<?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-855438010431001483</id><updated>2011-12-31T08:28:49.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TURTLES THREE</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit about me and my family. Enjoying life, family and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1525668815712505366</id><published>2010-10-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:04:13.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a trying 4 months</title><content type='html'>I have been sad and hurt for the past 4 months. Back in the middle of July, the greatest father to my husband passed away suddenly from a massive heart attack while out on a hike with 20 friends. It still hurts that he's not here and enjoying things with us. Well, he is here, but not physically. Our son is suffering tremendously and everyday asks if he Papa is coming home soon. He is understanding more and more everyday that we will not see Papa again until we get to heaven but he doesn't like it. Actually his words are "It's not fair". I whole heartedly agree son. My heart aches everyday for not getting to see him anymore. He was fabulous. When I married Eugene, all he ever wanted was for me to call him Dad. So I did. I am glad I honored his wish a long time ago. He was 66 and in fabulous shape. He was just starting to be a red belt in tae kwon do and exercised everyday, or hiked everyday, or would go walking in the wood with Linus. I would call him at least once a day to just chit chat and ask dumb questions just to talk to him. I am so honoed to have known and loved him. I have been married to Eugene for 12 1/2 years but I have known his family since I was 13. I always called him Mr. B. It was a slight challenge to call him Gene at first but then Dad felt much better and more respectful. &lt;div&gt;The most wonderful Husband, Dad, Papa, and Father in Law left this world on July 17, 2010. At his funeral, he packed out the church with over 400 attendees. I was in awe and I was honored to know such a man that touched so many people that had deep respect for him. There truly wasn't a dry eye in the church. Linus included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, I will see you again. I love you and thank you for making such an impact on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1525668815712505366?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1525668815712505366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1525668815712505366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1525668815712505366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1525668815712505366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-trying-4-months.html' title='It&apos;s been a trying 4 months'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3546652023007587267</id><published>2010-06-18T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:13:44.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Situations</title><content type='html'>How do you handle stress? Do you freeze and try to ignore it? Do you yell and scream with no good outcome? Or do you, like me, work through it? We all have stress. I own my own business and I am the sole person to do all the work, all the cleaning, all the organizing, the bill paying etc. Plus when I go home at night, I am the only person who does laundry. I do not let my husband touch that area as I do not know what my clothes would look like it he did them. ( : He is a wonderful house cleaner and organizer. I am blessed to have his help at home. Just this morning, I was informed that my husband is without any under garments for work. I found one pair in the clothes hamper from the weekend but that was it. I must tackle the pile when I get home tonight. I do hate putting clothes away but I love, sorting, washing, dryer, and folding laundry. Makes me smile. My all time favorite thing is when I wash sheets and blankets and put them outside on the line. Makes for fresher smelling bedding.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, with working 9-5:30 every monday thru friday, and 9-1 on saturday, makes for long weeks. Plus when I get home, the last thing I want to have to do is clean and take care of my own home. I do do it but with help from my husband and our son. We all have our jobs to do to make our home run smoother and less stressful if we all help out. Linus does the vacuuming, feeding the pets, helping put the dishes away, he puts all clothing in the laundry shoot, and he maintains his own bedroom. Yes, I make my 5 year old keep a clean room. And he loves to vacuum as long as he can wear earmuffs as he hates loud noises. ( I do go behind him and make sure its vacuumed correctly but he does do a good job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is stressful at times but it is all about how we handle it. When I get to stressed, I just sit down, count to 10 and begin praying for strength to overcome the hurdle. I do forget sometimes that God is in control and He knows everything we are about to endure. There are times when I fail completely with handling my stress that I just take it to God and ask him for help. He is always waiting for us to ask for His help. He is ALWAYS willing to help with a smile on His face.&lt;br /&gt;I am just now realizing that I can not do it all without Him. It does make me smile to know that He is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ask him to help you with your stress in life? I am positive He will be glad to carry the burden for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3546652023007587267?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3546652023007587267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3546652023007587267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3546652023007587267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3546652023007587267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2010/06/stressful-situations.html' title='Stressful Situations'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7055811160303010366</id><published>2010-06-10T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:53:41.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity</title><content type='html'>I think we all "suffer" from insanity at times but I think its all normal. I will be first to raise my hand and say that my job can drive me batty and other times, I can be bored. Same as being a Mother. I love my title. Mom. I love picking Linus up from Mema's house everyday and he running to me yelling Mom. Makes me forget that earlier in the morning he was whining about which shirt he wanted to wear and then changed his mind after I already took it out of the closet. That drive me nuts. But I think sanity moments and insanity moments are all ok. Shows me that we are all human and we are far from perfect. I strive to be more like Christ and to learn to control my emotions and thoughts but I can't without His help. I do fail without Him. We are all human and we learn as we go alot of the times but we also as adults do know right from wrong. But how does a sane person think its ok to drive his/her car into a restaurant in hopes to die but not think of the people he/she may hurt. I do not understand that at all. I guess I don't have to as I am not the judge. Life. Choose to be level headed or to not care but don't sit on the fence wondering which side to be on. The choice is yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7055811160303010366?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7055811160303010366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7055811160303010366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7055811160303010366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7055811160303010366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2010/06/sanity.html' title='Sanity'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-500122938736349283</id><published>2010-01-12T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:32:01.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce you to the people/animals in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the love of my life Eugene. We have been together for almost 13 years and married for 11 1/2. We met when we were 13 at our church. We never really hung out together much but he was always ready and willing to help me whenever I needed a hand. A first major clue that he thought of me for more than just a friend. We've had bumps in our marriage and alot of other things but we always come home to each other after a long day at work and just relax and talk about our day. I find nothing more comforting than knowing that he will be home every night at 6pm. Well, unless he has to travel for work which doesn't happen very often. We got married at the young ages of 19 and 20. My parents haven't really said if they didn't approve of us getting married so young. His mom did. But she has come around and totally loves her latest title. Mema. Eugene and I were going to wait until as he said "perfect timing" before we had children but God had other plans. Oh how I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person in my home is the sweetest and most genuine boy ever. My son Linus Alexander Euclid. He loves to make us proud and strives for that everyday. He makes me proud everyday because I was chosen to be his mom. Sometimes I don't believe I deserve to be but God knew what he was doing when I was given Linus. I was given a child to love, hold, cherish, sing with and give eskimo kisses to. Oh how I love to watch him grow. He has recently shown a huge love for ANYTHING Godzilla. Oh how we love to watch him use his imagination as he plays with his Godzilla toys. I could watch him for hours. Of course, sometimes he asks Daddy to play and to watch my boys on the floor playing in priceless. He likes to ski, run, do TaeKwonDo, and chase our cat Esther around. Oh how he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our furry family members are Guinness the airedale terrier mix and Esther the calico cat. Guinness was 8 months old when she came to live with us and she was a ball of energy. She spent one night in a kennel and since then, she has slept with us or with Linus. She was the first animal I was given and she was free. She has been the best dog since. She goes to work with me everyday and protects me. Well, she would if she could get up off the floor fast enough as she takes long hard naps here. But just knowing she's here makes me feel better. Esther was 7 weeks old when I brought her home. Our Pastor's wife found her pregnant momma at our church and couldn't leave her. Now, honestly, her mom was not the prettiest cat in my eyes but others thought she was beautiful. I kept telling Eugene I wanted a cat since I wasn't allowed to have any cats growing up ( by the way, a few years after I left home, my parents got not 1 but 2 cats). I went and checked out the kittens she had and she had a 4 different colored ones. I thought that was cool. The smallest one was the one I wanted. She was grey. Then she had a calico which my mom wanted. She also had a black male and an orange male. The day I went over to pick her up, Lois stopped me at the door and said "I think I made a mistake". I went in the house and she only had two kittens left. The black male and the calico with a huge orange spot on her head. It took me a few minutes to decide if I wanted that girl or if I was going to take a male even though I didn't want a male. I left a few minutes later with Esther Ruth. The best decision of the day. Got home and Guinness thought she was a toy until she squeaked. Those 2 have been good friends since and it's rarely we find those 2 apart at home. They always cuddle on our bed and lay there for hours.