<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945</id><updated>2011-12-28T13:46:08.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of an unappreciated Princess...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me and my life... love me or hate me... this me and my ramblings.  ENJOY!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-7511790658104775781</id><published>2011-12-28T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:19:04.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a New Year</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of the pictures from Holidays. It's been such a great time for the Carter family. &amp;nbsp;We have enjoyed spending time together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Mid December we were able to meet my brand new great niece Campbell. The Diva's favorite phrase is she needs to "hijack that baby."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-msWBJlpfU/Tvtk6CzMwLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/M_HDwuP_MrE/s1600/Cam.Alinight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-msWBJlpfU/Tvtk6CzMwLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/M_HDwuP_MrE/s320/Cam.Alinight.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Diva and her new baby cousin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 23rd was Kevin's Mothers birthday. &amp;nbsp;We had a party for her at our house. We still can not get her to tell us how old she is. &amp;nbsp;We think she maybe around 71, but she gives you this look and will tell you she is 39... her youngest son (Kevin) is 45, so for some reason I tend to think that is not her *true* age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvzuq4Ae7Y8/Tvtkx2Jz4lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/iazMTxI_WAw/s1600/IMG_0086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvzuq4Ae7Y8/Tvtkx2Jz4lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/iazMTxI_WAw/s320/IMG_0086.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Sweet girl in front of the Christmas Tree on 12.23&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtFSgdPZyrU/TvtkqBOTf1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TKQwjav46zo/s1600/IMG_0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtFSgdPZyrU/TvtkqBOTf1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TKQwjav46zo/s320/IMG_0083.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of the Christmas Tree on 12.23&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a lot of fun, we baked cookies for Santa and had a great time with the Hollington Clan. Fiesta Rice soup and Creamy Chicken Enchiladas were a compete hit. &amp;nbsp;Opening presents was not a bad deal either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgwiL4FNTj8/Tvtp-2ggUFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/uiLJCd1Gqx4/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgwiL4FNTj8/Tvtp-2ggUFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/uiLJCd1Gqx4/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins baking cookies together. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas Day rolled in and we had a great day. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few of the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLGzB_-g_c4/TvtlSU5cl2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/T9Cds-a3Vq4/s1600/IMG_0118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLGzB_-g_c4/TvtlSU5cl2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/T9Cds-a3Vq4/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Diva's favorite over the shoulder &lt;br /&gt;pose&amp;nbsp;on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsAzKYGaZpU/Tvtle8Ykx3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/PrxLmCMrnUc/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsAzKYGaZpU/Tvtle8Ykx3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/PrxLmCMrnUc/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Kevin on Christmas Day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are in between News Years and Christmas and I am on *STAYCATION* we are home and having a serious Harry Potter marathon and being lazy as can be. &amp;nbsp;I hope your holidays were as great as mine. &amp;nbsp;Happy New Year. &amp;nbsp;MUAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-7511790658104775781?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7511790658104775781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=7511790658104775781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7511790658104775781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7511790658104775781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-new-year.html' title='Almost a New Year'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-msWBJlpfU/Tvtk6CzMwLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/M_HDwuP_MrE/s72-c/Cam.Alinight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-8799565766744051421</id><published>2011-12-08T22:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:34:36.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchenaid Mixer!</title><content type='html'>Kitchenaid mixer, how I covet you. &amp;nbsp;Kevin continually says you think you are more important than you are. He says you are completely overpriced. &amp;nbsp;I do not think such, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0SoYlN8MMM/TuGNWXVzJPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hzI-2y9GDMM/s1600/pink+mixer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0SoYlN8MMM/TuGNWXVzJPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hzI-2y9GDMM/s1600/pink+mixer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it pretty, I think it should live at my house, don't you? &amp;nbsp;Happy Friday everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-8799565766744051421?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8799565766744051421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=8799565766744051421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8799565766744051421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8799565766744051421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/12/kitchenaid-mixer.html' title='Kitchenaid Mixer!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0SoYlN8MMM/TuGNWXVzJPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hzI-2y9GDMM/s72-c/pink+mixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-7720377294800603013</id><published>2011-12-07T05:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:31:21.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Personally I am not the kind of person that celebrates Hump day. I mean it's Wednesday, sure we are on the downhill slide of the work week. However, Wednesday usually has the ability to make me crazy. All I can think about is I have so much to accomplish at work before I can leave it all behind on Friday. Or I have a lot to accomplish at home before I can make the weekend a time to relax a reality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my answer to Hump Day is where a killer outfit and great shoes. &amp;nbsp;Both of those will get you over those Hump Day blues. &amp;nbsp;Since it's winter outside and the high is only 53 degrees (which funny enough it is 52 degrees right now), boots is the answer. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 600px; position: relative; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/wednesday_wear/set?.embedder=2904733&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;amp;id=40467419"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wednesday Wear!" border="0" height="600" src="http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/40467419/id/FrIsPs4g4RGdhGtbvjf1mQ/size/y.jpg" title="Wednesday Wear!" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/wednesday_wear/set?.embedder=2904733&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;amp;id=40467419"&gt;Wednesday Wear!&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://princesskellic.polyvore.com/?.embedder=2904733&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste"&gt;princesskellic&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/rhinestone_jewelry/shop?query=rhinestone+jewelry"&gt;rhinestone jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-7720377294800603013?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7720377294800603013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=7720377294800603013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7720377294800603013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7720377294800603013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/12/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1241591812344671579</id><published>2011-12-04T18:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:20:21.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormenting... I mean Shopping with Kevin</title><content type='html'>Last nIght, Kevin and I had date night. &amp;nbsp;It was a lot of fun. &amp;nbsp;The Diva stayed with her BFF and off we went. &amp;nbsp;Well he asked me what I needed to do and I told him well, shopping would make me happy. &amp;nbsp;Two hours and multiple store later, we bought very few things. &amp;nbsp;Michael Kors, DKNY, Ralph Lauren, Coach, Dooney, Calvin Klein all had things I needed. &amp;nbsp;Kevin, however did not agree with me. &amp;nbsp;So in the end we bought the Diva some stuff and ate a steak from the Outback and was home by 9:30. &amp;nbsp;Party Animals aren't we? &amp;nbsp;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Here's 2 photos from last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMEXsESjPa8/TtwOKN4b8kI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xP11sebIYo0/s1600/382774_2572468043789_1616935568_2493950_48783389_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMEXsESjPa8/TtwOKN4b8kI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xP11sebIYo0/s320/382774_2572468043789_1616935568_2493950_48783389_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RralCfEEyqs/TtwOIKsWfrI/AAAAAAAAAe0/au03ufb3JYU/s1600/378668_2572382561652_1616935568_2493943_803308482_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RralCfEEyqs/TtwOIKsWfrI/AAAAAAAAAe0/au03ufb3JYU/s320/378668_2572382561652_1616935568_2493943_803308482_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1241591812344671579?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1241591812344671579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1241591812344671579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1241591812344671579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1241591812344671579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/12/tormenting-i-mean-shopping-with-kevin.html' title='Tormenting... I mean Shopping with Kevin'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMEXsESjPa8/TtwOKN4b8kI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xP11sebIYo0/s72-c/382774_2572468043789_1616935568_2493950_48783389_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6429495845102893291</id><published>2011-11-30T09:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:20:41.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diva and Alan Rickman</title><content type='html'>This morning on the way to school the Diva says “Momma, I have a question for you.”&amp;nbsp; Taking a deep breath I prepare myself, because I never know what might come out of that little mouth at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So when you are reading a book do you hear the people in your head talking?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply: “Umm yeah, I would say so.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I am reading Harry Potter and sure I hear the voices of Harry, Ron and Hermione, but the voice that sticks out the most is Snape.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at her and asked “why do you think that is?”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got this little sideways grin and said, “I think because, secretly he is my favorite person in Harry Potter.”&lt;br /&gt;This is a revelation; normally its Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dobby or even Peeves.&amp;nbsp; Still not sure why she likes Peeves so much.&amp;nbsp; And there is no question to her devotion to the other 4.&amp;nbsp; So I ask her “really what makes Professor Snape your favorite?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sideways grin came back and she responded. “Well Momma, I love his voice, there is just something about his voice that makes me smile even when he is being a nasty turd (yes my Diva said turd) to Harry.&amp;nbsp; But I know that is not the real thing that is just the man playing him in the movie.&amp;nbsp; So even though I like that it’s not the real reason.&amp;nbsp; I think it’s because even after everything he still loved Lily.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope somebody loves me like that someday.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point she has a far away silly grin on her face.&amp;nbsp; So I tell her, “The man that plays Professor Snape his name is Alan Rickman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, does he always sound like that?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response (taken from Professor Snape himself) was simply “Always.”&amp;nbsp; She immediately got the reference and got an even bigger smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out my iPhone, I went to you tube and we watched this clip: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJqejvcpJQw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJqejvcpJQw&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Yes I was running a little behind for work this morning but when your daughter wants to listen to Alan Rickman, how can you refuse?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finished’ her response was “Yep, he is definitely my favorite and can you call him to see if he will read me a bed time story every night.&amp;nbsp; It would be so nice to hear that voice each night before I fall asleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you really like his voice and want to hear it some more?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response with a grin: “&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6429495845102893291?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6429495845102893291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6429495845102893291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6429495845102893291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6429495845102893291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-morning-on-way-to-school-diva-says.html' title='My Diva and Alan Rickman'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6393869483862512244</id><published>2011-11-29T20:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:25:20.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly vs Straight...Long vs Short</title><content type='html'>So I have let my hair grow out. &amp;nbsp;At this point I am not sure if I am happy with it at all. &amp;nbsp;Each day I think today is the day I am calling Nikki and telling her to cut it all off. &amp;nbsp;Then I talk myself out of it. &amp;nbsp;I really love Reese Witherspoon in the picture below, but I know that I will never have hair that straight. &amp;nbsp;EVER. &amp;nbsp;Or bangs. &amp;nbsp;Bangs that curl up are not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebslife.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/reese-witherspoon-hair17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://celebslife.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/reese-witherspoon-hair17.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This style (Isla Fisher) is pretty easy for me and I have been wearing it a lot. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty much my go to hair. &amp;nbsp;Although her curls are more tamed than mine are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/photos/isla-fisher/3156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.askmen.com/photos/isla-fisher/3156.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love the way you can throw it in a ponytail or pull it back in a clip. &amp;nbsp;What I don't love about it, how long it takes to wash and dry. &amp;nbsp;The Gwyneth Paltrow style is what I want. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://yourbeautyspot.ninemsn.com.au/img/yourcelebrityvote/gwyneth-paltrow-lob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://yourbeautyspot.ninemsn.com.au/img/yourcelebrityvote/gwyneth-paltrow-lob.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I will end up with hair like Chalize Theron below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trixiesbeautybar.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/curly-hair-cut-short-041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://trixiesbeautybar.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/curly-hair-cut-short-041.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah so I have no idea what I want. &amp;nbsp;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkJDyfl6jXI/TtWfeONWo1I/AAAAAAAAAec/S9KJ5XqtNPY/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkJDyfl6jXI/TtWfeONWo1I/AAAAAAAAAec/S9KJ5XqtNPY/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmWW6_BQveo/TtWgwUxEMmI/AAAAAAAAAes/EPUxxFFZY-0/s1600/IMG_0872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmWW6_BQveo/TtWgwUxEMmI/AAAAAAAAAes/EPUxxFFZY-0/s320/IMG_0872.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Again I have no idea what I want... &amp;nbsp;Muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6393869483862512244?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6393869483862512244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6393869483862512244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6393869483862512244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6393869483862512244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/curly-vs-straightlong-vs-short.html' title='Curly vs Straight...Long vs Short'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkJDyfl6jXI/TtWfeONWo1I/AAAAAAAAAec/S9KJ5XqtNPY/s72-c/IMG_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5301115257473212808</id><published>2011-11-27T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:17:05.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castle is starting to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, the Diva and I spent the day making the Castle, Holiday Ready. &amp;nbsp;We love our new tree, it's kinda skinny, BUT hey Skinny is good! &amp;nbsp;The Diva and I listened to Christmas carols and decorated up a storm. &amp;nbsp;We are happy with the results, still not completely finished but we made a good start. &amp;nbsp;Let me know what ya think. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvTOwjvqo-M/TtLuvxTY_II/AAAAAAAAAeU/TBctXgTtHe8/s1600/IMG_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvTOwjvqo-M/TtLuvxTY_II/AAAAAAAAAeU/TBctXgTtHe8/s400/IMG_0316.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eV3u0OmO2XM/TtLufCO3YYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8f-7Ct9-liU/s1600/IMG_0314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eV3u0OmO2XM/TtLufCO3YYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8f-7Ct9-liU/s400/IMG_0314.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5301115257473212808?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5301115257473212808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=5301115257473212808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5301115257473212808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5301115257473212808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/castle-is-starting-to-look-lot-like.html' title='The Castle is starting to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvTOwjvqo-M/TtLuvxTY_II/AAAAAAAAAeU/TBctXgTtHe8/s72-c/IMG_0316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2948557189383754265</id><published>2011-11-24T19:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:02:06.