk_Hmjsw/s1600-h/photo%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-ySikJKSkLcf3FerSJ0Gi0VBHUsSptoixZQv_3atifOwtAPAqmEQ3lpJqIS7irTv5qDZb6eDGV4-fXtN7PIySuildOAKBOOKZoaRFyQW7sIieaHz4Kr_3e7RZ5aEi6-X3B7_yB5fwt8/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;258&quot; height=&quot;343&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through this two day conference we both walked away with things that we need to work on, and the biggest is knowing that we are on the same team.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the day that is what is most important.&amp;nbsp; We have had good conversations, and I am really looking forward to this next chapter in our life.&amp;nbsp; I do know that I am married to the right man, and that I would really rather walk through this life with him than any one else!&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/6478523763617303972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-and-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/6478523763617303972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/6478523763617303972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-and-healing.html' title='Love and Healing'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-ySikJKSkLcf3FerSJ0Gi0VBHUsSptoixZQv_3atifOwtAPAqmEQ3lpJqIS7irTv5qDZb6eDGV4-fXtN7PIySuildOAKBOOKZoaRFyQW7sIieaHz4Kr_3e7RZ5aEi6-X3B7_yB5fwt8/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-4450479389193397756</id><published>2012-02-28T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T14:56:29.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are going spelunking or something…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1_-vFgSasc1nv_5rv1v2onWVJf8IoDL0T4y25H_nCWLUafLAOOsEoWAjF85aJUlsqLq0LWtS_Imwo2Eh5glslxMHIkQXl6x7yMbQ9QTbkmolUPFw48D5R36Tac8cv-fHdgVUwhr0o28/s1600-h/photo%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpvKogp6kG7QF-0aXfeyPGbSbviMz-OsQbFQvBozmxjIlWJLXviJQ6iRs5pXIjL5cOdT549ECwM-wnhCZU4LFkKZ979bMf-SjtJz2J7RSk5PBYgTy76iyRUO8eye4YsUTEerIYEro1fI/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;258&quot; height=&quot;343&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jerry got his new GoPro, and is so excited to use it this weekend when we go on our off roading adventure.&amp;nbsp; I was testing it out the head band, and I got him to agree to let me wear it in Mammoth this year!&amp;nbsp; Yes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And….you really need to get the app below:&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbCPKccikrdwemhhcLMecemOMipTviq_2egvz-Sx36u4VuiJ-lCLsXglZ_S8yg3JiyagT8tWVzoSTVLV7E_eiBcIaPzctpRkNuCgrmlzOCcytUB32UCQuNNKO6Vf5zL8wNPoQhV3jIwA/s1600-h/photo2%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo2&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo2&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNNrZLuok9kpgXA7fwWWtp5AyjWR8JxvQM7t_d5aR6-SgT_gcv-KaXqHtxYA3k2AyYdURsyigsmJTdWzXcYwWUTexuCmawYsSm8d2MmUCL8KQM2Gg0wEI_HMIBqP7aNoAHvM1cVOUJ3g/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;236&quot; height=&quot;380&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once you have this app set up all you need to do is bump your phone to another iPhone user with this app and it transfers your contact info, pictures and more.&amp;nbsp; The picture above Jerry “Bumped” to me, and it was easier than messaging or emailing a picture.&amp;nbsp; So, do yourself a favor and get this app!&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/4450479389193397756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4450479389193397756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4450479389193397756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpvKogp6kG7QF-0aXfeyPGbSbviMz-OsQbFQvBozmxjIlWJLXviJQ6iRs5pXIjL5cOdT549ECwM-wnhCZU4LFkKZ979bMf-SjtJz2J7RSk5PBYgTy76iyRUO8eye4YsUTEerIYEro1fI/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-4613647322926124097</id><published>2012-02-23T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T14:51:11.649-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home Depot"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home Improvement"/><title type='text'>Caution construction ahead</title><content type='html'>In other news, Jerry has agreed to let me learn how to use an electric saw aka a mitar saw.&lt;br /&gt;
This is me right after he agreed:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_tzIaG9WDUUOnJVN_KbBuXGbdXd_KRSOn7Rk5L4e4o2p8uTBXf4L5x6eAWcBukZ3NaMV6d_WbRuQ0dlzJ2uD14Rsu9d7E9lRj-Y5Lu-S_RDF53aWbSAgTnzpmIEz_-ycqV-ZdrqxiXo/s1600-h/photo%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;photo&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;343&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTrjC-8n3QuVelA9gKnaV2NQPQ_uNArbdAeezs3Lz9873atXTf4ZsLAtaZo_sHWxwcXIHSrueWxKYf-MAxiCZsIReGB2yIHHrcouLgi64hVv_0HwJHTmSGOFnFwClvIjsBfLLkuo5Irk/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;photo&quot; width=&quot;258&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know you are wondering about the evil glint in my eye, but in reality it is an excited “OMG, think of all the things I can make when we finally own the saw!” look.&amp;nbsp; You are probably as shocked as I am that Jerry agreed to show me how to use a mitar saw, but if this current career ever tanks I need something to fall back on.&amp;nbsp; So, it was decided wood working would be the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;