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew having animals was so much fun. They made not having a baby right away a little easier. It was a good thing because I was so over protective of those two. I didn't want to leave them in the house alone for I thought they would've died without me there. Surely I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are almost 12 years of marriage later and our lives are full. Full of fantastic friends, steady jobs and each other. Some days we'd rather just run away but reality hits and we stay home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-500122938736349283?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/500122938736349283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=500122938736349283' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/500122938736349283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/500122938736349283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2010/01/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8021435574182906180</id><published>2009-07-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:45:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I hope your weekend is fantastic and the weather is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/_/_/fireworks.jpg" src="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/_/_/fireworks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8021435574182906180?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8021435574182906180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8021435574182906180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8021435574182906180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8021435574182906180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-405642277720290160</id><published>2009-05-05T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:41:52.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's been overa month since I posted last. Alot has gone on but obviously  not enough time to blog. Last month, my son turned 4. He had a fantastic birthday party. Pirate themed. All the kids had fun. I love parties for kids. Well, I shouldn't say that. I do like parties for big people too but watching the kids faces is so much more fun. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been steady. Not overloaded or dead. I have been liking the fact that my adopted sister June came in and helped me clean out the office. Haven't done that..ever. We bought this place in 2002 and never went through it. June sure did and we threw out alot more bags than I care to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene and I are enjoying this warm weather we have been having. Nothing like having 2 happy parents. ( :  Linus pulled out his jumpoline the other day and he jumped in it for, no lie, like 10 minutes and said he was done. I was not about to let the air out of it right away so I rolled it into the living room and left it there until last night when I couldn't stand not being able to get to the tv so I removed the air and put it away. I wish we had a fenced in play yard for Linus but no such luck yet. It's very windy in our neighborhood so leaving the blown up jump-o-lene out just isn't the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the winds of change are happening in our family right now but I will have to blog about that at a later date. And no, we are not planning on having another child right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and enjoy the fresh air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-405642277720290160?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/405642277720290160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=405642277720290160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/405642277720290160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/405642277720290160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-where-have-i-been.html' title='Well, where have I been?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1638668410833070886</id><published>2009-03-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:32:04.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Stellan!</title><content type='html'>mycharmingkids.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for Stellan! And his family too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1638668410833070886?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1638668410833070886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1638668410833070886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1638668410833070886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1638668410833070886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/03/pray-for-stellan.html' title='Pray for Stellan!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1325749351050348473</id><published>2009-02-23T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:05:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>One week from today, I am officially on vacation for a week. I can't wait. I so need one too. I've been stressed for too long and sick. I had a double ear infection with sharp stabbing like pain. I went to the doctors 3 times in a week. Finally, I feel able to work and get something done. I go back to him in 3 days for a recheck before my vacation. I need to be free and clear of pain before I leave. I am so excited. My in laws, brother in law, friend Lisa and my favorite son are leaving this town for a week of playing in the son and enjoying being away from all the white stuff that keeps coming down. The sun is actually shining out today but who knows for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post had a huge subject that I talked about but when I pushed publish, the post disappeared and I didn't feel like typing it all again. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get back to work and finish out my last week of work before vacation. Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1325749351050348473?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1325749351050348473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1325749351050348473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1325749351050348473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1325749351050348473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6974284081289593318</id><published>2009-02-10T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:05:35.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6974284081289593318?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6974284081289593318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6974284081289593318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6974284081289593318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6974284081289593318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2587791334496400781</id><published>2009-01-22T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:40:39.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far</title><content type='html'>So far, this has been an awesome year for me. My business has been so crazy lately that I wonder what I am going to do with myself sometimes. God surely does answer prayer. With the way our ecenomy has been, I was wondering what tomorrow will bring for my business. Well, God has never let me down and He still proves to me that He is in control. Me, being stubborn like I am, needed someone to tell me how things were going to turn out. God has shown me and He continues to show me eveyday. So far, this year He has brought in so much work that I usually get all this work in a 6 month frame. Not this year. It's a new year with new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to remember to sit down and let God be my provider and everything will be A-OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout it from the rooftops that God is in Control!  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2587791334496400781?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2587791334496400781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2587791334496400781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2587791334496400781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2587791334496400781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far.html' title='So Far'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8106192564207191901</id><published>2009-01-21T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:44:32.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I love dreams. I actually love them when it involves something I desire badly. Last night I had a dream that Eugene and I had another baby. A sweet, innocent baby boy. I just couldn't hold him enough. The dream came to an abrupt end when Eugene told me to get up, Linus was up and rearranging stuff in the house. Not good. Linus must have heard daddy telling me what he was doing and he came running and jumped in our bed to cuddle for a quick moment. I looked at Linus and said, "I just had a great dream. I dreamed we had another baby and it was a boy".  In all seriousness, Linus looked at me and said, "that must have been a bad dream huh momma"? I couldn't help but giggle. He would like a sibling but one that is already his age so they can play together but not with his stuff as he doesn't like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joys of children. You never know what they will say and do next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8106192564207191901?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8106192564207191901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8106192564207191901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8106192564207191901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8106192564207191901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7039698199179120867</id><published>2009-01-14T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:02:30.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word</title><content type='html'>My one word for this new year is:  Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn patience with my husband and my dear son. This is a new year with new dreams and hopes. This year, I also choose Patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7039698199179120867?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7039698199179120867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7039698199179120867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7039698199179120867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7039698199179120867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-word.html' title='One word'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8159757165525620141</id><published>2009-01-06T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:56:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>I have a serious question to ask. What do you think of the name Jovie for a girl? No, I'm not pregnant, but am thinking of naming my next child, if it's a girl, Jovie. I love different names. I also like Lilith but there are already to many Lily's.  Seriously, if I have another boy I have to name him Atticus Sebastian. I love that name. I keep saying it over and over and over. Hey, I know, twins. That's  what I need. Then I can have 2 more awesome named kids. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry. back to reality. That's what happens when your at work and kind go into lala land.&lt;br /&gt;I really do want another baby. I asked my husband last night for a girl. His eyes were huge when he looked at me. I can see it now. One of each for his parents to spoil. Besides, I sooooo want to make dresses. I like shopping for girly clothes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, are you ready this. Can you tell what I want for Valentines Day, Easter, Our Anniversary, 4th of July. Whichever holiday works for you. (hint,hint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8159757165525620141?