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Attire</title><content type='html'>This was my inspiration outfit. &amp;nbsp;I really liked it a lot. &amp;nbsp;There was just something about the grey and yellow together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 400px; position: relative; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/gray_yellow/set?.embedder=2904733&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;amp;id=36782834" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gray and Yellow" border="0" height="320" src="http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/36782834/id/fgmazM3Z4BGXj5nKEQjNcg/size/e.jpg" title="Gray and Yellow" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHTpcgM-mrs/Ts7rh_9CmwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fuZHonb5bro/s1600/IMG_0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHTpcgM-mrs/Ts7rh_9CmwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fuZHonb5bro/s400/IMG_0306.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I went to my closet to see what I could dig up. &amp;nbsp;I was not sure I even owned anything yellow no matter how much I liked it. &amp;nbsp;Imagine my surprise when I came up with not only a yellow shirt but a yellow necklace as well. &amp;nbsp;I thought it worked out nicely. &amp;nbsp;I decided my grey riding boots were a better option than flats (not that I have many flats to choose from and certainly do not have any yellow ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XbTfHCuOvo/Ts7rGqgli6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7-uBLKgDEjY/s1600/IMG_0301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XbTfHCuOvo/Ts7rGqgli6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7-uBLKgDEjY/s400/IMG_0301.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Keeping with the grey theme, the diva also decided a grey tunic sweater was appropriate Thanksgiving attire. &amp;nbsp;Notice she is also sporting her black riding boots. &amp;nbsp;And we basically have our hair fixed just a like. &amp;nbsp;Hey, she is not my mini me for nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope Everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;My BFF is picking me up in just a few and we are heading out to go shopping! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2948557189383754265?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2948557189383754265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2948557189383754265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2948557189383754265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2948557189383754265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/gray-and-yellow-by-chelsie85-featuring.html' title='Thanksgiving Attire'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHTpcgM-mrs/Ts7rh_9CmwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fuZHonb5bro/s72-c/IMG_0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6287117639929584392</id><published>2011-11-23T00:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:54:18.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>Well I know I said I would post a picture of the Diva in her horseback riding attire, but well it was raining and I was completely remiss in getting that photo. &amp;nbsp;Sorry... we will recreate it, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 days have been exercises in futility for me. &amp;nbsp;Nothing has gone the way I wanted it too! &amp;nbsp;Not one dang thing! &amp;nbsp;Work is making me crazy... but that is a completely different blog... not something for everyone. &amp;nbsp;The house looks rough. &amp;nbsp;Although for the life of me I can't figure out when we had to time to dirty it, since we have barely been here. &amp;nbsp;I am almost certain Elves dirty it when I am sleep. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe Presley is having kick butt parties when we are not here. &amp;nbsp;All I know if I am constantly cleaning it and it's still dirty. &amp;nbsp;And other stuff BUT I will not bore y'all with any of that, because Thanksgiving is barely over a day away and I know I have much to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I have to be thankful for? &amp;nbsp;For starters my Diva of course, she makes life entertaining and wonderful. &amp;nbsp;Who knew you could love one kid so much??? &amp;nbsp;Oh, wait; other Mom's knew that. &amp;nbsp;I know I have said this before, but given the chance she is going to change the world one day! &amp;nbsp;I promise you that! &amp;nbsp;The husband, yes I am thankful for him. &amp;nbsp;Even if choking him till he turned purple crossed my mind earlier today. &amp;nbsp;I am still thankful for him, always. &amp;nbsp;If I had to do it all over again tomorrow, he is still the one I would choose. &amp;nbsp;For all the million reasons he drives me crazy, there are a million more reasons why I love him best. &amp;nbsp;My family and friends, love them best as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey Day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6287117639929584392?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6287117639929584392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6287117639929584392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6287117639929584392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6287117639929584392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-4591980249878819579</id><published>2011-11-19T09:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:44:40.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday = happiness!</title><content type='html'>The Diva is putting the final touches on her room. &amp;nbsp;Birthday party + Bribery(Threats) = Clean Room. &amp;nbsp;Or at least at my house it does. &amp;nbsp;She is really excited to go to her friends birthday party. &amp;nbsp;It is a horseback riding party. &amp;nbsp;So of course she has to be properly attired. &amp;nbsp;She was mad because I would not buy her this to wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNrWLy1KFlU/TsfMkMrNZ9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/YzXIP5gYHWI/s1600/Jockey-Girl-Costume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNrWLy1KFlU/TsfMkMrNZ9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/YzXIP5gYHWI/s200/Jockey-Girl-Costume.jpg" width="106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She looked it up on the web and told me that was what she needed. &amp;nbsp;I told her she was not in a national riding championship. &amp;nbsp;She was going to a 9 years old's birthday party. &amp;nbsp;We compromised and decided to wear jeggings and cute top along with her black boots. &amp;nbsp;We however do not have the hat and I told her she did not need the riding crop. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We will do her hair cute to make up for not having the hat. &amp;nbsp;She is now searching for cute hairstyles to compliment her outfit -her words. &amp;nbsp;So there is not any telling what she will come up with me to do to her hair. &amp;nbsp;Her birthday is in a little over month and now she is worried about what she will do for her party. &amp;nbsp;She wants to have an Alice in Wonderland Lawn party. &amp;nbsp;I have told her that is a cute idea, but remember it is January. &amp;nbsp;I told her lets make it through Thanksgiving and then we will think about the Ali Holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Saturday, Everyone. &amp;nbsp;Do something fun or do nothing at all, just enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;MUAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-4591980249878819579?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4591980249878819579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=4591980249878819579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/4591980249878819579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/4591980249878819579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-happiness.html' title='Saturday = happiness!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNrWLy1KFlU/TsfMkMrNZ9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/YzXIP5gYHWI/s72-c/Jockey-Girl-Costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2934864802123781586</id><published>2011-11-18T06:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:13:35.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather in Florida</title><content type='html'>The weather in Florida is so much fun. &amp;nbsp;One day you are in shorts the next you are in fleece. &amp;nbsp;The Diva says I am wearing a coat today and shorts. &amp;nbsp;I told her to just wear jeans and you will be fine. &amp;nbsp;She shook her said and "But Mom, those crazy folks at School don't know how to check weather.com." &amp;nbsp;Today we are going with jeans, t-shirts and boots. &amp;nbsp;Boots are always the answer as well- according to the Diva. &amp;nbsp;Below you see the weather report. &amp;nbsp;She still thinks she needs a coat-her words. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table class="twc-forecast-table twc-second" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: url(http://s.imwx.com/v.20101027.112313/img/module/forecast-group-bg.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px -110px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: separate; color: #2c2c2c; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 616px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1 twc-animated-icon" rowspan="2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sunny" height="130" src="http://s.imwx.com/v.20100719.135915/img/wxicon/130/32.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-forecast-when" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 34px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Today&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-forecast-when" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 34px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-forecast-when" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 34px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-forecast-icon" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;&lt;a from="today_daypartforecast_icon" href="http://www.weather.com/weather/wxdetail/32439?dayNum=0" style="color: #225bd0; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Partly Cloudy" height="72" src="http://s.imwx.com/v.20100719.135915/img/wxicon/72/30.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-forecast-icon" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;&lt;a from="today_daypartforecast_icon" href="http://www.weather.com/weather/wxdetail/32439?dayNum=0" style="color: #225bd0; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Partly Cloudy" height="72" src="http://s.imwx.com/v.20100719.135915/img/wxicon/72/29.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-forecast-icon" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;&lt;a from="today_daypartforecast_icon" href="http://www.weather.com/weather/wxdetail/32439?dayNum=1" style="color: #225bd0; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Partly Cloudy" height="72" src="http://s.imwx.com/v.20100719.135915/img/wxicon/72/30.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;Sunny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 " style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 " style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 " style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1 twc-forecast-temperature" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;36°F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-forecast-temperature" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;68°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-forecast-temperature" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;46°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-forecast-temperature" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; font-size: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;71°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1 twc-forecast-temperature-info" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;Feels Like:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;31°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="merch-link" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a from="today_currentconditions_desktop" href="http://www.weather.com/services/desktop.html" style="color: #225bd0; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Get FREE weather on your desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-forecast-temperature-info" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-forecast-temperature-info" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-forecast-temperature-info" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1 twc-line-precip" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;Past 24-hr:&lt;br /&gt;Precip:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;0 in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;0 in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-line-precip" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;&lt;span class="twc-clickable twc-clickable-dotted" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(114, 114, 114); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #225bd0; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Chance of Rain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;10%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-line-precip" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Chance of Rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;20%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-line-precip" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;Chance of Rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;20%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1 twc-line-wind" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;Wind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;From NNE at 6mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-line-wind" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Wind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;E at 14 mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-line-wind" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;Wind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;E at 9 mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-line-wind" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;Wind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #2c2c2c; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;ESE at 12 mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="twc-severe-lastrow"&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-1 twc-line-nar" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 220px;"&gt;Through 12pm: Mostly sunny with temperatures warming rapidly into the mid to upper 50s. Winds ENE at 10 to 15 mph.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-2 twc-line-nar " style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;A mix of clouds and sun. High 68F. Winds E at 10 to 20 mph.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-3 twc-line-nar " style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 106px;"&gt;A few clouds. Low 46F. Winds E at 5 to 10 mph.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="twc-col-4 twc-line-nar " style="border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 197, 202); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 104px;"&gt;Sunshine and clouds mixed. High 71F. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6460223739694550972?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6460223739694550972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6460223739694550972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6460223739694550972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6460223739694550972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-look-is-cute-and-affordable.html' title='This look is cute and affordable...'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5121802235822137153</id><published>2011-11-16T05:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T05:14:06.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures</title><content type='html'>The Diva brought home her school pictures yesterday. &amp;nbsp;She hates them of course. &amp;nbsp;I think they are cute. &amp;nbsp;She says "that MAN made me turn my head like that. &amp;nbsp;I look like I am challenged." &amp;nbsp;I told her she looked beautiful. &amp;nbsp;She said the only good thing about the picture is you can see her Michael Kors bling on her shirt. &amp;nbsp;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4CseCo49So/TsOZSQ53ddI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3DKF1_IWchY/s1600/IMG_1440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4CseCo49So/TsOZSQ53ddI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3DKF1_IWchY/s320/IMG_1440.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Diva 4th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5121802235822137153?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4CseCo49So/TsOZSQ53ddI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3DKF1_IWchY/s72-c/IMG_1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6511039298680060181</id><published>2011-11-15T05:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:06:53.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute weekend look for some...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="height: 400px; position: relative; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is a cute weekend look. &amp;nbsp;I really like all the darker colors with the pops of PINK. &amp;nbsp;Of course that handbag alone costs almost 7 grand so it's not like I am running out tomorrow to purchase it. &amp;nbsp;But I like the look even if the total cost is $8577. &amp;nbsp;I mean I can't think of anyone I know who can afford it, well Kim K can, although I am not sure those jeans would fit on her super fabulous rear. &amp;nbsp;My challenge is to create an affordable look that is similar. &amp;nbsp;Oh and you can try it too! &amp;nbsp;(oh and in case you are not familiar the look was created on polyvore...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cute_weekend_look/set?.embedder=2904733&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;amp;id=38976745" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cute weekend LOOK!" border="0" height="400" src="http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/38976745/id/sHTbKroF4RGj6KHIqLy_Dg/size/e.jpg" title="Cute weekend LOOK!" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cute_weekend_look/set?.embedder=2904733&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;amp;id=38976745"&gt;Cute weekend LOOK!&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a 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has become a thing of the past around here. &amp;nbsp;I remember the days when I could sleep until 10-11 am. &amp;nbsp;Now I am lucky if I sleep past 4am on a weekday and occasionally I can make myself sleep till 7am on a weekend. &amp;nbsp;I feel like that means I am OLD. &amp;nbsp;Only old people get up before daylight or before the chickens; as we say in the south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I am up at around 4 am or so, doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, mopping the floor. &amp;nbsp;Sure they all need to be done, but I still enjoy sleep when it comes. &amp;nbsp;Why back in the day (see: an OLD people reference, only OLD people say- back in the day -) I would just be getting home at 4 am. &amp;nbsp;Sad, sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that irritates me is Kevin. &amp;nbsp;Looking at the clock it is now around 5:30 am. &amp;nbsp;He does not have to be at work until 7am. &amp;nbsp;He is leaving now. &amp;nbsp;It's all of 20 minutes to work. &amp;nbsp;My point is they do not start paying you till 7am why would you want to show up every day at least an hour early? &amp;nbsp;I mean sure I show up early sometimes, like when I have a project to do. &amp;nbsp;But every day is insanity. &amp;nbsp;I guess he figures he is up, might as well leave. &amp;nbsp;The difference is I figure I am up, I should do laundry or clean the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the truth is: the fact that he does not see those things need to be done is what really irritates me. &amp;nbsp;Men they are so oblivious. &amp;nbsp;Good thing he is cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day all Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-8141788252213358268?