Also, no good carpenter is without a tool belt and fancy shmancy gloves.&amp;nbsp; Jerry is pinching his pennies to buy me that tool belt, but he rewarded my good behavior at Home Depot with those pretty teal gloves.&amp;nbsp; That’s right people I stayed at home depot this past Sunday for 2.5 hours and didn’t complain the entire time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;
The real reason we were there was to price out four projects we hope to complete in the next year or seven:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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1.Redo our shower because currently it is leaking like Niagara Falls.&amp;nbsp; So, we need to take the entire shower and tub out to replace the valve.&amp;nbsp; Then we get a new shower / tub and all new faucets.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;
2. We want to expand our closet so we can both fit our clothes in it instead of just my stuff.&amp;nbsp; So, that means moving two walls, and redoing the way it is set-up inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;
3. We are going to build a TV stand from unfinished kitchen cabinets.&amp;nbsp; The reason for this is because Jerry wants it a specific way and we are having a hard time finding it and finding it for cheap.&amp;nbsp; I am most excited for this project!&lt;br /&gt;
4. We are going to build a new wine rack / pantry / cabinet in our family room and get rid of the pantry we currently have.&amp;nbsp; It’s bulky, blocks the window and is falling apart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Yay for new projects, but boo it is going to take so long to complete them!&amp;nbsp; I am sure there will be plenty of hilarious and ridiculous stories for us to share along the way, so buckle up kids because it’s going to be a bumpy ride!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/4613647322926124097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/caution-construction-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4613647322926124097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4613647322926124097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/caution-construction-ahead.html' title='Caution construction ahead'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTrjC-8n3QuVelA9gKnaV2NQPQ_uNArbdAeezs3Lz9873atXTf4ZsLAtaZo_sHWxwcXIHSrueWxKYf-MAxiCZsIReGB2yIHHrcouLgi64hVv_0HwJHTmSGOFnFwClvIjsBfLLkuo5Irk/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-8376991957564455085</id><published>2012-02-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T10:51:42.150-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crafts"/><title type='text'>More wine you say?</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday Jerry told me that I needed to start drinking more wine, and I said Challenge Accepted!&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, okay, let’s back up…I found this bottle below at Target and my heart went a flutter because of all the beautiful things I can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can’t tell which beautiful bottle I am talking about?&amp;nbsp; Oh, I am sorry here is a better picture.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYD4v6AgNy4BByN8fzV-pILfk6MYUtxCgwfsncZtxQvzEQlrSztbkFoO1IqfRQfZdCeUJhJRv35Z8xDLua9zuo_dXBrJz7khHZivDi65Gn2dDDM4caNaEJJXgFQ5RD_SIpYQiUqSqLG0/s1600-h/photo2%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;photo2&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;395&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-ItdRkg_muTVbz8F9I5SLjf1dtZ5GunPGMuw1G296z1Ye7jNBuoAf5ry1mtogrFdY1YIjs9mI8PyCn3rf30_H6pUeHwm_TOZgXvzenTVEiO6O7UhVA4ohRLtP048Vy48j_wZOvA2ZQw/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;photo2&quot; width=&quot;258&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to frost the bottles with some nifty frost spray paint, and then we are either going to fill them up with Christmas lights or use them as vases.&amp;nbsp; The paint part will start soon, but then we (and by we I mean Jerry) need to figure a way to cut a hole so that Christmas lights can fit inside the bottle.&amp;nbsp; AND we need to figure this out without cracking all the bottles or I could just drink more wine.&amp;nbsp; Done and Done!&lt;br /&gt;
So if you know how to cut glass well, please let us know because we are at a loss.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/8376991957564455085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-wine-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/8376991957564455085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/8376991957564455085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-wine-you-say.html' title='More wine you say?'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoVlcQYzoVVApVdek0aF9LaY8PgQ1xzaRmaV0DohihLll8tYYDrsZ1vCJznG_3nBvxfVJ_vj07-06cTDgNoSFwo-jMl2v-QlkbblEanaOFL2gbScrhnyGNqZ1sLInYLZ_bdEnN-YwcJc/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-6754524448553841556</id><published>2012-02-16T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T13:27:03.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The post in which I am suppose to get sappy…re: Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Or not.&amp;nbsp; I don’t do sappy really, and since this Valentine’s day was spread across three days it’s hard to get to that point of sap.&amp;nbsp; Plus if things were headed in the sappy direction Jerry would make some joke about farts, sex or something else inappropriate because that’s what you do in marriage.&amp;nbsp; Or ours at least.