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8159757165525620141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8159757165525620141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8159757165525620141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8159757165525620141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2708137671288968032</id><published>2009-01-05T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:07:48.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-L-O-R-I-D-A, here I come</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's right, I'm finally getting a vacation after 7  years and I'm going to Florida. My favorite brother-in-law, actually my only but still my favorite, is going for his 3rd degree black belt in TaeKwonDo. He's very excited. And his parents are going with him and they were telling Linus about going. Huge mistake. He kept asking if he could go to Florida too. They can't tell him no. So, they asked if the 3 of us want to join. Eugene hasn't decided but I sure have. After not having a real vacation in 7 years, I'm going. I can't wait to sit by the pool, swim and enjoy my son all by myself. They have class for the last 2 1/2 days we are there, so Linus and I will do alot of sight seeing. If Eugene decides not to go, my mom will join us. I have never been to Florida in my 30 + 1 years of life. I can't wait to smell the ocean. I plain and simply can't wait to relax for 1 week and not have to worry about home, work or anything else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can March come any quicker? Yes, but I don't want to rush things. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2708137671288968032?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2708137671288968032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2708137671288968032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2708137671288968032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2708137671288968032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2009/01/f-l-o-r-i-d-here-i-come.html' title='F-L-O-R-I-D-A, here I come'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1207534379051195751</id><published>2008-12-30T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:36:14.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I know that 2009 will be a very awesome year for me and my family. . I pray the same for you and yours  as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1207534379051195751?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1207534379051195751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1207534379051195751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1207534379051195751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1207534379051195751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5027377404703813101</id><published>2008-12-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:59:08.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days</title><content type='html'>2 Days til Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you ready? I sure am. I love this season. I love giving gifts. Just ask my friend Tiff at 4under3.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5027377404703813101?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5027377404703813101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5027377404703813101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5027377404703813101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5027377404703813101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-days.html' title='2 Days'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-522199150253189796</id><published>2008-12-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:23:43.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>9 is the number of days until Christmas day. woohoo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bad my husband isn't home to woot with me tonight. He is in Washington State until Friday ) :&lt;br /&gt;I hate with he's gone. Makes home quieter. Well, unless you don't count Linus jumping off the couch 100 times yelling, SAFE!! Goofy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Merry &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-522199150253189796?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/522199150253189796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=522199150253189796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/522199150253189796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/522199150253189796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/12/9.html' title='9'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5762803487378802353</id><published>2008-12-02T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:34:54.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>would anyone like a Christmas card from me this year? I have plenty left to mail out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5762803487378802353?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5762803487378802353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5762803487378802353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5762803487378802353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5762803487378802353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1684141117948386360</id><published>2008-11-24T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:19:27.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I really don't have much to say... so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to be thankful for the ones you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1684141117948386360?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1684141117948386360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1684141117948386360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1684141117948386360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1684141117948386360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1793342219416971613</id><published>2008-11-17T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:11:23.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time</title><content type='html'>Christmas is right around the corner. Just look at my side bar and check out the ticker. I am so geeked about Christmas I could just....just.... um....squeal like a piglet. I love Christmas. It's my all time favorite holiday. I try to sleep in, spend the entire day with Eugene and Linus. Eat all the junk I want. Eat turkey for dinner ( yum.....turkey). And the best part, looking at my loved ones faces as they open the gifts I have chosen for them. 98 % of the time, it's a happy expression. The other 2%, it's a oh great I needed that expression ( usually for socks and underwear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I just can't hide it. I'm about to loose control and I think I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1793342219416971613?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1793342219416971613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1793342219416971613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1793342219416971613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1793342219416971613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5823797857708047158</id><published>2008-11-14T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:20:01.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest time</title><content type='html'>Can anyone, anyone at all name some of the jobs I have had since I was 15 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5823797857708047158?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5823797857708047158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5823797857708047158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5823797857708047158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5823797857708047158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/11/contest-time.html' title='Contest time'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-544076005207074396</id><published>2008-11-13T14:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:27:59.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess no one wants a Christmas card from me so I will just scratch that idea.&lt;br /&gt;How about a game. And the winner will be a sweet prize from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in tomorrow to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-544076005207074396?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/544076005207074396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=544076005207074396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/544076005207074396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/544076005207074396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/11/huh.html' title='Huh'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-420792527289232943</id><published>2008-11-07T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:49:06.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>I must admit, I love sending Christmas cards out. And you won't ever find me leaving out the words Christ and putting a x in place. That is taking Christ out of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I feel like sending everyone who reads this blog a card. Just send your snail mail address to me and I will get a card out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little early but, Merry Christmas. Jesus is the reason for the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-420792527289232943?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/420792527289232943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=420792527289232943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/420792527289232943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/420792527289232943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/11/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8951967175755806407</id><published>2008-11-07T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:51:39.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiiiiii</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got home from my seasonal job at around 8pm. I walked in the door and Eugene told Linus to tell me what he was doing. I was a little confused at first but them I looked at the tv and noticed something different. Linus answered, I playing tennis Mom. huh? I thought. Then Eugene said, Merry Christmas honey. He bought me (us) a Wii and the Wii fit exercise program. I was so excited. I still am. We were up until after 11pm playing and I can't wait to get home today to play more. Tennis, bowling, boxing, baseball. All of it is so much fun to do. Well, except for hula-hooping. I stink at that. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiiiii, they are so much fun, they just make you wanna jump jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8951967175755806407?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8951967175755806407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8951967175755806407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8951967175755806407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8951967175755806407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/11/wiiiiii.html' title='Wiiiiii'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7759239032352320066</id><published>2008-10-30T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:04:38.