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8141788252213358268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=8141788252213358268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8141788252213358268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8141788252213358268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep-chores.html' title='Sleep &amp; Chores...'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-809644858051414831</id><published>2011-11-14T16:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:57:45.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrect this blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been contemplating resurrecting this blog for a while.&amp;nbsp; I miss the outlet for my craziness and well a few people have said I am funny.&amp;nbsp; Not sure about all that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed since I was last here.&amp;nbsp; There have been some great things.&amp;nbsp; I published a book under the pen name of Kelli Lee Mosley.&amp;nbsp; It’s called Another Chance.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure I want to do it again but hey it is off my bucket list.&amp;nbsp; The Diva has grown so much she is nearly as tall as me.&amp;nbsp; I will get some pictures up ASAP to show you how cute she still is.&amp;nbsp; (Yes, I am her mother; but I know I am not the only one that notices how cute she is…) Kevin and I have been married 11 years now.&amp;nbsp; Crazy times, man.&amp;nbsp; We have new babies in the family.&amp;nbsp; Really cute ones, at last count 5 new nieces and 5 new nephews.&amp;nbsp; Not to mentions a few marriages have been celebrated to go along with those babies.&amp;nbsp; I have re-connected with some family that I have not talked to in ages.&amp;nbsp; That has been great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all things there have been some not-so-great times as well.&amp;nbsp; We lost Uncle Raymond last year.&amp;nbsp; He is still missed so very much.&amp;nbsp; He was our family comedian and get-togethers are not the same without him. My friend Jan (you have heard me mention her) she was in seriously bad car accident.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully she is now on the road to recovery, but it was scary none the same.&amp;nbsp; My other BFF Stephanie she moved away, BUT she came back.&amp;nbsp; So that was bad, but now it is good that she back home.&amp;nbsp; I missed her so VERY much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world has also changed a lot as well.&amp;nbsp; Social Media is everywhere.&amp;nbsp; From Facebook to Twitter to Pinterest (probably my favorite) it’s all about getting out there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update on the Diva:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is now 9 years old and in the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade.&amp;nbsp; She is still an excellent student and has a wide range of interests and her personality is just as huge as ever.&amp;nbsp; -As anyone who follows me on Facebook can attest to- She has decided soccer is her sport and she plays either defense or midfields man.&amp;nbsp; And what will cause you to roll with laughter is: YES, I was her coach this season.&amp;nbsp; Go ahead, laugh.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is funny.&amp;nbsp; Heck even I think it’s hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Reading seems to be her thing.&amp;nbsp; She has now read all of the Harry Potter books, Kingdom Keepers books, Peter and The Starcatchers and now she has moved on to some classics such as Anne of Green Gables and Judy Blume.&amp;nbsp; You can often hear her laughing at the antics of Fudge in the SuperFudge series.&amp;nbsp; She has asked to read Twilight as of now I have told her NO.&amp;nbsp; While she has seen the movies, the books are more intense and I don’t think at 9 she is ready.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update on the Princess:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All goes well as far as I can tell, I had some ups and downs this summer but I am finally feeling better.&amp;nbsp; And I seem to have gotten back on track health-wise.&amp;nbsp; I have expanded my passion for photography somewhat.&amp;nbsp; Kevin finally broke down and bought me a good camera and I have certainly put it and my MacBook to use.&amp;nbsp; (Photo’s to come; I promise) and other than that I have just been busy being me.&amp;nbsp; Why not be me, everyone else is taken – at least that is how the saying goes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update on Kevin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is still the same old, laid back, easy going Kevin.&amp;nbsp; Pretty much content to do what “his girls” –that is what he calls us- wants to do.&amp;nbsp; He is now working closer to me and we have lunch together quite often, which is something we have never been able to do.&amp;nbsp; It seems to be having a positive impact on us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Work is still work, no paycheck unless you go there; unfortunately I have not figured away around that.&amp;nbsp; I need a paycheck to support my Michael Kors habit so I continue to go each day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much it for now.&amp;nbsp; I promise now that yall are caught up, it will be fun updates from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little things like:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for hairspray today. I know that is superficial but had you seen my hair before hairspray you would understand the wonders it wrought this morning. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diva killed a squirrel with her 4-10 Shotgun, Saturday…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;I wish I could explain the very depths to which, I loathe and despise laundry. I like to buy clothes, wear clothes and see them hanging in my closet. BUT I can find nothing I like about laundry. NOT.A.SINGLE.THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;The Diva just figured out there are 118 days until we go to Disney again. She smacked her hand on her forehead &amp;amp; said "oh dear goodness, I am never going to survive that!!" So dramatic she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Those are all from facebook, but I will endeavor to have separate Diva-ism’s for the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Muah!&amp;nbsp; Pictures to come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE3flwEW_4E/TsG4bpbh3DI/AAAAAAAAAco/MrG6YflGzuo/s1600/IMG_0101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE3flwEW_4E/TsG4bpbh3DI/AAAAAAAAAco/MrG6YflGzuo/s320/IMG_0101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyukMIB_5yA/TsG4lCWWjbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0AIh2kJuSOc/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyukMIB_5yA/TsG4lCWWjbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0AIh2kJuSOc/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZo6x4HbB_I/TsG4l9sJEZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DrbyOnAtpqA/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZo6x4HbB_I/TsG4l9sJEZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DrbyOnAtpqA/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgW86f0KvHw/TsG4q4Kw-GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gEXXqBPh_Vs/s1600/IMG_0111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgW86f0KvHw/TsG4q4Kw-GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gEXXqBPh_Vs/s320/IMG_0111.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiE3NN3xtFg/TsG4zTIBJfI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GfBxWbQXsIY/s1600/IMG_0123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiE3NN3xtFg/TsG4zTIBJfI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GfBxWbQXsIY/s320/IMG_0123.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-809644858051414831?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/809644858051414831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=809644858051414831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/809644858051414831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/809644858051414831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/resurrect-this-blog.html' title='Resurrect this blog!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE3flwEW_4E/TsG4bpbh3DI/AAAAAAAAAco/MrG6YflGzuo/s72-c/IMG_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1823454341439898992</id><published>2009-09-13T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:26:49.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>Well my birthday was Thursday!  It was a pretty good day.  I gotta cake that was my highest priority.  You know me, rarely have I met a cake I didn't like.  Presents were good!  I love presents.  Friday night was Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt;!  And OH MY GOD... I love me some Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt;.  The concert was fabulous.  Miranda Lambert opened for him and she did a pretty good job.  No voice on Saturday, but hey who needs a voice.  Dallas won today and that was fabulous!  Love me some Cowboys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;winning&lt;/span&gt;!  Must go back to work tomorrow!  Which is not anything I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days until the Diva, Stephanie and little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blondie&lt;/span&gt; and me escape to Disney World!  Girls Road trip and all!  October 23rd... is worth looking forward too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1823454341439898992?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1823454341439898992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1823454341439898992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1823454341439898992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1823454341439898992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1666931473896826357</id><published>2009-09-05T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:49:28.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what would it take to make a man clean up</title><content type='html'>Ok I love Kevin.  I truly do, BUT he drives me crazy.  What would it take to have him pick up his own crap?  I mean why are his shoes in the middle of my kitchen?  Why does he leave his glass on the coffee table?  Why does he leave his clothes outside of the linen closet, when the basket is inside the closet?  Does he think these think miraculously take care of themselves?  I think he does.  I really do.  So we are having a contest that he does not know about.  I am not washing any of his socks until he puts them in the basket.  At this point it has been 1 week that I have not washed any.  I want to see if he will go in search of them or just think that they all disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1666931473896826357?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1666931473896826357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1666931473896826357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1666931473896826357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1666931473896826357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-it-take-to-make-man-clean-up.html' title='what would it take to make a man clean up'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2651028813666050833</id><published>2009-06-23T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:24:12.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diva's Plans</title><content type='html'>The other morning the Diva and I were driving to the sitters house and I asked her what she wanted to do when the weekend got here.  You could tell she was giving it some thought then she replied.  "Well I am not sure I have all these other plans.  Let me think on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her and say "what other plans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you don't know Mom, I have lots of plans.  Let's see, well the end of June I am going to the movies to see Transformers and then July will get here and I will celebrate my half birthday (I started that a long time ago, her half b-day is July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we always have a cook out.  Well we called it her half b-day when she was 2 and it stuck... great idea huh... NOT!) then Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out.  Next is August and you promised me that you and Daddy would take me to do something before school starts back.  Then in September we are going to see Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; is Tallahassee.  In October we are going to Disney World to trick or treat with Stitch and I want to be an East High cheerleader for Halloween (High School Musical).  After that it will be November and Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows comes out along with Edward (insert dreamy sigh... not sure if it is for Edward or Harry as she loves them both, although not as much as she loves Troy Bolton- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;) in New Moon.  Then its December and we have Christmas and move on to January and it will be my birthday.  Now in February there is not much going on other than Valentines Day, but you always get me a prize so its not a complete waste.  Then its March and Spring Break and we will go back to Disney World.  Yeah I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much time to do anything but we might can squeeze going somewhere and doing something in there.  Let me get back to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I have nothing to say.  Because well what's left?  I mean she has plans from now till March and she is ONLY 7.  I think I need to buy her a Palm Pilot or at the very least a day planner to keep up with all of it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FCOL&lt;/span&gt;... where does she come up with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2651028813666050833?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2651028813666050833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2651028813666050833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2651028813666050833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2651028813666050833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2009/06/divas-plans.html' title='The Diva&apos;s Plans'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-9035116350585534979</id><published>2008-12-27T16:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:58:33.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glutton for punishment or just reality??</title><content type='html'>This month has been so crazy busy.  I have planned to blog about this and blog about that, but I just have not had enough time.  I go back to work on Monday after being off for 10 days and I know that it will be hard to get back in the groove of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diva and I have had a pretty good break and Christmas was great.   I have spent that last 2 days telling her to turn her music down.  I have to wonder about my sanity in the choice of having Santa bring her a huge stereo.  My only thought was that maybe I would not have to listen to High School Musical any more in the car.  Maybe I did not think that one all the way through you know.  Beyond that life is pretty sweet right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the middle of plans for her birthday party.  She is having a High School Musical Makeover Dance Party.  Yes I am a glutton for punishment.  14 little girls for 4 hours, they are going to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hair and nails done all while singing along with High School Musical.  My dog is going to have heart failure when all these people show up.  He is not exactly what you call a people dog.  There went my sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-9035116350585534979?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9035116350585534979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=9035116350585534979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/9035116350585534979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/9035116350585534979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/glutton-for-punishment-or-just-reality.html' title='Glutton for punishment or just reality??'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-4894533136068778401</id><published>2008-12-09T19:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:25:51.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude People</title><content type='html'>I know that rude people are just RUDE!  I know that everyone can not be nice.  I mean I have been known to not be the sweetest person, but I try to be mostly considerate ya know.  So I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; today and I bought my bag of chocolate and I am trying to leave.  I go to my car, get in and look behind me.  Well there is this person rolling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; cart up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; car.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I can wait no problem.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; she opens all the doors on her car and proceeds to load about $250 worth of groceries into her trunk.  I have no idea why she had to have her doors open to do this.  Well what can I do, other than tear the doors off her BMW, which I will admit I thought about.  Finally I she finishes and I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; cause really where can I go, she is completely in my way.  On my way to FINALLY back up she gives me this look and throws her hands up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; at this point I am ill with her and think I should go pop her one but I back up and go to work anyway. &lt;br /&gt;So I know this is the Season to be kind and considerate and I know that you should really be kind and considerate all year, BUT when is it my turn to be rude???  Dang it I want a turn too.  Everybody else gets one, I WANT MINE!&lt;br /&gt;So in this season to be sweet lets say a prayer for the rude person and the person that did not kill them for being rude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-4894533136068778401?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4894533136068778401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=4894533136068778401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/4894533136068778401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/4894533136068778401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/rude-people.html' title='Rude People'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-926435491402671911</id><published>2008-12-02T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:43:46.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Presley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/STXj7GiIMRI/AAAAAAAAANU/J7iDlQyIFQE/s1600-h/Ali+adn+Presley+at+the+beach+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275373143039947026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/STXj7GiIMRI/AAAAAAAAANU/J7iDlQyIFQE/s400/Ali+adn+Presley+at+the+beach+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the newest member of my family. His name is Presley. I have never had an inside dog before, so this is a new experience for me. We should have named him Kelli's Shadow, because that is what he is! He is driving me nuts, but I love HIM! Bless the Diva's heart she wanted a inside dog so we got her one. Well he has turned into my dog. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-926435491402671911?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/926435491402671911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=926435491402671911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/926435491402671911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/926435491402671911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-presley.html' title='Meet Presley'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/STXj7GiIMRI/AAAAAAAAANU/J7iDlQyIFQE/s72-c/Ali+adn+Presley+at+the+beach+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-3812438194364360169</id><published>2008-11-30T19:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:54:59.