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So here is the ridiculously quick run down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Monday I was in a bad mood (credit goes to PMS and work) and Jerry decided it would be best to bust out the VDay gift early.&amp;nbsp; I got a card, (awww) chocolates, (did you know those lame people snuck two coconut chocolates in the box!&amp;nbsp; that is everyone’s least favorite piece.) and he is getting me the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nike.com/fuelband/&quot;&gt;Nike+ FuelBand&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Like mature adults we decided that we would spend VDay pouring into the precious lives of teenagers.&amp;nbsp; Because we are just that awesome!&amp;nbsp; BUT Jerry got us Nothing Bundt Cakes (don’t be so impressed he has been craving them and was looking at a friends car in the parking lot that happened to also contain the store.&amp;nbsp; Coincidence? I think not!)!!&amp;nbsp; So we devoured those when we got home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. On Wednesday we went out to dinner to celebrate and went to the Barrel Room.&amp;nbsp; The food was pretty good, the wine was great and the dessert was awesome!&amp;nbsp; Seriously bananas + pastry dough + cinnamon sugar = the best thing ever!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;So there you have it, our VDay celebration at it’s best.&amp;nbsp; What did you do?&amp;nbsp; The ol’ flowers and candy routine, dinner or something awesome?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. Next year a hot air balloon ride around VDay is an absolute must.&amp;nbsp; They are always floating on my way home, but they were in full force on VDay and as usual it look like one of the best experiences ever.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/6754524448553841556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-in-which-i-am-suppose-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/6754524448553841556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/6754524448553841556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-in-which-i-am-suppose-to-get.html' title='The post in which I am suppose to get sappy…re: Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-5965844811410527193</id><published>2012-02-15T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:17:18.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing 2’s artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Friday Thing 2 stole my iPad and started drawing these lovely pictures.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you are correct he made them as obnoxious as possible.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgja9WEHyDjI8w-RNfkqb9WZRdoyj7r5AWpF3EPkcdra-XUz6qf1CXK8z-YfmYA_GpcBglTAo_kHeDfT7C1CLzFzqSDBblSkLOykWq70jEHdsaDjT_NNxhByp11RO1RAhp1-jTFIGgZLqg/s1600-h/photo1%25255B9%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo1&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5JGMtzlJVY1G_3R6887lOyN4ymC0CPNUGk9h5bW9YcxXvLQhQXatNicx4vFiJIVpCvn5PLUpUaTh_kDgebJn4f13KVBsSQgFy_K2hNXRF1SC3I4UakXPLCsE6BYyhNrKyhAAX1P6Qd8/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;334&quot; height=&quot;252&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apparently I am the new white Whoopi Goldberg.&amp;nbsp; Although this is better than how it started.&amp;nbsp; Before I looked like the picture below, but I guess he got confused for a second?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlleqEq0alDEmE16gGmLXMOBWcYcvZ0Fe9pzH6FwojyHB5NocIQDITLhdjEqem5_-OL72afHmFTVmfzhbT4lNcQi-GHoSMX7rnIWRtKM-cKEQCHAi-9wXBbSrz9YfO-Oa0YsAfm_m3Fs/s1600-h/photo2%25255B14%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;photo2&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;photo2&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIm7Gg0vPO72vvnRIVPiZ29zABY4cMI2m2uBKE_pxoTUvHLH-9T4EVyEBIOZQlH4rquX82bniBh6TMV0VRI809JqU_0SFeLjtxZrGG0crTx4UdK_cRnGipxJ0Y_ZSGDLZqBURW0c97pnA/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;355&quot; height=&quot;268&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Same thing either way you look at it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went and had a hour and a half massage, and it’s true what they say about deep tissue massages; they don’t feel good until a couple of days later.&amp;nbsp; Then I had to cut Thing 1 and Thing 2’s hair.&amp;nbsp; No big deal, except we are never quite sure if Thing 1 will look good when I am done. (FYI, he did this time)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the fam and I ran errands, all of us minus my mother because she had some where to go.&amp;nbsp; If you want to be entertained you should run errands with us because there is never a dull moment.&amp;nbsp; Especially when Thing 2 will do anything to ride shotgun.&amp;nbsp; I am convinced that man makes the rules up as we go.&amp;nbsp; The new rule is blitz, an effort to steal shotgun from the person who called shotgun.&amp;nbsp; (The way a person steals is by calling blitz and beating the previous person to the car.) Thing 2 attempted to use this against my father but he forgot my dad is faster than him, but the footrace was hysterical.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you still reading?&amp;nbsp; You are? Crap, here is the story you have been waiting for.&amp;nbsp; Our next stop was Target, which if it were a man and I weren’t married I’d probably marry it.&amp;nbsp; We walk by the card section and I realized I never picked up a card for Jerry for Valentine’s day, which is tomorrow in case you didn’t know.