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, MCK Mama had her 4th babe. And while the doctors told her and her family that Stellan might not live, she continued to pray and seek God's face. Stellan is completely healthy, beautiful and the sweetest babe. Praise you God for bringing Stellan here safely. May we always remember that you were in control from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out his picture at mycharmingkids.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7759239032352320066?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7759239032352320066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7759239032352320066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7759239032352320066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7759239032352320066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-4659331785961573512</id><published>2008-10-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:07:02.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me</title><content type='html'>Part...um.... I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spill an entire glass of mountain dew on my mother in law while at lunch yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spend my saturday in a car with my husband, father in law and son just to go visit Linus' great grandmothers. He had a blast and entertained everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have a break down on friday night and I ended up missing Linus' whole tae kwon do class. I was on the phone with Eugene. Hopefully the "winds of change" will hit our home soon. No more babies ........ yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I did not get all excited to go to the nursery yesterday. My first as co-director with Kim. A girl, I mean lady, I graduated with 13 years ago. She rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-4659331785961573512?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/4659331785961573512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=4659331785961573512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4659331785961573512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4659331785961573512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me_27.html' title='Not me'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3155942595402221982</id><published>2008-10-23T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:48:18.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>I just so happened to run into a guy I graduated with back in 1995. He looks the same. His voice is the same but things seemed different. Well, I could be that I haven't seen or talked to him since the last day of school over 13 years ago. He even decided to not attend the commencement ceremony. He ran in his last track race of the year. I can't even remember how he did and I didn't ask him either. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife was a fellow classmate too. They were together for years, split because of college and ran into each other after they returned here after the graduated and have been together since. That is the cutest thing. I recently joined Facebook and have "ran" into a bunch of fellow classmates that I didn't think I would ever hear their names again. I do "talk" to a few of them and I am still in awe of how many are still connected. I basically lost touch with everyone. I do receive a Christmas card from Sarah every year. I ran into Heidi during our festival last year. Brian T. even came in last deer hunting season. He is still handsome as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some that I think about very often and haven't figured out how to contact them. Isn't it strange that while you are in school, half won't talk to you because you are uncool. Then you run into them shortly after graduation, and suddenly they want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first moved to this town in 1988. Shortly after I lost my Grandmother to Breast Cancer which ended up spreading to her bones. I was in 6th grade. My new teacher was great but man oh man, the boy in the next row was so attractive that he almost made you forget where you were for a few moments. I still think of Gabe often. I do see his mom once in a while but can't bring myself to ask her where and how he is. hmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you remember most of high school? Was it a horrible experience or was it just a fact of life which you couldn't and can't ignore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3155942595402221982?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3155942595402221982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3155942595402221982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3155942595402221982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3155942595402221982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8064639185973207597</id><published>2008-10-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:04:16.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 things about me.......</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone? on my laser engraving machine&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? at work&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Claudia&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Al&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Smell of fresh cut grass&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? To be the best I can be for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? Work Office&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Sewing&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Dark, leaving Linus behind somewhere&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in six years? In a bigger house with my family&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? at home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you’re not? wasting time ( :&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? New Dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Michigan&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? Went and got a hot chocolate from 7-11&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? jeans and sweatshirt. Brrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? is old&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? Guinness (dog) &amp;amp; Esther (cat)&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? HP&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? excited. I an now the co-director at our church nursery. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Linus. He's with his Mema&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Jeep Grand Cherokee&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you’re not wearing? makeup&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Kohl's&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? short&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? Yes, alot&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Orange, Hunter Green&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? this morning&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? over a month ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Can you finish all 31 things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8064639185973207597?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8064639185973207597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8064639185973207597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8064639185973207597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8064639185973207597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/31-things-about-me.html' title='31 things about me.......'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1861047922039599874</id><published>2008-10-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:15:00.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me</title><content type='html'>Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not say to my mother in law that lunch without Linus was very peaceful. She laughed and agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat 3/4 cup on M&amp;amp;M's on saturday for "breakfast".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just talk to my cousin Kevin for almost 2 hours. He's a gabber like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell my husband that I am closed this saturday just so he will take me over to my Grandma's 80th birthday party. Kevin will be there. I haven't seen him in over 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to KFC for the lst time today for lunch. I start my diet again tomorrow. I have to . Who else is going to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1861047922039599874?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1861047922039599874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1861047922039599874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1861047922039599874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1861047922039599874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me.html' title='Not me'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6614272093690731861</id><published>2008-10-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:47:20.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Part 4</title><content type='html'>oh boy, here I go again.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go for a "wagon" ride courtesy of Eugene only to be dumped in old, stinky, disgusting mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get into an argument with a clerk at Walgreen's yesterday because they only had 2 packages of Halloween plates and I needed more for my Mother-in-Law's upcoming party. She actually told me to go to another Walgreen's. Oh man, my buttons were pushed, my blood was boiling but I did not tell her my thoughts. Errrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not forget to feed Linus dinner saturday night until 8pm. By them he was not so hungry he ate an entire pb and j sandwich and a half banana. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not volunteer to do nursery yesterday for the umpteenth time. I did it without complaining this time too. Woohoo for me. Except for the fact that I haven't heard a message in over 5 weeks not. Either I have been absent or have been in the nursery. Teaching the younger ones is very important. They are the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I did not schedule an appointment with a magistrate to fight a ticket. Only to get the letter this morning and I have to go befoere him on wednesday morning. Not much notice but o'well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6614272093690731861?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6614272093690731861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6614272093690731861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6614272093690731861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6614272093690731861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me-part-4.html' title='Not Me Part 4'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-9020577582882505798</id><published>2008-10-09T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:12:38.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be crazy</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is 3 days since I turned 30 + 1. I can't even believe it. I liked being 30 much better.&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for the fact that I only have one child and I desire 2. Things have been busy at home lately. We have been going from room to room cleaning out each room and throwing stuff away that we don't need or is useless to us. I like throwing things away. I didn't think I would but it makes me feel better when I can. The other day while cleaning Linus' room, I had him throw away 2 guitars that never worked and also a huge coloring book that was just wasting space and was hardly ever used. Now, If I can only convice myself that throwing my stuff away is a good thing. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy since last night I offered to take my best friends two older girl overnight within the next few weeks. I was over at her house last night and I watched as Linus and Abby and Taylor played. They had a blast. They ran from the kitchen to the living room as fast as they could just so they could come and knock me over on the couch. It was fun watching them. Except, now my arm hurts from all the punches. ( :&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they will have an entire evening to play and beat on me. Hopefully I remember to wear some extra clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-9020577582882505798?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/9020577582882505798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=9020577582882505798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/9020577582882505798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/9020577582882505798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='I must be crazy'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8714996975247584274</id><published>2008-10-07T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:43:06.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Part 3</title><content type='html'>Not me just one day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat 3 pieces of sugar free chocolate pie after dinner two nights ago. Linus asked for a second piece and then refused it. I couldn't let it go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat 2 donuts for breakfast yesterday for my birthday breakfast. Bad, Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat chips and cheese for lunch yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat three steak fajitas for dinner last night followed by a piece of peanut butter pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spend my birthday afternoon cleaning Linus' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not snort at dinner when I seen the gifts from Judy. She is such a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I did not pray for a snow/wind storm last night just so I could stay home just one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8714996975247584274?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8714996975247584274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8714996975247584274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8714996975247584274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8714996975247584274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me-part-3.html' title='Not Me Part 3'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3100445368885481573</id><published>2008-10-03T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:36:32.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I will be off until next Tuesday. Monday is my birthday, Happy Birthday to me, and I refuse to work that day so I will be home hanging with my Linus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3100445368885481573?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3100445368885481573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3100445368885481573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3100445368885481573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3100445368885481573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2667015251437089019</id><published>2008-09-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:57:01.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Proud Home of..." id="Image2_img" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SNHGVRDJGCI/AAAAAAAAC7A/hSU70vE9X5k/S150/NotMeMonday.jpg" height="107" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat dinner the other night at 10pm. I spent the majority of the afternoon helping my mother-in-law clean and we realized we didn't have dinner yet. It was almost 8:30 before we got started making yummy pizza. My son was the first to get served. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat 2 cupcakes after my 10pm dinner. Nope, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get mad at Eugene and Linus for arguing like crazy the other night that I decided to tear my room apart at 9pm and finish with the bed only at 10:30pm. My room still looks bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not "steal" gum from my best friends 13 year old sister. I did not. But I do plan on getting her more. I had bad breath yesterday at church and thought gum would be better than offending anyone. Good choice, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get home yesterday from another long day helping my mother-in-law to enjoy some more cleaning and sorting of stuff. My husband was at our house organizing. He's really good at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note, Please keep my friend George in prayer. He is actually my parents friend but he's mine as well. I called him today to find out why I haven't seen him here at my office to get the item he ordered from me. He just got out the hospital and was diagnosed with an imflamed aorta. He's late 60's and needs our prayers.  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2667015251437089019?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2667015251437089019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2667015251437089019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2667015251437089019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2667015251437089019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-me-part-2.html' title='Not Me Part 2'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SNHGVRDJGCI/AAAAAAAAC7A/hSU70vE9X5k/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7781367710073684999</id><published>2008-09-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:54:34.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I am not a huge fan of halloween. I do not like the costumes people wear.  Some of it actually scares Linus.  The only ones that don't even phase him are pirate ones. And, again this year, he will be a pirate. For his 3rd year in a row. He choose a different one all the time but always sticks with Pirates. My mom made him his outfit and he still fits in it. Actually, he needs new pants this year but thats it.&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest, my favorite part is the C-A-N-D-Y. Bad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next weekend, our county park is again hosting their Holloween weekend camping party. We always have a blast and would rather it lasted even longer. They have activites for the kids to do all weekend. Hay rides, cider, coffee, hot chocolate and donuts for breakfast, scavenger hunts, pumpkin pickin', face painting, scary stories and last year they had a haunted forest but they will not have it this year because of others ruining it for all of us. Between the 3 camp sites, there are about 15 people total in our group. We have a blast, stay up late eating all the time, chasing kids, and overall, relaxing with friends and family. My kind of weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that we can savor this time with friends and family and truly enjoy ourselves. Oh yeah, all the candy too. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7781367710073684999?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7781367710073684999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7781367710073684999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7781367710073684999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7781367710073684999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5148761426702997595</id><published>2008-09-23T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:03:56.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a bad mother</title><content type='html'>Oh, not to linus but to my cat.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, a couple of hours after I go to bed, she decides to jump up and down on my dresser to get me to get up and feed her fat belly. I have lately just been locking her out of my room. Mean, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night, she was just being a totally different cat. She wasn't bugging me. Even though a couple of times I could here her scratching what I thought was my hope chest. At 6:30 this morning, Eugene work me up while getting his clothes ready for the bathroom. I got up and still could hear Esther scratching and very faintly meowing. I kept moving closer and closer to my dresser. I heard her more everytime I took a step. I leaned into the dresser and thought, oh my goodness, she's in there. Sure enough, she was in my t-shirt/sweatpants drawer. I opened the drawer and she couldn't get out any faster. She squeezed her chubby body out and starting "talking" to me. Poor thing. I went and laid back down in bed for a couple of minutes and she was all over me. Purring like crazy. "Kissing" me and rubbing all over me. Again, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and told Eugene and he snickered and said, maybe she'll be good at night from now on. Yeah right. And just for the curious minds, I opened the drawer when I got home at 8pm to find some sweats to wear while I was on the treadmill and didn't close it until right before I crawled in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by the time I get home, she has forgotten all about it and loves me again. Linus on the other hand can keep dreaming of her liking him. He is sooooo mean to her. She is use to it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a sunshiny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5148761426702997595?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5148761426702997595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5148761426702997595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5148761426702997595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5148761426702997595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-bad-mother.html' title='I am a bad mother'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1133948475337222986</id><published>2008-09-22T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:01:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SNb5XbSWbQI/AAAAAAAAC-w/MYXXQq9jReE/s1600/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="[NotMeMonday.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat a whole bowl of three cheese trio pasta from Pizza Hut just so I didn't have to share with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take my time on the tread mill last night just so my husband would kick me off. He didn't either so I had to finish my 2 mile walk. Uggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat a chocolate chip granola bar in secrecy just so Linus wouldn't/couldn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just go and get gas for me jeep at lunch time and buy myself a mt. dew even though I shouldn't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not trim Linus' hair a month ago and listen to Eugene say, what happened to your hair. He then turns around and points at me and says, She did it. Leave me hair alone.  ( snicker, snicker )&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at trimming his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not buy a 6 count box of donuts from walmart last monday and finished them tuesday morning. I had to have them gone before I started my diet. Ooops! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not go do the laundry just to get away from the boys and the loudness of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so do not long for another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not hide gummies in my car just so I can have a sweet treat before I pick up Linus and have to chase him around for hours on hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1133948475337222986?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1133948475337222986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1133948475337222986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1133948475337222986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1133948475337222986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-me.html' title='Not me'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SNb5XbSWbQI/AAAAAAAAC-w/MYXXQq9jReE/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-4311418556030131759</id><published>2008-09-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:06:12.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>Nothing new here. I spent the weekend haging out with my son. On saturday, my mother-in-law and I went to the next big town over and shopped at JC Penney's, Joann Fabrics, Furniture store, and Lowe's. It was alot of fun being out of the house. Linus totally embarassed me at JC Penney's. I thought he was just throwing clothes on the ground from the bottom shelf but nooooooooo, he was taking the pants off 3 manequins because "they didn't belong". Oh man. And if you have ever seen Veggie Tales, you know that Larry the Cucumber becomes a super hero named Larry Boy. Well, sitting the the truck with him while Mema went into Lowe's, Linus decided to entertain himself while on my lap. He looked out the window and seen 2 men walking by. He turned and looked at them and said "Hello boys, I'm Larry boy". I never laughed so hard. He is such a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after we had lunch after church, we went back to town and Linus got his 2nd haircut from a salon. He was not impressed at all. He was very upset that she took all his hair away. And when she pulled out the buzzers, he tried getting out if his chair quickly to no avail. We went to Walmart after that looking for black and white stripped material to make him new pants for his Pirate costume for holloween. Didn't find any yet but I plan on going to Ben Franklin's this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting happened around here. Actually, not much ever happens around here that is worth blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-4311418556030131759?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/4311418556030131759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=4311418556030131759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4311418556030131759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4311418556030131759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-605452510990676269</id><published>2008-09-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:08:10.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>Today, my Uncle Dave is turning another year younger. He was always fun to hang out with when I was younger for I am older than his girls and I was spoiled just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Uncle Dave! I pray you have many more happy and healthy birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-605452510990676269?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/605452510990676269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=605452510990676269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/605452510990676269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/605452510990676269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5510975686185786914</id><published>2008-09-12T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:42:37.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy with work lately, that alot of things have been pushed on the back burner. My office's neatness for one. Filing has been denied. Actually, my good friend June did spend a couple of days ( not really sure how many ) sorting my papers and putting them into correct piles by letter. I am so grateful for her helping out that way. I actually need to keep up with it because it can get totally out of control. I believe June filed 2 years of job sheets for me. I know, I'm quite ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should be all caught up with my work before I leave today. And then I can start focusing on getting things looking better. Any suggestions on what you use to help things go smoother and faster? Any suggestions on how I can pawn it off on someone else again? Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5510975686185786914?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5510975686185786914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5510975686185786914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5510975686185786914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5510975686185786914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-101608522685691017</id><published>2008-09-11T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:08:12.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUGENE!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday honey. Finally you are 30. You can't call me your elder for the next 25 days. hehe&lt;br /&gt;You are what I have always dreamed my husband would be like. Well, except for making me scrub the kitchen floor. (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;You are the best father Linus could ever ask for. Not like he had a choice or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, shiver  me timbers, it's your birthday, now go swab the poopdeck. Linus will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avast me hearties, you are 30 and a blessing to have in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly &amp;amp; Linus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( can you tell we love pirates in our home?)     ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-101608522685691017?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/101608522685691017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=101608522685691017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/101608522685691017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/101608522685691017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-eugene.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUGENE!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-4154966040699901227</id><published>2008-09-08T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:47:45.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>This week, my favorite person in the world is turning 30. I can't wait until he turns 30 so he can no longer call me the old one.  ( hehe ).&lt;br /&gt;We will be the same age for less than a month then I will be 30 plus 1. I can't bring myself to type the number together. Or ever say those numbers together. Man, oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 11, 1978, my husband Eugene was born to Eugene and Patricia. He was the first son for them. He was spoiled from the moment he was born. Shoot, he still is. ( wink).&lt;br /&gt;He loved being the only child in the home until Tyler was born just after Christmas 4 years later. He was so mad at the fact the little kid wasn't going anywhere. He didn't like the crying and when he got bigger, he didn't like to share. Still doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;He now is the proud father of our Linus Alexander Euclid and he wouldn't change that for the world. Either would I. Some days I ask myself what I got myself into having a boy but I love watching the play together. They fight like crazy sometimes but that's what happens when you both like to get your way. Eugene teases him sometimes to no end. Linus ends up running to me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to kick soccer balls at home, play baseball in the house, Go for bike rides, go swimming, go fishing, play playdoh, &amp;amp; watch Scruff together. Actually, any movie Linus picks out, will keep his attention for a long time. Bad thing is, he is becoming a couch potato. I hate that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus got a jump-o-lene for his birthday and he loves it but I think he'd rather have a friend to jump with instead of jumping by himself. He knows Mommy and Daddy can't jump with him in it. That would be a site to see. hehe.  I would like to get a tramp-o-lene later on then we all can jump together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene has allowed me to have animals. We had two cats but we now only have one. Esther, the brat. She is the moodiest cat ever. Reminds Eugene of me alot. haha&lt;br /&gt;Our dog Guinness is the coolest dog in the world. She is an Airdale Terrier and something else. She was given to us and she has been such a joy to our home ever since. We both agree that when these animals pass away, that's it. No more animals for us. We like to be gone on the weekends but find it hard with animals to watch all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dear Eugene, I hope your 30th birthday is the best one ever. I hope you get all the cake you want, can spend the day with your family and not have to worry about life even for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!  We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-4154966040699901227?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/4154966040699901227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=4154966040699901227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4154966040699901227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4154966040699901227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3178512358308417525</id><published>2008-09-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:20:19.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I have no immediate plans for a family vacation right now but after working many many hours last week making 53 trophies and 93 plaques among other things, I have been thinking a great deal of some good quality time off. I mean, leaving my home for a weeks vacation. I haven't done that in over 6 years. Sure, I have had a day off hear and there, but nothing else. I seriously need a vacation for my own sanity and for quality time with my "boys". My poor Linus is bacically being raised by his grandparents. My husband works Mon-Fri while I work Mon-Sat. Only 1/2 day on Saturday but still. I try and bring him with me on saturdays but if a customer comes in, he gets crabby and makes the time go alot slower. I have been thinking of going to every other saturday during the winter just so I can spend more time with just him. I can't really complain about Linus being with his grandparents though. At least they are related and love him just as Eugene and I do. My only complaint is that it's not me. I want to be with him ALL the time. I want him all to myself. I was like that when I first had him but then, 8 months later, I had an emergency appendectimy and Mema spent 3 weeks with him during the day while I recovered. Since then, she has kept him as part of her daycare and won't give him up. ( : Don't blame her though. He is very handsome if you ask me. I am very selfish when it comes to my own child. I only let certain people hold him and then, if I did let you, you were not allowed out of my sight as you held him. I battled post partum depression for a long time after he was born. Actually, over 2 years. I finally sought help and I am better. I still do have a fear of someone stealing Linus from me but I guess every parent deals with that. My first sign of post partum was the day I got home from the hospital and I was sitting in my chair at home holding him, my parents were over and my aunt came for a weekend visit but ended up staying 2 weeks. Thanks Aunt Mary. I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I kept looking out the window and then I would look back at the tv and start tearing up. My dad asked if I was ok, and that's when I lost it and became hysterical. He yelled for my mom and she and aunt Mary came running. I told her that I keep waiting for someone to pull in and tell me that Linus wasn't really mine, and that it was all a huge joke. My Mom just held me and reassured me that noone was coming for Linus and he was my baby forever. I guess when you wait so long to have a baby, you just think that when you have one, it was a joke. I sooo wanted a baby from when I first bacame a cousin in 1980. I was 3 1/2 when Martha was born and I instantly knew I wanted my own. I married when I was 20. Eugene didn't want ot have kids right away so we waited for a bit. Actually 6 1/2 years. That was hard for me too.