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is how you combat that Thanksgiving weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/STNBybyVd4I/AAAAAAAAANM/jSdeujtzzoQ/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274631923289126786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/STNBybyVd4I/AAAAAAAAANM/jSdeujtzzoQ/s400/Thanksgiving+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Jan and I were being fools and were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;... well we went looking for a box for her to send to her kids and had a little time to kill before she went home to watch the Alabama Auburn game at 2:30. Well we get to the check out line and we look at it 2:05. Plenty of time, she lives about 3 miles away so it was not a big deal that we hurry. The lady in front of us has 4 things, they are all produce. Well apparently they were not ringing up correctly and she is having a cow over the onion and the bell pepper. She thinks that they are cheaper than what they rang up. I looked up and the cashier is GONE! Well apparently she has went to the produce section to check it out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; just so you know I would have given her a dollar to just go the HELL on. In the end I think she saved right at 50 cent. If she would have taken my dollar she would have came out ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in the time that we had to kill we are looking at the various "impulse" items you can buy. Its random things like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cd's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;febreeze&lt;/span&gt;, dog toys you know all the things that you would really think that you need at the check out. Then we spot &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;! Jan finds it first and begins to laugh. She shows it to me and well... words fail me. I am ACTUALLY speechless. &lt;strong&gt;QUICK LOSS DIET SPRAY.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; number one, who in the hell would buy some shit called Quick Loss Diet Spray? Number Two I mean REALLY???  It works in minutes and lasts for hours?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; what happens when it wears off?  Do you gain twice what you lost?  I know that there are lots of things that people will buy to lose weight but a SPRAY??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that is my random rant and I think that if people actually buy this and expect it to work then they should lose weight by having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; head cut off because they are obviously not using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-3812438194364360169?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3812438194364360169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=3812438194364360169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3812438194364360169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3812438194364360169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-is-how-you-combat-that.html' title='Here is how you combat that Thanksgiving weight'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/STNBybyVd4I/AAAAAAAAANM/jSdeujtzzoQ/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2008+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1427457355758489371</id><published>2008-10-28T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:49:34.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiters... yeah they suck</title><content type='html'>So, my best friend Jan and I are out on our regular Tuesday lunch.  You know the drill she bitches about her work I in turn bitch about mine.  I give her the latest update on all the wacky things that Diva did the morning on the way to school and well generally a good time is had by all.  Generally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love PF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Changs&lt;/span&gt;, love it.  We just got a new about a year ago, so its still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; new.  Anyway, whenever any of us from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;e office&lt;/span&gt; go, the service is great.  I mean they wait on you an everything.  However whenever Jan and I go, its like they forget we exist.  Really I mean we are like the black hole of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.  NO ONE pays us any attention.  I ordered my usual, water with a lemon (only there cause they don't have limes) spring rolls for appetizer, egg drop soup and beef with broccoli.  She gets all the same only cashew chicken.  We literally sit there and finish our water before the food comes out.  Never mind that it is the soup and not the spring rolls.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; other random person in black brings those.  Then we get the entree, Jan asks for salt and you would have thought she asked for a gun.  He looked at her like she was out of her mind.  He brought the salt and we never seen him again.  We finally got another random person in black to fill up our water glass and then we begged them for the check.  At this point I am pissed.  He is over getting our bill together and I timed it, it took 11 minutes to bring our change!  11 freaking minutes.  REALLY.  Yeah he got no tip and if there was a way I could have taken money away I would have.  Jan swears she is never going back.  I am torn.  I only get bad service when I am with her and I love the spring rolls.  Needless to say we are going back to our regularly scheduled lunch at Cantina Laredo where you can get service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it was a decent day.  The diva is planning all her stops for Halloween candy and is excited about it.  OH and one for the record books... we are going to MULE day on Saturday.  Yes you read that correctly, I said MULE day.  I will certainly bring back pictures of Mule Day in South Georgia.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1427457355758489371?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1427457355758489371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1427457355758489371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1427457355758489371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1427457355758489371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiters-yeah-they-suck.html' title='Waiters... yeah they suck'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-8923255366631681077</id><published>2008-10-26T11:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:51:21.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not understand...</title><content type='html'>Well 1st off there are plenty of things that I do not understand: why they make white sandals and grown folks jelly shoes, why there is a such thing as sugar free ice cream, why my daughter insists on trying to have a life or death conversation with me while I am in the shower, and well why my husband does 3/4's of the things that he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of the biggest things that I do not understand is why some people insist on finishing a book that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; do not like.  Last night I was on Amazon and I was reading the reviews on various book that I have read or plan to read and I was singularly surprised at the number of 1 star rated reviews.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am the 1st to say that we do not all like the same things.  I love historical romance novels, LOVE THEM.  I love to read them, but a deal breaker for me is usually anything set in the middle ages.  All I can think about is the lack of people bathing and the lack of toothbrushes.  So I know that I will not be able to concentrate on the story when all I can think about is when was the last time the hero had a bath, brushed his teeth and is he scratching the lice that I am sure he has.  Another deal breaker for me is men in kilts.  NOPE as far as I am concerned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a cross dresser.  I know, I know, I know, I am being narrow minded but hey that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how I know these are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deal breakers&lt;/span&gt; for me I will not even pick up a book about any of it.  Ever.  My time to read is to valuable to waste it on something that I do not like.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; brings me back to the topic at hand.  Why continue reading a book that by say the 3rd chapter you KNOW you do not like it?  It make absolutely no sense to me.  Personally I do not understand.  Why torture yourself with something you positively detest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is what I do not understand.  If you can explain it to me please feel free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-8923255366631681077?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8923255366631681077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=8923255366631681077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8923255366631681077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8923255366631681077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-do-not-understand.html' title='I do not understand...'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1830554648420375906</id><published>2008-10-09T06:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:51:47.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, totally the Tooth fairy is a no go.</title><content type='html'>The Diva has thought about it and well the Tooth Fairy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; not for her.  Like I did not know she was going to change her mind a 1000 times.  So she is going to be an '80's girl.  The kids loves the everything about the '80's.  So since we are going to a party I am going to dress up as an '80's girl as well.  This should be fun.  So in preparation we are watching Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flashdance&lt;/span&gt;, and all the others.  I have already ordered the leg warmers.  I think it will be fun.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, I just wish we had enough hair for a full side pony tail, but alas we don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did anyone see Project Runway last night?  I am still on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bandwagan&lt;/span&gt; that if they pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenley&lt;/span&gt; to win, I am breaking up for good with PR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say but I have to go straighten my hair and the Diva's hair.  Have a great day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1830554648420375906?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1830554648420375906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1830554648420375906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1830554648420375906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1830554648420375906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-totally-tooth-fairy-is-no-go.html' title='Like, totally the Tooth fairy is a no go.'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-3306369629400107919</id><published>2008-09-29T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:20:51.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is coming up</title><content type='html'>Well Halloween is coming up.  And for anyone who happened to read my blog last year at this time you will recall the Diva was a demon princess.  Well this year she is going to be a tad less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; and be the tooth fairy.  Yes you read that right she wants to be the tooth fairy.  I have no clue where she comes up with this stuff.  Although I actually think the tooth fairy is better than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hershey&lt;/span&gt; kiss as that was her original idea.  So I am in hot pursuit of the makings of tooth fairy costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else, I am of course in a bad mood cause the Cowboys last yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on an up note Kevin's b-day is coming up and I am planning him a nice get together with some friends.  I am thinking you know only the people we really like and the Diva should have a spend the night party with the grandparents ya know.  More to come soon about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and last thing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run out and buy my friend Farrah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rochon's&lt;/span&gt; book &lt;em&gt;The Holiday Inn&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Holiday-Inn-Leisure-Contemporary-Romance/dp/0843961570/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222730205&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; it comes out tomorrow!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-3306369629400107919?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3306369629400107919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=3306369629400107919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3306369629400107919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3306369629400107919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloween-is-coming-up.html' title='Halloween is coming up'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-4252419362331834534</id><published>2008-09-27T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:08:38.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway...</title><content type='html'>Ok if you have followed my blog you know that I am hopelessly devoted to Project Runway.  In my dreams I am Heidi Klum, minus the whole married to Seal thing. I mean he can sing but he is kinda “icky”.  Don’t bash me Seal fans… you know I like blonde redneck boys—it’s just how I am wired.  But like I said in my dreams I am 5 foot 10 and THIN and oh hell why not…blonde.  Michael Kors is my absolute favorite designer.  I love his clothes, (although his Spring collection may have to grow on me, I am not completely in love with it…BUT I am not in love with any of the spring collections at this point so it is not a refection on him in any way) his shoes and well his bags are TO. DIE. FOR.!!  As for Nina Garcia, yes she needs to eat but hey I love her snarky little comments so I try to not to hold the “skinniness” against her.  Then there is Tim Gunn, his style is impeccable as are his manners and well everything about him screams etiquette and propriety in a good way, so I have to “HOLLER” at my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in saying this, I have to make an additional comment.  I can not stand Kenley.  She is one of the 4 remaining designers.  She makes me gag!!!  Everything she puts out is 100 different kinds of ugly and she is rude, obnoxious, hateful, insufferable and well completely intolerable all the way around.  Not only is she rude (insert any other word of your choosing from last sentence) to the other designers she is RUDE to everyone, everywhere.  I do not feel that she is fashion forward with her 1940’s soldiers coming home from war hair.  And the outfits she wears, well I do not have enough blog space to tell you exactly how they make me feel.  But so you will know the adjectives that I think best describe her style are as follows: repugnant, vile, hideous, revolting, ugly, gruesome, dreadful…and the list goes on; but I will stop there.  So in saying this, if they let her win Project Runway and give $100,000 to start her own line, I VOW TO NEVER WATCH PROJECT RUNWAY AGAIN!  Ever!!!!!  I mean she is a vile, revolting beast and I refuse to take part in anything that would reward that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I am not alone in thinking this check out &lt;a href="http://projectrungay.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link... they feel the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that I feel better have a nice day everyone.  MUAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. I have been trying to post this for days but its been one thing or another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-4252419362331834534?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4252419362331834534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=4252419362331834534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/4252419362331834534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/4252419362331834534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-runway.html' title='Project Runway...'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-952266271097484297</id><published>2008-09-20T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:09:19.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin... he is for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for anyone that is married, has a boyfriend or hell for that matter even knows a man, KNOWS that when one is even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remotely&lt;/span&gt; sick, YOU can not deal with them.  Kevin has been sick for most of the week.  So he is for sale!  I am DONE with him.  He can either take medicine or he can live in the yard.  The Diva and I are done listening to him COUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; on to other things going...&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Miami Hurricanes beat the snot out of Texas A&amp;amp;M.  Pretty decent to me.  I am a Miami fan you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited that it is the weekend, the Diva and I slept in this morning.  It was fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; on to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-952266271097484297?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/952266271097484297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=952266271097484297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/952266271097484297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/952266271097484297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/kevin-he-is-for-sale.html' title='Kevin... he is for sale'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2888712817560856966</id><published>2008-09-17T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:43:25.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People are idiots!</title><content type='html'>Oh not you, you read my blog.  Other people; yeah not so smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you ride your break for 7 miles down a major highway you are not allowed to be pissed when you stop for real and you nearly get rear ended.  How in the hell is someone supposed to know this time you are really stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example, if you have your left turn signal on for about 10 miles then how are people supposed to know you are turning when you really decide to turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; on to other people... lets just say you are at lunch with your co-worker, you are both female.  The 1st girl places her order and she stands there.  You continue to look at the counter girl.  Finally she says are you going  to order.  Of course you then give her that look (yeah that look-- you are so stupid) I plan too as soon as you take her money so we can pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separately&lt;/span&gt;.  Then she wonders why you think she is a moron.  Now to me and you it is obvious, but she was not that smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that brings us to here.  I am off to watch Project Runway and see how many different kinds of ugly they can pack in to one show.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; thinking at least 5, because there are six designers left and chances are I am bound to like something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, loves and kisses to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2888712817560856966?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2888712817560856966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2888712817560856966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2888712817560856966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2888712817560856966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-are-idiots.html' title='People are idiots!