&amp;nbsp; As usual I got distracted and lost and distracted again.&amp;nbsp; It’s so easy in this store!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found my family 4 hours later and we were joking around making our way to the check out.&amp;nbsp; Still laughing and joking and walked out the store.&amp;nbsp; Once out of the store I realized that I still had the card in my hand and never paid for it.&amp;nbsp; To which I exclaimed “I never paid for this!”&amp;nbsp; So, I ran back inside and paid for that little card, lest I become a thief and break one of the ten commandments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Best part of the whole thing…I stole right in front of the Target Security guard.&amp;nbsp; That’s right peeps, I am so sly the man didn’t even notice.&amp;nbsp; Or he was checking out my butt.&amp;nbsp; I say win-win for everyone!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/3317177493724345869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-i-almost-stole-from-target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/3317177493724345869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/3317177493724345869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-i-almost-stole-from-target.html' title='The day I almost stole from Target'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-4269614838712014385</id><published>2012-02-08T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:13:33.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be….a housewife?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I figured out what I want do for the majority of my life, or more accurately I stopped denying it.&amp;nbsp; I think that was what last &lt;a href=&quot;http://http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions-week-4.html&quot;&gt;Monday’s post&lt;/a&gt; was all about.&amp;nbsp; I have been given a heart to stay home and take care of my family; make sure dinner is cooked, the dishes are done and everyone has clean socks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I have been afraid to admit this because as a woman people think you are crazy if this is your life’s dream.&amp;nbsp; They remind you about all the hard work women in the past have put in to get us here, and then say that we have so far to go against the glass ceiling.&amp;nbsp; But, that isn’t my passion and I don’t share the same drive to fight that fight for the next 40 years.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I want to fight to make my husband happy at the end of the day and make sure my kids have a parent at every sporting, dance or art event they are in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some of you might think that I am asking for a life of being a servant to Jerry, and in a way you are right but in reality you are very wrong.&amp;nbsp; You see my husband is the kindest most servant oriented person I know.&amp;nbsp; He always jumps in and helps, and a life with him would never be a life of indentured servitude (Check out not one but two SAT words!).&amp;nbsp; Instead it would be me taking care of him, so at the end of a crazy day where people yell at him he is excited to go home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does this mean life will be perfect? Ha!&amp;nbsp; Have you met my dog Rusty?&amp;nbsp; Or have you ever heard my sassy mouth?&amp;nbsp; Life won’t be perfect, but if we are both doing something we love it’s one less thing to add stress to our lives. And that, that is what is most important.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anywho, the whole reason this all was written was because last night Jerry said I had achieved housewife of the year status…aaand the world stopped turning for a moment.&amp;nbsp; This is why he stated that unbelievable statement:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am the worst grocery shopper.&amp;nbsp; Seriously it’s the last thing I want to do at night or on my day off.&amp;nbsp; It takes a long time, I have to be around weird people and I often freeze in the stores.&amp;nbsp; Anyyyways, Monday night I remembered that we again didn’t have anything for lunch the next day and I knew Jerry wasn’t going to want to eat a PBJ a third workday in a row.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I rushed home from bible study at 9pm and decided I was going to make us both dinner.&amp;nbsp; I decided to make chicken and pasta, but the only problem is that they chicken was frozen.&amp;nbsp; That means running hot water over it for 5 min, and waiting for the water to boiled.&amp;nbsp; FYI, the saying a watched pot never boils…totally true and I was watching two pots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;While I was waiting for the water to boil, and then my partially frozen chicken to cook I did the dishes!&amp;nbsp; Who says you can’t multi-task?&amp;nbsp; Did I mention I got this all done in 45 min. Hey-oo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then yesterday after work I made blueberry muffins for breakfast today and then dinner in a hour; all before Jerry got home.&amp;nbsp; So, take that Good Housekeeping I AM the house wife of the year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/4269614838712014385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-bea-housewife.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4269614838712014385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/4269614838712014385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-bea-housewife.html' title='When I grow up I want to be….a housewife?'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-8888371014249474851</id><published>2012-02-06T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T15:54:13.090-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blind as a bat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dogs"/><title type='text'>Let&#39;s play tag, shall we?</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went to winter camp with the high school group at our church, and it was a good time with a small amount of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;