&lt;br /&gt;Linus has been the best blessing I have ever received to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more blessings like him but in due time, it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3178512358308417525?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3178512358308417525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3178512358308417525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3178512358308417525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3178512358308417525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-9161318082926536549</id><published>2008-09-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:43:34.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else feel like Christmas is sneaking up on them? I am so not ready for the white stuff yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-9161318082926536549?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/9161318082926536549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=9161318082926536549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/9161318082926536549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/9161318082926536549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2933245702467251068</id><published>2008-09-02T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:48:31.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!</title><content type='html'>I am still tired. I ended up starting my jeep to go home at 6:11am. I got home before 6:30am and my phone went off at 9:15am from a customer who forgot to pick up his trophy. Nothing new. I didn't leave again until after 12pm. Linus and I went and got groceries and went home, had lunch and ended up taking a 3 hour nap. Good thing my husband was home. ( ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened this weekend. I shared my cold with my husband. He is now whiny and crabby. Men are no fun when they are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2933245702467251068?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2933245702467251068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2933245702467251068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2933245702467251068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2933245702467251068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='WOW!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1452676720215361125</id><published>2008-08-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:32:49.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know where your mother is?</title><content type='html'>I sure do but I can bet you that Linus doesn't. Mema said that he kept looking for me at TaeKwonDo tonight. Poor thing. Makes me really sad that it is 3:30am and I am still at work. I miss snuggling with him at bedtime ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two positive things are... 1) I only have 13 plaques to go and 2 trophy cups. and 2) I got to wish my cousin a happy birthday on facebook before she gets up. Well, before I go to bed at least. She lives in Seattle and I miss her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to go home and curl up in my warm house with my warm jammies and go to sleep. Hopefully I can leave around 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1452676720215361125?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1452676720215361125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1452676720215361125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1452676720215361125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1452676720215361125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-know-where-your-mother-is.html' title='Do you know where your mother is?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6314440835244242399</id><published>2008-08-28T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:24:55.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost done</title><content type='html'>I only have less than 31 plaques to complete but I do have 62 to add a logo to. I also have 9 acrylics to do, 9 small plaques, 4 pilsners, 1 jar, 4 medals, 2) 12x12 plates to enrgave. I do have 3 other 8x10 plaques to do but I need to finish them ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like having work to do but not when I have an emergency root canal or get a cold. The dentist did give me vicodin for the pain and yesterday morning, I took two pills for the pain. Do not, I repeat, do not ever take two vicodin at the same time. I was so loopy all day I asked a friend of mine to send her 14 year old son down to keep me awake and to help out a bit. What a help he was. Today, he helped out more and I got alot more done today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, some things I learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and restful labor day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6314440835244242399?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6314440835244242399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6314440835244242399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6314440835244242399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6314440835244242399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-done.html' title='Almost done'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1266597211998302919</id><published>2008-08-25T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:58:57.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHHH</title><content type='html'>" Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this, my mama said".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was she right. Eugene's car "croaked" this morning. I made it all the way to work but then, it completely died. He had a cracked head and the engine seized up or something. Oh boy. So we are scouting for a newer car. I will miss the old car. She was thie first one Eugene and I bought together. She isn't even 10 but has well over 150,000 miles. Poor thing. We will have to have a driveway side memorial for her. ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interesting talk to come later this week after my 93 plaques are complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1266597211998302919?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1266597211998302919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1266597211998302919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1266597211998302919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1266597211998302919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohhhh.html' title='OHHHH'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8351572847159489617</id><published>2008-08-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:36:26.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, busy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I like being busy. Sometimes not. This is a not time. I have 93 plaques to engrave by next friday the 29th, I have 41 trophies to build ( my father in law was here yesterday and built 17 for a different order), I have trophy plates to make too, I also have 5) 12x12 plates for a lady. Plus a bunch of little brass plates. Man, this stinks being the only one here. My husband is coming in on saturday and he will definately be here next Monday, his scheduled day off. The work load is not hard to do but with 93 wooden plaques to laser engrave, one at a time, is going to drive me bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to blog  more before the week is done but we will see.  ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/06/21/nyregion/beach.span_cityroom.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/06/21/nyregion/beach.span_cityroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where I'd rather be right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8351572847159489617?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8351572847159489617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8351572847159489617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8351572847159489617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8351572847159489617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy.html' title='busy, busy'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1165830310985187646</id><published>2008-08-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:17:51.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray</title><content type='html'>MCKS Mama is at home and enjoying herself with her little ones. Please continue to pray for their family daily until Stellan joins their them, hopefully at the end of October. Woohoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1165830310985187646?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1165830310985187646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1165830310985187646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1165830310985187646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1165830310985187646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/horray.html' title='Horray'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-205307788338912611</id><published>2008-08-08T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:56:59.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up for MCK Mama and baby</title><content type='html'>I am so thrilled to report that MCK Mama and her baby are doing well. Little Stellan's heartbeat is being consistant and making everyone around him very joyous.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep praying for them so the cam return home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-205307788338912611?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/205307788338912611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=205307788338912611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/205307788338912611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/205307788338912611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-looking-up-for-mck-mama-and.html' title='Things are looking up for MCK Mama and baby'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-4179175637977314940</id><published>2008-08-06T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:27:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to win things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Want to win a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleepywrap.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepy Wrap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? Then head on over to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommymandy.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mommymandy.