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-9115646222538425734</id><published>2008-09-15T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:47:45.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday...again, didn't we just do this?</title><content type='html'>Here I have been waiting all week to watch Monday night football, you know the only reason that Mondays should exist and as of this moment my boys ain't looking so hot.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; to hoping they pull it out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; on to different things... I had a PTO meeting tonight.  Yeah that was fun.  But you know it was volunteer torture so I really can not complain about it, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to anyone out there reading this crazy blog, I am looking for a book set in 1900 Galveston during the bad hurricane and the hero's name is John and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chickie's&lt;/span&gt; name is Mara.  She makes gowns... yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I can remember.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;, it's making me crazy.  But I continue to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it for tonight.  I need to go and drool over Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Romo&lt;/span&gt;.  Have fun kids and be safe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-9115646222538425734?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9115646222538425734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=9115646222538425734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/9115646222538425734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/9115646222538425734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-night-football.html' title='Monday...again, didn&apos;t we just do this?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6582464062754136566</id><published>2008-09-13T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:11:57.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat cake!</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday was my b-day... eh it was a decent considering.   I mean Ike did not come and visit me and I got presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I did not get a cake... Just for future refererence I NEED A CAKE on my b-day.  A cake I tell you people I need a cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to other things, Kevin and I are headed out to the Wine festival today so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diva is having a spend the night party with the grandparents, so we are going by ourselves.  It's been a while since we did anything just the 2 of us.  So I am sorta looking forward to having some alone time with him.  And hey free wine is always good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend... love, hugs and kisses--Muah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6582464062754136566?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6582464062754136566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6582464062754136566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6582464062754136566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6582464062754136566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2225298515117593999</id><published>2008-09-08T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:03:16.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday... why do we need them?</title><content type='html'>As of yet I have am unable to see what purpose a Monday serves.  No-one likes them and I am not an exception to that rule.  Monday's pretty much suck all the way around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday in the fall at least has football.  Oh and speaking of football... yeah my Colts lost yesterday but the Cowboys and the Saints won so it was not too bad of a day.  Tom Brady is out for the season... oh so sad &lt;em&gt;I am not a Brady fan if you can tell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; and I live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;... which means Hurricane Season.  SO currently I am living with the weather channel to see what Evil Ike is up to.  Its more of a lifestyle choice you know.  You either watch the weather or you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things the diva had open house tonight.  The 1st grade seems to be treating her well.  She has not refused to go yet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things I am one day away from my 31st b-day.  Yuck might I just add.  I have decided we are going to celebrate quietly.  Meaning I expect presents but everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; refrain from mentioning that ugly number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves and kisses to all!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2225298515117593999?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2225298515117593999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2225298515117593999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2225298515117593999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2225298515117593999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-why-do-we-need-them.html' title='Monday... why do we need them?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2752828125321195777</id><published>2008-09-04T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:53:22.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what you get for the money??</title><content type='html'>Somethings are easy to see what value they are, you know say... um your car for example.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;  know you need something that is reliable to get you from point A to point B.  Some people have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt;, some people have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lexus&lt;/span&gt;, or your me and you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nissan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;altima&lt;/span&gt; (that you absolutely adore) but at the end of the day its a good value for your and your lifestyle if gets you where you need to be.  Other things are even easier to see the value in, say the dollar menu at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;, if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you have 2 bucks and some tax money then you know a cheeseburger and fries are there waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to things that you are not sure "what you get for the money".  I am talking family here.  Sure you love them and you do not need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; from them but family is a lot of work and is generally worth it.  Well this brings me to last Saturday night.  Some family is here celebrating Labor Day holidays with us and the Diva heads to get a bath... well the 2 year old desperately wants to be anywhere my Diva is and follows her to the tub.  The Diva relents and lets her get in the tub with her.  They play for about 25-30 minutes.  I am finishing washing the 2 years hair and she gets a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; look on her face.  The diva is stepping out of the tub...well then all the sudden the 2 year old takes a DUMP in the tub.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; my Diva is beyond ill at this.  Mind you she was already out of the tub and believe me none got on her.  It was just the point.  Ya know.  Oh and its been nearly a week and she will still not take a bath in there.  She will only use my tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diva turns and looks at me and says, having cousins is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; not worth being pooped on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a 6 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!  have a great night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2752828125321195777?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2752828125321195777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2752828125321195777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2752828125321195777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2752828125321195777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-you-get-for-money.html' title='what you get for the money??'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-3303090234489317692</id><published>2008-09-03T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:33:13.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone I know I suck.  I have not been able to update my blog as my life has been out of control.  But thankfully I have it all back mostly under control.  I hope everyone is doing well.  We mostly are around here.  Living at the beach in September means constantly watching the weather channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is now starting THANK YOU GOD!!!  I love love love football season!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Diva has started the 1st grade and well that has been interesting in our life.  We now have homework and other school things to take care of.  I guess the part of that I can barely believe is that the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; week of school they are already turning her into a little salesman.  You know it would be easier in my life to just write the school a check for $100.00 bucks and call that my Diva's contribution.  Then I would not have to beg all our family to buy that crap or have to deliver it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin asked the Diva if she wanted to play soccer she informed that soccer was a lot of running and very little action and she was not in a hurry to have someone kick things at her.  So I suppose soccer is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other things going on around this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is fall, maybe there will be something on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I somehow doubt it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least football will be on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;election is coming up, I know that will be interesting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work is slowing down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my birthday is coming up I will be 29 :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and one last funny note before I sign off for the day, The diva is going to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ringbearer&lt;/span&gt; in my best friends Jan's wedding.  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; has known this for a while and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; me the other day that she had thought about it and well she really did not want to do it.  I told her Ms. Jan would understand but why do you not want to do it?  She said that wearing a bear suit would be to hot in the summer time and the fur would make her itch.  YES the FUR WOULD MAKE HER ITCH, because being a ring bearer meant you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be dressed as a bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you are 6 and have been asked to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ringbearer&lt;/span&gt; and you have no idea what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ringbearer&lt;/span&gt; does you will think you need a bear suit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone have a fabulous night as I am off to watch my love Micheal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kors&lt;/span&gt; on Project Runway and try to not gauge my eyes out  and tear my ears off when Suede makes comments about his inspiration coming from his d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ead&lt;/span&gt; grandfathers, cousins, neighbors, aunts, brothers cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kisses to all!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-3303090234489317692?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3303090234489317692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=3303090234489317692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3303090234489317692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3303090234489317692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-baaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-7443109389995059065</id><published>2008-05-20T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:45:34.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in the South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/SDN98U8j5ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lr_sAea49H4/s1600-h/the+springs+and+fish+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202640469911397778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/SDN98U8j5ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lr_sAea49H4/s400/the+springs+and+fish+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was such a great day. Kevin, the Diva and I went for a boat ride to the springs.  We had a blast.  I however got just a little red, but being fair skinned I am used to it.  Here is the Diva lounging in a chair.  I have no idea how she stands that cold water but she is little; cold means nothing to anyone under 12.  When we finally made her get out she was turning blue.  But yet she still was not cold.  She aint right.  Oh well it was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-7443109389995059065?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7443109389995059065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=7443109389995059065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7443109389995059065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7443109389995059065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-in-south.html' title='Sunday in the South'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/SDN98U8j5ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lr_sAea49H4/s72-c/the+springs+and+fish+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5739673913357058501</id><published>2008-03-25T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:21:37.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How was your Easter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R-kEnYo6VuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N6Q_ab7GvP8/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181677920941922018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R-kEnYo6VuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N6Q_ab7GvP8/s400/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter a day or so late! I hope you had a great day. We celebrated with family and overall it was a good day! The Diva is a determined egg hunter. At church she came up with 22 and at home she came up with 26. Not a bad egg count, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She of course woke up at the crack of dawn ready to go. I wish just one day she would sleep-- but alas it is not to be done... Anyway I digress, we hunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eggs&lt;/span&gt; at church and she had a blast until my little drama queen fell down in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;briers&lt;/span&gt; and got scratches on her knees. Oh My GOD, it was the end of the world. I think that she cried for 40 minutes. I finally had to take and put her in the car and tell her I was going to throw her Easter basket away. I know bad MOM... but I was tired of her whining.  This is her smelling the flowers at church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brier&lt;/span&gt; incident.  She was cute huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181682821499606770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R-kJEoo6VvI/AAAAAAAAAII/VGEyPoIK4WI/s400/flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you had a wonderful Easter holiday and from my family to yours Happy Easter a day or so late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5739673913357058501?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5739673913357058501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=5739673913357058501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5739673913357058501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5739673913357058501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-was-your-easter.html' title='How was your Easter?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R-kEnYo6VuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N6Q_ab7GvP8/s72-c/cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6599914321737492928</id><published>2008-03-20T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:39:00.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Peter CottonTail</title><content type='html'>Here Comes Peter CottonTail hopping down the Bunny trail, hippity hoppity Easter’s on its way!!!  At the Princess/Diva household we are deep into celebrating Easter.  We have boiled eggs, we have filled plastic eggs with candy and the Diva has told everyone what the Easter bunny needs to put in her Easter basket.  Personally I think that the Easter Bunny is over-rated.  I mean why on God’s green earth would a Bunny come bearing eggs and chocolate… ok anyone can bring me chocolate and I will accept.  I just have a hard time with the whole “I am a Bunny bearing gifts” routine ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I digress, Sunday we had the Diva’s yearly Easter portrait with the live bunnies.  None were strangled this year I might add.  On the way back the diva asked “mom what does the Easter Bunny have to do with God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me start at the beginning, Saturday opening day for Little League, Kelli - Team Mom.  Picture it Kelli screaming at a bunch of little brats cause they wont put on their helmets, they have somehow lost their glove and hat on the way off the field and THEY All want to be the pitcher!  JUST SHOOT ME NOW!  So Saturday night the Diva decides she needs a spend the night party at MeMe and Popsie’s – Load  her up and take her – pretty much my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are to Saturday night (I hope your imagination works well, cause I am telling you Saturday was just blissful just blissful—hell I can not even type that with a straight face- I was damn happy it was over!)  We went over to some friends and I decided it would be a great time to celebrate… well celebrate anything.  I mean I would have toasted to trees and bushes and leaves and your birthday in November or just the fact that the day ended in Y.  So seeing as how grey goose and pineapple juice like each other so well, I decided to get intimate with them myself.  Which ends in Kelli drinking way more than she should have not only in one night but probably in a at least a week.  Now I am going to have to blame some of it on making drinks in the dark.  How was I supposed to know that I was using entirely to much vodka… I mean it is clear FCOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it’s Sunday morning and I have to drag my-HUNGover-self to have the Diva’s pictures made and she now she wants to know what does God have to do the Easter Bunny.  My reply I think was absolutely perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Go ask you Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6599914321737492928?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6599914321737492928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6599914321737492928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6599914321737492928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6599914321737492928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-comes-peter-cottontail.html' title='Here Comes Peter CottonTail'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5927839082120936555</id><published>2008-03-13T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:48:03.