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The real story, though, happened before I even left for camp. &amp;nbsp;I rushed home because I still needed to pack and I knew I was only going to have about 45 min to get everything done. &amp;nbsp;Miracles of miracles I was ahead of schedule and got the car packed up before the other leaders I was riding up with arrived at my house.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was reading and waiting to hit the road when all of a sudden I noticed Rusty was really quite and no where to be found. &amp;nbsp;If you can&#39;t hear that dog or he isn&#39;t standing right next to you, he is in trouble. &amp;nbsp;I rushed down stairs and see him on the couch munching on something. &amp;nbsp;He looks at me, immediately stops and looks at as if to say &quot;Don&#39;t mind me I am doing nothing, oh crap I haven&#39;t fooled her!&quot; &amp;nbsp;Then he runs off.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have never been in my house, our downstairs level is a giant circle with the stairs in the middle. &amp;nbsp;So I proceeded to chase the dog around the circle, stop go the other way almost catch him and then chase him again. &amp;nbsp;This goes on for a few minutes and Izzy decides she needs to jump in the action and actually helps me corral him.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point life moves in slow motion. &amp;nbsp;I finally grab him and as I am trying to wrestle a sock of out his mouth my glasses fall down onto the floor and I crush them with my itty bitty size 6 foot. &amp;nbsp;It is much to late to worry about those so I wrestle the sock completely out of his mouth only to find it has been pepper with holes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pick up my glasses and they are completely flat (so flat they could have been used a double&amp;nbsp;monocle&amp;nbsp;(dinocle?)), but the lenses are still good! &amp;nbsp;So I try to &quot;fix&quot; them so I can at least wear them when I don&#39;t have my contacts in. &amp;nbsp;I got them almost back to normal...the right side still flops around and when I wear them they are crooked. &amp;nbsp;Ah well they still work, I guess that means I need to go get a new pair. &amp;nbsp;Aww sucks!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. &amp;nbsp;This is exactly one of the reasons I need to get &lt;a href=&quot;http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2011/12/lasikam-i-crazy.html&quot;&gt;lasik&lt;/a&gt;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/8888371014249474851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-play-tag-shall-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/8888371014249474851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/8888371014249474851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-play-tag-shall-we.html' title='Let&#39;s play tag, shall we?'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385372377996851351.post-3344900061994846992</id><published>2012-02-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:45:54.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little story for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Once upon a time, this puppy&lt;br /&gt;
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Became this ridiculously large dog&lt;br /&gt;
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That learned how to propel himself over our 8ft backyard fence.&amp;nbsp; The end.&lt;br /&gt;
Seriously if this dog isn’t training for future children I don’t know what is!&amp;nbsp; He stood up on his hind legs, put his front paws on the top and pulled himself up and over the fence chasing after an imagined rat.&amp;nbsp; Jerry watched this whole thing happened ran in and screamed “The dog went over the fence!”&amp;nbsp; So now we have to guard said fence with our lives so he doesn’t attempt this again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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One day he’ll probably learn to jump and bounce off my shoulders onto the roof.&amp;nbsp; I’ll keep you posted.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/feeds/3344900061994846992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-story-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/3344900061994846992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385372377996851351/posts/default/3344900061994846992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellykerry.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-story-for-you.html' title='A little story for you'/><author><name>Kelly D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009851632691256295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQ1vm2uVZWOiWH0Hlr_KABJryGim-Xz1nGP4YyyHuSMabL6rET_ER_fmxam5RzSqsM6NxWN7-V2Ss3nB5N6D8UT5MBJSqZLUWgepBiW1fQ1AQwiI9XhoULwsbqv0g4tAmArjP8WTnxYQ/s72-c/230590_596273721090_56902558_34274294_8144663_n%255B11%255D" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>