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R9kvNfqvM3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/I3waKEK-8TE/s1600-h/ali+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177221155524653938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R9kvNfqvM3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/I3waKEK-8TE/s400/ali+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was driving home yesterday, I called the house.  The conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Diva: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well hey baby, what’s Momma’s girl doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Diva:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not taking off my shoes, that’s what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok... well that’s good, where is Daddy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Diva:&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Umm he is around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ok can I talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Diva:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Umm yeah, stay right here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (ok where am I going to go?)&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ok lovie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Now I hear her run through the house, she comes back and picks up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Diva:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It will be a few minutes… lets have some on hold music--- The itsy bisty spider climbed up the waterspout, down cam the rain…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (she sings me the entire song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Kevin gets the phone before she can launch good into I’m a little teapot… which I must add is really cute when she sings it… but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Diva’s phone etiquette or lack there of, she is only 6 so I thought it was not too terribly bad.  So we will have to work on this along with about a million other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5927839082120936555?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5927839082120936555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=5927839082120936555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5927839082120936555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5927839082120936555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/telephone-etiquette.html' title='Telephone Etiquette'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R9kvNfqvM3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/I3waKEK-8TE/s72-c/ali+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5865502917689358642</id><published>2008-03-11T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:07:49.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R9bwi_qvM2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nJHoOmaCbiw/s1600-h/sorrelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176589305705870178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R9bwi_qvM2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nJHoOmaCbiw/s400/sorrelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my anniversary. Kevin and I have been married 8 years. WOW!!! No-one is dead! A miracle if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it is funny; I can remember being so nervous before we got married and worrying about everything going perfect. The day of our wedding it rained a monsoon…my sister dropped her maid of honor dress in the red clay… I lost his ring… and there was a tornado while we were on the interstate headed to Disney for our honeymoon. But you know now I look back at all those things and they make me smile. Those things make my wedding special. Now I think of my bridesmaids in there beautiful sky blue colored dresses with their fans covered in flowers and my nieces and nephews looking so cute. I would not have traded all those things going wrong for anything in the world. So Happy Anniversary, Kevin I love you!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way the necklace is my gift.  Kevin got a great bottle of Scotch!!!  Great gifts, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5865502917689358642?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5865502917689358642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=5865502917689358642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5865502917689358642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5865502917689358642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary to me!!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R9bwi_qvM2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nJHoOmaCbiw/s72-c/sorrelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-8391303804600167715</id><published>2008-03-06T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:32:03.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What does pneumonia look like?</title><content type='html'>Well I can tell you that it has brown hair streaked with auburn and big brown eyes!  In other words my Diva has it.  Ok I know that she is sick, but she is driving me crazy for crying out loud.  Please recall she is the biggest drama queen known to man.  I mean she wants to go to the emergency room for a hang nail.  You think I am making that up?  Well I am not.  Yes, yes, yes, I realize she come by the drama part naturally, I mean I did birth her and all.  What can one expect?  The fever is out of control, of course 104 would make even the most laid back people freak out, not that I have ever been accused of being laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, she is sick, my house is dirty, she is whiny, I need to do laundry, she is sleeping between Kevin and I in the bed, in short this week has been hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have my picture up (you know the kind with Most Wanted, please alert security, should this woman show up – yeah you know it) at the X-ray place.  They pissed me off royally on Tuesday when I was trying to have her chest x-rays done.  Needless to say we will never be going back there.  Even had the service not been awful, my welcome is not guaranteed after my behavior.  But they should have performed the test that we needed and sent us on our way not keep us for nearly 2 hours then refuse to give me her x-rays because their Dr had not looked at them.  As if I care what he thinks.  I care what her pediatrician thinks not some radiologist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short this has been my week, Tylenol, Motrin, antibiotics, cough syrup and COFFEE by the gallon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-8391303804600167715?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8391303804600167715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=8391303804600167715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8391303804600167715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8391303804600167715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-pneumonia-look-like.html' title='What does pneumonia look like?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1209607619146485461</id><published>2008-02-29T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:38:59.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Makeover....</title><content type='html'>This post is a little self indulgent… hell it’s my blog; the whole thing is self indulgent.  If you have been a diligent follower of my blog (and I know who you are…) you know that I turned 30 in 2007.  Struggled with that one let me tell you.  I can barely believe it myself.  I still think of myself as young.  Then I catch the early signs of crow’s feet and know that I am not as young as I used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO…. The reason behind this post is the examination of my life and who I am as a person.  I have been talking to my best friend Jan and told her that I am trying to be a better person.  In searching this topic out I found this article and I really really really LIKE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/601341/how_to_become_a_better_person.html"&gt;http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/601341/how_to_become_a_better_person.html&lt;/a&gt;  please click here to read the whole article, I pulled this part out to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good character includes, integrity, courage, virtue, kindness, honesty, loyalty, patience. "Character is doing what's right even when no one is looking" – unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To improve my character, I want to mend rifts of old friendships and want to reconnect with my family that I have lost track of.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been told that I am hard and unforgiving but I am going to try to look at things in a whole new perspective and travel the road to a better person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotional well-being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional well-being has a lot to do with how you cope in daily life, how you view yourself and the world around you, how you react to situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To improve my emotional well being I am going to stand back and not react until I know the entire story and then I am going to treat it rationally and calmly…. Or at least try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mentality, your thoughts and mindset can have either a positive or negative effect on your overall well-being and how you see everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To improve my mentality I am going to have a positive outlook on life and think good thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;physical well-being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical well-being is very important. If you don't feel well physically, it's difficult to function in all other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To improve my physical well being well that one is little harder, but I am going to TRY to at least eat better.  I exercise, but not enough and I need to incorporate it in my life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spirituality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dulled spirit can mean a dulled life. Everyone needs to connect to something higher than themselves, discovering a deeper sense of who they are and where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To improve my spirituality, I am not sure.  I have no problem with my beliefs.  I know that there is a GOD and I know that he is looking out for me.  I also know that the choices I make affect the path that he has put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the things that I am going to work on… now I am not saying that I am going to accomplish them all… BUT I am going to try!  Besides who doesn't loveto have a makeover, especially if it comes with cute shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1209607619146485461?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1209607619146485461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1209607619146485461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1209607619146485461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1209607619146485461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/having-makeover.html' title='Having a Makeover....'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-3565874407273515040</id><published>2008-02-20T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:23:15.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50 years?  What does it really mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7w24ATWd1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YGQgNTVMEbM/s1600-h/Hotel+De+Funiak+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169066808096225106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7w24ATWd1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YGQgNTVMEbM/s400/Hotel+De+Funiak+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7w2lATWd0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/iV2_yppR2pw/s1600-h/Hotel+De+Funiak+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Kevin's parents 50th wedding anniversary on the 15th.  All I have to say is that I am glad it is over.  I am done withhn planning and prepping and trying to get all things done.  We had them a really really nice dinner at this little boutique hotel and we are going to have a party later on.  We were supposed to have a party this weekend but due to the rain a lot of people could not make it.  So we are going to do it in the Spring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 years with out killing each other should be somethiung to celebrate.  I know that should I not kill Kevin by then, we are are throwing one hell of a shindig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres to his Parents 50 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-3565874407273515040?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3565874407273515040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=3565874407273515040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3565874407273515040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3565874407273515040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/50-years-what-does-it-really-mean.html' title='50 years?  What does it really mean?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7w24ATWd1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YGQgNTVMEbM/s72-c/Hotel+De+Funiak+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6227964097462867336</id><published>2008-02-13T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:30:04.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7MMngTWdzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rwqNwu8nMnE/s1600-h/diva+v-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166487070349621042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7MMngTWdzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rwqNwu8nMnE/s320/diva+v-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it’s the Diva’s 1st Valentines Day at school.  We have did her Valentines, you see the picture of them.  I think that they are cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I are not big on lots of gifts for the “Hallmark Holiday!”  Our deal is not to spend more than $20.  Well I am cool I just have to say… the Fossil outlet was having a huge sale and I had a coupon so he got a normally $75 watch, I got it for less than $20.  Go me, go me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;/strong&gt; to Everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6227964097462867336?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6227964097462867336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6227964097462867336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6227964097462867336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6227964097462867336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R7MMngTWdzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rwqNwu8nMnE/s72-c/diva+v-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5770021600762218851</id><published>2008-01-31T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:06:38.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geographically challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R6HhioyEctI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jvhL85-ZTGI/s1600-h/earthgali_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161654633122525906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R6HhioyEctI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jvhL85-ZTGI/s320/earthgali_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am geographically challenged, I know this about myself; my friends know this about me.  Believe me, had you rode in the car with me in Dallas you would know this about me as well.  (How many times can I say that I am sorry yall… it was those one way streets, but some of it was me).  Yes I can follow directions as long as you give me landmarks and street signs.  As long as I have those I can get there.  But do not tell me to turn east or west.  I need you to say “take a left at the McDonalds, go down to the third redlight and make a right.”  When you use east in west, I have to figure out which way east and west are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am challenged with knowing where other places in the world are.  Yeah not so good at this either.  I once had Portugal and Peru confused.  My point was that they both started with a “P”; never mind that they are on different continents.  Yada, yada, yada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that brings me to my Diva.  I had no idea that this was a hereditary thing that I passed to her.  As you know, she and I have been reading Harry Potter.  Her question was why she can’t visit the places in Harry Potter.  I told her we might could one day, but they are in England.  She wrinkled her brow and asked “Is that up in Alabama somewhere?”  I shook my head, kissed her on the forehead and said “no honey it’s another country and continent as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and said “how should I know these things I am six and you have not taught them to me yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I realized I handed the geographically challenged gene down to her.  Oh well what can I do??? I will make sure she actually pays attention in 9th grade Geography!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5770021600762218851?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5770021600762218851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=5770021600762218851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5770021600762218851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5770021600762218851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/geographically-challenged.html' title='Geographically challenged'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R6HhioyEctI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jvhL85-ZTGI/s72-c/earthgali_s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6668193710383833087</id><published>2008-01-28T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:34:10.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter ...my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R54BbYyEcrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q45-h7jgyxY/s1600-h/Dobby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160563793033720498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R54BbYyEcrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q45-h7jgyxY/s320/Dobby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R54BboyEcsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UW6m4Dl1oas/s1600-h/200px-Dobby_Cos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160563797328687810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R54BboyEcsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UW6m4Dl1oas/s320/200px-Dobby_Cos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok I live in Harry Potter hell.  I am just telling you.  My diva thinks that he is the greatest thing since well... Umm Captain Jack from Pirates of the Caribbean.  And she is in love with Captain Jack.  However, she says she feels Harry is closer to her age and not always being chased by the police so she and Harry would have more fun together than her and Jack; even though she is a muggle.  Other than Harry her favorite character right  now is Dobby.  She thinks he is cute.  &lt;em&gt;I know she is wierd little girl.  &lt;/em&gt;So, now she wants to get a house elf.  Personally I think she only wants one so that she can get him to clean her room.  She hates cleaning her room, BUT what child does want to, ya know?  So she loves Dobby.  She loves to act out the crazy things he does. &lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to admit that I like Harry as well.  I am enjoying discovering his world with her.  She is amazed at every bit of it and really like that she is getting involved with reading.  So If Harry and Dobby give her a life long love of reading well then Harry can be my hero as WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6668193710383833087?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6668193710383833087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6668193710383833087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6668193710383833087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6668193710383833087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/harry-potter-my-hero.html' title='Harry Potter ...my hero'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R54BbYyEcrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q45-h7jgyxY/s72-c/Dobby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6550187254625924519</id><published>2008-01-17T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:56:32.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A beauty Queen??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4-1H77AKSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/djyTohq1wA4/s1600-h/pinkdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156539246311385378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4-1H77AKSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/djyTohq1wA4/s320/pinkdress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, do you see this dress?  Ok on Friday of last week, my Diva comes home with a letter advertising that there will  be a little miss pageant.  Ok let me preface this with we have done 2 pageants in the past.  The 1st one was when she was 22 months old.  Let me explain this to you, well she did pretty good if you count the fact that she came in 1st runner up and it was her 1st pageant.  But then I am reminded about the talent portion of the competition.  She sat down and said "I need to roll, Mommy."  So in front of God and everyone she proceeds to roll from side of the stage to the either.  Sure you are thinking that is not to bad, right?  Well you are right it would have not been a big deal HAD thier been a TALENT PORTION, but indeed there was not.  So here she is rolling all over the stage.  YES I am embarresed.  We just decided she was to young, to do it again at that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she was three, I let myself be talked into it again.  Well she was older and I thought for sure she would be able to handle it.  YEP, I was wrong.  Completely utterly undeniably WRONG!  She did not want to go out there she did not want to have her hair done and she did not want to change her clothes.  Yet again she comes in 1st runner up and wins the most photogenic and favorite.  True this time she does not roll on the ground, BUT she does insist she will not go on stage without lovie.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which leads me to the point I am trying to make, I am not doing this again!!!  Twice is enough for anyone.  So, there I was debating if I want to do this again.  I talked it over with her and she was still wanting to do it.  So we pull up a dress on the internet for us to start getting an idea of what she wants.  She takes one look at that pink dress and says "never mind the dress looks itchy."  I stand there with my mouth open and she then says "lets go get my hair cut."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after all that she doesn't want to and I hate to admit this but I am almost disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6550187254625924519?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6550187254625924519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6550187254625924519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6550187254625924519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6550187254625924519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-queen.html' title='A beauty Queen??'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4-1H77AKSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/djyTohq1wA4/s72-c/pinkdress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-6590056508786846600</id><published>2008-01-11T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:27:42.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to my DIVA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJRL7AKRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yyr7BKtjtjw/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154239226899867922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJRL7AKRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yyr7BKtjtjw/s320/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJP77AKQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ID72FAaw8Bs/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154239205425031426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJP77AKQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ID72FAaw8Bs/s320/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJOr7AKPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CqE4ziEO530/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154239183950194930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJOr7AKPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CqE4ziEO530/s320/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jan, 4th was my Diva's birthday.  She was excited.  She said she had been waiting forever to be 6!  So we had her a party at school on the 4th and one at home on the 5th.  She had a great time.  The cupcakes are from her party at school and the "6" cake is her party at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have ever read my bog from before you know that she asked for a venus flytrap for Christmas, well she got one for her b-day.  Now I have to keep it alive.  Anyone have any tips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all it was a good day both days for her party and according to her she had fantabulous time!  Her words not mine.  Her bedroom looks like a bomb went off in it and I think it will take me a least a month muck it out, now that Christmas and her b-day are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pay really well of anyone would like to join me in cleaning it!  NO takers huh?  Ok well if I get lost in there please send a search party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-6590056508786846600?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6590056508786846600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=6590056508786846600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6590056508786846600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/6590056508786846600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-my-diva.html' title='Happy birthday to my DIVA!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R4eJRL7AKRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yyr7BKtjtjw/s72-c/Christmas+and+Ali+b-day+party+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2365797590888695706</id><published>2008-01-10T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:18:31.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the new year</title><content type='html'>As I go into the New Year, there are several things that I want to point out that happened in the 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Diva started kindergarten, what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt; for me. Damn that meant I had a kid that was going to elementary school. What the hell I am young, not old enough for that. Then there is the whole "oh my GOD, I am turning 30" revelation. Yeah less than impressed with that. Had a great 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day party, though. GREAT, even for being 30. Have to do a shout out to Stacey and Robert... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... thanks for the jello shooters and the lemon drop, made my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day MUCH more bearable! On to Kevin, thank God he puts up with me and my craziness. He needs way more than a shout out, so if you see him give him a high five! God knows he needs one, for living with and that Diva. No one ever wonders why he drinks after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; meet the two of us... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I will have to give that some thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; on to some personal things for me and not my family...&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Dallas to meet up with my girlfriends, got my luggage lost, Ate some fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; food at 2am. Met my fabulous and dear friend Farrah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rochon&lt;/span&gt;! Shout out to Farrah, (&lt;strong&gt;BUY HER NEW BOOK RELEASE ME in JUNE 2008&lt;/strong&gt; -- I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shameless&lt;/span&gt; plug for my friend- but hey its my blog!) I loved my trip to Dallas... Laying on the piano in the bar (hey I always wanted to- it was there I had drank one, two or ten martinis), Running a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;red lights&lt;/span&gt;, sorry about that girls, I really did not see them. Homeless people with luggage was new to me as well. Ending the trip with a visit to Texas Stadium(small pause her for reverence.....................). I have to say it was one fabulous trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might point out that all the little "it" girls went crazy... Britney's shaved head (girl, no matter how much weight you lose and how cute your clothes are BALD is BAD!), Paris's (although as of yet I am still not sure what she has to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;contribute&lt;/span&gt; to humanity) stay in the slammer, Lindsey's drug charges (stick with red honey, you are not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;) and the list goes on and on. Sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other things like Colts win the Superbowl!! (Go COLTS!!!! Love me some Peyton Manning!) Then there is Barry Bonds; did he, didn't he use steroids. I have to say who cares (by the way I think baseball is nearly as boring as golf... sorry to offend all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; b-ball fans). Then there is Don Imus and the whole "nappy headed ho incident". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... seeing as how I know some nappy headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ho's&lt;/span&gt; and have occasionally been nappy headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, (though not a ho to my knowledge, regardless of what Jan says!!  OH and BTW I had no clue as to who he was... thats how important he was in my world...but I digress)I do not think that was nice of him. BUT it is a free country, so he is welcome to his opinion. But then I am also welcome to mine in thinking he is an IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2007 was interesting... what does 2008 hold? I guess we will have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2365797590888695706?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2365797590888695706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2365797590888695706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2365797590888695706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2365797590888695706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/into-new-year.html' title='Into the new year'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-5601412717939183441</id><published>2007-12-28T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:17:04.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R3URjt9AiFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mocUPJfPybI/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149041054296606802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R3URjt9AiFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mocUPJfPybI/s320/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see this game?  Yes my Diva got it for Christmas.  1st thing I want to say about it is, NEVER buy it for your child!  You will be playing it for hours on end and she will cheat.  And when I say that she will cheat I mean she will not let you bump her back to start, she will not let you skip her and lastly she does not like to wait until she rolls a one or a two before she can leave home.  So like I said it was almost two hours of her complaining that she thought I was cheating.  When I told her that I was just doing what the cards said do, she said "whatever, for all I know you are lying to me, I can't read I am only 5 ya know!"  Then she dumped the game over and said she was NEVER playing again!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that she also got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;, Operation, Trouble, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Piranha&lt;/span&gt; Panic, Connect 4 and Monopoly.  So, yes I have been playing board for days on end.  Just shoot me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-5601412717939183441?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5601412717939183441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=5601412717939183441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5601412717939183441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/5601412717939183441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-see-this-game-yes-my-diva-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R3URjt9AiFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mocUPJfPybI/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-363581993007396551</id><published>2007-12-14T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:25:29.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of my extended family Christmas:</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow my mothers family is coming over and well if you have ever heard this song; I want to let you know it was wrote about my family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got drunk and Dad got drunk at our Christmas party&lt;br /&gt;We were drinking champagne punch and homemade eggnog&lt;br /&gt;Little sister brought her new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;He was a Mexican&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to think of him until he sang&lt;br /&gt;Felis Navidad, Felis Navidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Ken brought his kids with him&lt;br /&gt;The three from his first wife Lynn&lt;br /&gt;And the two identical twins from his second wife Mary Nell&lt;br /&gt;Of course he brought his new wife Kay&lt;br /&gt;Who talks all about AA&lt;br /&gt;Chain smoking while the stereo plays Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;The First Noel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve the Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Turn the ball game on&lt;br /&gt;Mix margaritas when the eggnog's gone&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody to the Quickpak Store&lt;br /&gt;We need some ice and an extension chord&lt;br /&gt;A can of bean dip and some Diet Rites&lt;br /&gt;A box of tampons, Marlboro Lights&lt;br /&gt;Haleluja everybody say Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred and Rita drove from Harlingen&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how I'm kin to them&lt;br /&gt;But when they tried to plug their motor home in&lt;br /&gt;They blew our Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;Cousin David knew just what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;So we all waited out on our front lawn&lt;br /&gt;He threw a breaker and the lights came on&lt;br /&gt;And we sang Silent Night,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Silent Night, Oh Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve the turkey turn the ball game on&lt;br /&gt;Make Bloody Mary's&lt;br /&gt;Cause We All Want One!&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody to the Stop 'N Go&lt;br /&gt;We need some celery and a can of fake snow&lt;br /&gt;A bag of lemons and some Diet Sprites&lt;br /&gt;A box of tampons, some Salem LightsHaleluja,&lt;br /&gt;everybody say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from the Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Merry Christmas From the Family!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-363581993007396551?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/363581993007396551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=363581993007396551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/363581993007396551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/363581993007396551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-honor-of-my-extended-family.html' title='In honor of my extended family Christmas:'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2987389899010764983</id><published>2007-12-11T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:14:43.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R17gKMBuh8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KLefk-_HujQ/s1600-h/stupid+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142794290135467970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R17gKMBuh8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KLefk-_HujQ/s320/stupid+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see this bird?  Do you know that he talks?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SQUAWKERS McCAW the FURREAL FRIENDS Parrot takes interactive play one step further through highly innovative animatronics, voice recognition and programmable features. A remote control triggers pre-programmed voice commands and provides “shortcut buttons” to activate varied play modes which enable SQUAWKERS McCAW to respond by simply repeating words spoken to him, answering with pre-programmed commands, “teaching” the parrot to respond with programming voice commands or prompts, and responding with “humorous” and “playful” phrases to his pre-programmed phrases. And true to real Macaws, SQUAWKERS McCAW loves to dance! If music isn’t played, SQUAWKERS McCAW will play and dance to his own signature song.  Available now! &lt;br /&gt;Item #:77182&lt;br /&gt;Approx. Retail:$ 69.99&lt;br /&gt;Ages:5 &amp;amp; Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes he talks and does everything else known to man.  The diva has asked for one.  Yeah so not happening.  I mean she talks more than anyone on the face of the planet.  Do I really want something else for her to talk to.  Because believe me she would.  I can already hear it... Just the thought is making me crazy.  So she asked Santa for one of these... Well I told her not to get her hopes up that I was pretty sure the elves were out of feathers and that she probably would not get one.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can not have one more thing at my house to have a conversartion with.  I think I will go postal on someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2987389899010764983?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2987389899010764983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2987389899010764983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2987389899010764983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2987389899010764983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-see-this-bird-do-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/R17gKMBuh8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KLefk-_HujQ/s72-c/stupid+bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-3930434439614335631</id><published>2007-11-18T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:57:35.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Work People!!!</title><content type='html'>So... Yesterday, my best friend Jan I went shopping or well we tried.  She picked me up around 12:30 and we drove the 30 miles to Panama City Mall.  Well since we are known to enjoy eating more than most people, we opted to go the Red Lobster first; based solely on the fact that they have REALLY REALLY good cheese biscuits.  So an hour later we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;had spent&lt;/span&gt; $40.00 on lunch and we were much happier.  Seeing as how we were at the Mall we went on in.  We started in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; Penney's.  I was looking for my daughter some clothes to keep her warm as we are having a small cool spell, it has been around 68 to 70 degrees.  To her that is freezing!  Anyway after we waded through the crap and went to the boys department and bought her 2 shirts from there.  At no point is my five year old wearing a pair of pants on her ass that say "naughty" not now not ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept looking and found a god-awful denim jumpsuit.  Yes your eyes are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt;, you just read DENIM JUMPSUIT.  We found grown folks jelly shoes.  If you are a size 9 and out of elementary school, like me there is never a point when you should have a jelly shoe on your foot, EVER!  Then the rest was just PLAIN ugly.  Not a little UGLY, I am talking horrendously UGLY, like take my eyeballs out and dunk them in Clorox bleach UGLY.  I am not even going to bring up the terrible make my ears bleed, flute music they were playing in the Dillards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I might have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;understood&lt;/span&gt; a few ugly things but I felt like I was at the UGLY mall.  I just knew candid camera was following me.  And you know it was some ugly crap when I the queen of buying shoes, did not ever TRY a pair on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bravo channel you can watch Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gunns&lt;/span&gt; guide to style and he will tell you that a trench coat is one of the ten items you should have in your closet.  Living in the woods in Florida I have no occasion to wear one, so in turn I do not own one.  Well I hope that everyone that buys clothes from that mall, listens to Tim and buys a trench coat.  At least that way I will not be subjected to such ugly crap.  In the words of Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gunn&lt;/span&gt; "Make it Work People"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-3930434439614335631?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3930434439614335631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=3930434439614335631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3930434439614335631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/3930434439614335631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/11/make-it-work-people.html' title='Make It Work People!!!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2706017092716308</id><published>2007-11-12T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:35:53.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindlegs anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/Rzjw915OZYI/AAAAAAAAABU/NbPA1qriSJg/s1600-h/banjo+squirel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132116720618464642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/Rzjw915OZYI/AAAAAAAAABU/NbPA1qriSJg/s320/banjo+squirel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So… as you are all aware, I live in the DEEP South! Not that it is a problem mind you, it’s more of a fact of life. Not that I am saying that I want to live anywhere else, there are just things that take place here that would not happen many other places. Which brings me to the reason for my blog today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often are you sitting at the table and you hear someone complain that they wanted a hindleg not a frontleg, BUT I digress, let me start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the opening day of squirrel season. Now that may not mean much to you, but at my house its cause to celebrate. I know I know my red neck is peeking through. But anyway we are sitting at the table eating, (let me set the menu for you- fried- yes I said &lt;strong&gt;FRIED squirrel&lt;/strong&gt;, biscuits, syrup, pork roast, peas, creamed corn, turnip greens, cheesy taters, sweet taters, and some nasty macaroni salad ok maybe not nasty but I do not like it). Like I was saying we are eating and one of the guys on his third plate hands it to his wife who happens to be standing at the time. Well he fails to mention that he wants more and she throws his plate away. After he closes his mouth due to outrage, you know he wanted more it was not like he was done or anything, hell he was just catching his second wind. She gives him that look, &lt;em&gt;yeah you know the look,&lt;/em&gt; she tells him that she was putting him on a diet. Well I will tell you right now, he just didn’t take kindly to that at all. Finally, she asks what he would like and he says “A few hindlegs, some of that sugar free stuff and the red dessert you made.” She hands him his plate he looks down at it and he says “I told you I wanted HINDlegs not frontlegs!” The sad part is that everyone knew exactly what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Small disclaimer, I have not and will not at any point ingest any part of a squirrel, my family however it does not seem to bother them to eat tree rat. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bless my heart that is the world I live in. I am not saying it is a bad place I am just saying that it is my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2706017092716308?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2706017092716308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2706017092716308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2706017092716308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2706017092716308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/11/hindlegs-anyone.html' title='Hindlegs anyone?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/Rzjw915OZYI/AAAAAAAAABU/NbPA1qriSJg/s72-c/banjo+squirel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-7598272861432164596</id><published>2007-10-24T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:20:14.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat tire, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/Rx9uMTyfp0I/AAAAAAAAABE/5r1td9IDMQE/s1600-h/flat-tire-~-1777538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124936058720462658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/Rx9uMTyfp0I/AAAAAAAAABE/5r1td9IDMQE/s320/flat-tire-~-1777538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I wanted today to be a better day, I was not counting on having a flat tire! &lt;br /&gt;Less than impressed with having one.  My hubby asks "&lt;strong&gt;how did you get a flat tire&lt;/strong&gt;?"  Me- "&lt;strong&gt;umm I ran over something&lt;/strong&gt;?" HIM- "&lt;strong&gt;what did you run over&lt;/strong&gt;?"  I shake my head and say "&lt;strong&gt;well if I knew what it was I would have avoided it&lt;/strong&gt;." Sheesh!!  For crying out loud, if he was not so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the tire store and of course it could not be patched it had to be replaced!  So now I am $&lt;strong&gt;92.00&lt;/strong&gt; in the hole.  It sucks bad!  There goes that really cute new pair of shoes that I had planned on sneaking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that old saying that "what else could go wrong?"  yah I am not saying that at all, cause looking at my luck it will get worse.  Way worse.  Now I am counting down the minutes to lunch time because I am starving!  Starving!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-7598272861432164596?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7598272861432164596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=7598272861432164596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7598272861432164596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7598272861432164596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/flat-tire-anyone.html' title='Flat tire, anyone?'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/Rx9uMTyfp0I/AAAAAAAAABE/5r1td9IDMQE/s72-c/flat-tire-~-1777538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-8810445324775786937</id><published>2007-10-23T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:14:38.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain GO AWAY!</title><content type='html'>Ok do you remember that song as a child?  The rain is driving me crazy!  I mean I live in the Sunshine State, for crying out loud.  I am sick of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to better topics to discuss.  Well maybe not better just different.  I have decided every day is an adventure when you are the mother of a five year old diva.  Finally Sunday we decided to carve those pumpkins we bought the night of the monsoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal, you would think, yeah you would be wrong.  Together the diva and I decide that it would be a normal face, you know triangles for eyes and nose and a mouth with teeth.  Pretty normal, well until I got it open and asked the Diva to help me scoop the “innards” out.  She immediately screams I am not touching that it’s gross!!!  Well here comes the dog.  He begins to bark and runs over to where I have scooped out the inside and takes a big bite.  Then he runs off for a moment.  Meanwhile there is someone at the front gate that is trying to get me to change my religion asking me if my parents are home. Oh and I did I mention that the dog came back and barfed up the pumpkin that he ate, next to the front door.  Then my husband comes out of the back yard and asks if he can help.  My first thought is who to kill first and where do I hide the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I managed to get all of that settled.  7:30 rolls around (my favorite time of day – the diva goes to bed and I go get a nice relaxing bath!).  That was the plan anyway.  My husband also known as the human stain on the sofa decides we need to fold laundry.  My point is that laundry has been there since Friday and has not bothered a soul, does he really think that it is now going to bother me.  I gave him that look, apparently he gets the idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been for the wine and culinary festival Sunday would have sucked.  But hey it was not all bad where else do they serve mimosa’s for three hours and you make your husband drive home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-8810445324775786937?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8810445324775786937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=8810445324775786937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8810445324775786937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/8810445324775786937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain GO AWAY!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-7694144362888142322</id><published>2007-10-18T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:30:07.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A monsoon, a pumpkin, and a pitchfork... oh my!</title><content type='html'>Ok today was a freaking monsoon.  Yes I know I live in Florida and we have hurricanes but I like the word monsoon better.  Now I know most people would stay home in a monsoon and I am normally one of those, but I had to go to the Wal-Mart.  It was a trip that no matter how hard I tried to delegate it, the hubby completely refused.  Now you may be curious as to why I would trek out in the middle of a monsoon.  A PUMPKIN, that’s why, a stupid damn pumpkin.  Well all week I tried to buy my Diva a pumpkin for school- by the way what happened to bringing candy corn.  I mean it’s easy to find and whole lighter to carry, especially in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Diva and I are in the Wal-Mart and she decides she needs to go ahead and get her Halloween costume.  Ok that’s works for me.  However she has decided that she wants to be a skelton.  At this point I am like you know, whatever makes you happy I could care less.  Yah, we can not find a skeleton costume anywhere.  We searched everywhere.  Nothing, plenty of fairies, plenty of witches, but not a single solitary skeleton to be found in the Wal-Mart.  Well after much crying and threatening we finally decide that being a devil demon is just as good as being a skeleton.  So we picked out the costume and she informed me that she needed a pitchfork.  I tried to argue her down, but it was nearly 7pm and I was tired of it so yes we came home with a pitchfork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it's nearly 10pm and yes the monsoon is still with me.  I suppose I will take a canoe to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-7694144362888142322?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7694144362888142322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=7694144362888142322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7694144362888142322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/7694144362888142322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/monsoon-pumpkin-and-pitchfork-oh-my.html' title='A monsoon, a pumpkin, and a pitchfork... oh my!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-2904568855723617132</id><published>2007-10-16T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:54:14.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/RxVdBzyfpxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mpirqxtgzYk/s1600-h/venus+flytrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122102436867057426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/RxVdBzyfpxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mpirqxtgzYk/s320/venus+flytrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… on the way to school this morning my Diva decided it was time to make out her Santa list. Yes just what I wanted to hear, I mean for crying out loud I barely have last years paid off and yet here we are time to go again. Well I tell her I am game lets hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind she is 5!&lt;br /&gt;Well number one is an Iphone.” I told her no. She then whines, “But Mom I need a phone I may need to call someone. I shake my head and say “Any time you are with someone they have a phone you are fine.” More whining, “But Mom what about calling my friends?” “You are 5; none of your friends have a phone either. Get over it, next item!”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I want an IPOD.” I shake my head. She has been asking for an IPOD since she was 3. Santa may actually bring her one this year. She keeps talking… “and a gameboy advance, and a PSP (by the way I have no idea what a PSP is…) and piranha panic, a chia pet.” I stop and her and say “what?” She gives me that ‘you are a moron look’ and says “You know that little plant that grows and then you can cut it off yeah I need one of those.” I continue to drive to school, in the rain and listen. “oh and last I want a Venus Flytrap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here I nearly wreck the car cause my 5 year old has asked for a Venus flytrap. I of course ask “Did you just say a Venus Flytrap?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah Mom, you know that plant that eats flies? I need one of them.”&lt;br /&gt;Finally we pull up that school and I say “Why do you want one.”&lt;br /&gt;She sighs really loud and says “Well you know sometimes I get a fly in my room and it can eat it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then gets out and grabs her backpack and waits for me to walk her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so these are my thoughts, what 5 year old needs a Venus Flytrap? I mean come on. A Venus flytrap, I know she is crazy but this is a little too far for even her. I ain’t buying my five year a carnivorous plant for Christmas, not no way, not no how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-2904568855723617132?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2904568855723617132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=2904568855723617132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2904568855723617132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/2904568855723617132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is…'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/RxVdBzyfpxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mpirqxtgzYk/s72-c/venus+flytrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758622817220896945.post-1356124683127049894</id><published>2007-10-15T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:19:41.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the other kids are doing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/RxPZTDyfpwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M2pbWBPjIk4/s1600-h/ali+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121676122708223746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/RxPZTDyfpwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M2pbWBPjIk4/s320/ali+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I thought I would start out with a story about my little diva! She has quite an imagination. One of the many things other than work, husband, child, on and on that takes up my time is Daisies, otherwise known as the pee-wee version of Girl Scouts. My 5 year old &lt;em&gt;(who will tell you in a hot minute she is 5.5)&lt;/em&gt; is yes a Daisy. So in addition to learning her ABC’s and 123’s in kindergarten she has to learn the Girl Scout motto. She is less than interested. She has some of it down but not all of it. So… we are at the Daisy meeting and they go over the motto with the new girls and then they start learning this new song and dance. It’s about a beaver (what a beaver has to do with being a girl scout I have no clue- but I digress) the leader is teaching it to them, while I try to get in some last minute work. Looking up I notice my little Diva is not only not trying to learn the song and dance; she is standing there with this look of horror on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The leader:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“What is wrong?” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Diva:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“I am not doing that.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The leader:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Why not, its fun.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me -- At this point I chime in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Yes, honey you should do it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Diva -- wrinkles up her nose and says&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“There is no way that I am going to do that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The leader:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“why not, I am.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Diva:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“yah and you look RIDICULOUS!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Leader – standing with her mouth open probably trying to figure out how she can smack my diva around with out ticking me off (not sure on that but I did see that look on her face – you know the one my family refers to as that pissy look I get sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;Me – trying to keep a straight face:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Sweetie all the other kids are doing it”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My diva – who gives an exasperated sigh, says&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Yah but Mom you said just because all the other kids jump off a bridge doesn’t mean I should!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Damn she’s got me there&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say she did not participate in the beaver song and dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758622817220896945-1356124683127049894?l=princess-kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1356124683127049894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758622817220896945&amp;postID=1356124683127049894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1356124683127049894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758622817220896945/posts/default/1356124683127049894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-kelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-other-kids-are-doing-it.html' title='All the other kids are doing it!'/><author><name>Kelli Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373884609728018032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbFvMhFWxs/TsG27Vp1rXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Mrjtb5iaxf8/s220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex0UKFnBxhE/RxPZTDyfpwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M2pbWBPjIk4/s72-c/ali+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