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for your chance to win one these great wraps. The winner will be able to pick the color they like. Babywearing is a great way to bond with your baby and I would love to be entered to win! You can enter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommymandy.com/2008/08/sleepywrap-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This giveaway will end on Aug 15th"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleepywrap.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px; height: 78px;" src="http://www.sleepywrap.com/images/logo.gif" height="77" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-4179175637977314940?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/4179175637977314940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=4179175637977314940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4179175637977314940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4179175637977314940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-to-win-things.html' title='I love to win things'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2942666860392441875</id><published>2008-08-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:05:26.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please keep praying</title><content type='html'>I am asking everyone to keep praying for the MCK's Family. She has been in the hospital for 11 days now and is eager to get home to her other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mycharmingkids.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2942666860392441875?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2942666860392441875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2942666860392441875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2942666860392441875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2942666860392441875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-keep-praying.html' title='Please keep praying'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6508057144170617053</id><published>2008-07-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:32:20.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>Again, I am asking you to continue to pray for my dear blogging friend and her unborn son Stellan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mycharmingkids.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her family needs to feel God's peace through this time in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6508057144170617053?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6508057144170617053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6508057144170617053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6508057144170617053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6508057144170617053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-pray_30.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-4272068875022619112</id><published>2008-07-30T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:59:09.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Caleb!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my nephew Caleb's 7th birthday. I can't even believe he is that old already. Who gave him permission to grow up? It wasn't  me. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CALEB,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-4272068875022619112?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/4272068875022619112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=4272068875022619112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4272068875022619112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4272068875022619112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-caleb.html' title='Happy Birthday Caleb!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3261182670276003914</id><published>2008-07-29T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:42:22.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>My dear friend MCK Mama is in the hospital in regards to her unborn child. She has just heard news that her wee babe might not make it. Please visit her blog and let her know you are praying for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mycharmingkids.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3261182670276003914?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3261182670276003914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3261182670276003914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3261182670276003914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3261182670276003914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3701928307881863797</id><published>2008-07-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:22:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another game to play</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me my favorite breed of dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy guessing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3701928307881863797?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3701928307881863797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3701928307881863797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3701928307881863797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3701928307881863797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-game-to-play.html' title='Another game to play'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7424308106493451319</id><published>2008-07-23T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:21:58.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for another game</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I love games. I hope its not to hard for you. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me my favorite boys name? Favorite girls name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7424308106493451319?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7424308106493451319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7424308106493451319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7424308106493451319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7424308106493451319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-for-another-game.html' title='It&apos;s time for another game'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3579587382131789046</id><published>2008-07-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:59:31.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always time for a change</title><content type='html'>What a week. It stormed really bad on Tuesday, set up day, Wednesday was blazing hot, thursday was hot but not as bad as the day before. We were told to tear things down and take cover for another big storm coming. It didn't come until around 9pm. We were just leaving for the night. Friday we got downtown and were told our tent blew over and started filling up with water but a bunch of great people helped pick it up before it got bad. The tent ripped in a bunch of places, the frame is bent. Ugggg. Saturday was nice in the morning. The parade started at noon and at around 1:30, we got hit with another huge rainstorm. I was soooo glad that was the end. I had enough of running like crazy, scooping stuff up, drying myself off. And trying to enjoy myself. I did enjoy the Polish or German songs they sang. I'm Polish so the dancing came natural. It was a site to see I'm sure. ( : 2 of my favorite songs I heard over and over and over were "If I had a Million Dollars....." and "She's too Fat for Me". The second sounds bad but its a good dancing song. Toe taping too. I must have looked like a huge dork last week but I really didn't care. I was out of the office for a week. I tried to have as much fun as possible. I even got 4 "tattoos". One is of a pirate, another is of feet, another is of turtles around my ankle. The last one is a vine crawling up my leg. I'm am too much of a chicken to get a real one so I get airbrushed every year. They last a couple of weeks. Enough for me. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change the look of my blog again. I hope my reader(s) are still reading. I am going to have another contest starting tomorrow. So I hope everyone comes back to read more about me and my family now that I am not so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3579587382131789046?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3579587382131789046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3579587382131789046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3579587382131789046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3579587382131789046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-always-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s always time for a change'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8046729100051570766</id><published>2008-07-10T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:07:26.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again........</title><content type='html'>It's Alpenfest time again. It's starts next Tuesday evening so I won't be around at all until the following Monday the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;I like Alpenfest but I like being outside enjoying my Auny Mary's company alot better. The worst thing is being away from Linus. He goes to Grandma's at 9:30am and we don't pick him up until 9:15-9:30pm. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mary is bringing her own jewelry to sell and blankets she has made. We have 2 of her blankets in our home. We fight over them all the time. Linus has 2 of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully I can get back to regular reading/posting real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany and MCK Mama, don't let too much happen while I'm gone ok!  ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8046729100051570766?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8046729100051570766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8046729100051570766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8046729100051570766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8046729100051570766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again........'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6493566359991321323</id><published>2008-06-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:15:34.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crazy week</title><content type='html'>This week sure has been very crazy for my home. Tuesday night, when I went to pick up Linus from his mema and papa's house, he decided to play for a while with his papa so I plopped myself ina chair and watched him and Eugene's mom plant flowers. Linus kept changing things to do like for example: he rode his bike, played frisbies, rode his john deere tractor, helped carry flowers, etc.  Meanwhile, my dog was runnnig through the yard chasing chipmunks. Poor chipmunks. I finally convinced Linus is was time to go and offf we went to get in the Jeep. I got him strapped in, got my flowers in the front seat, and started yelling for Guinness to join us. She didn't come but thats nothing new. I called for her a second time and finaaly she came. W-A-L-K-I-N-G like a turtle which is so much NOT like her. She runs all the time, leaps, and just has a ball there. I finally got her inthe Jeep. Got home and let her out and she was still slow moving. I opened the house door and asked Eugene to check her feet to see if she hurt herself. He didn't see anything but knowing him, I had to check for myself. I know, its bad not trusting anyone. I had her lay on the kitchen fllor and I checked her feet. Nothing. I ran my hand up along her stomach and thats when I ran into it. Blood. She has blood just behind her left front leg. I hurried Eugene over to help check her out and he tried to buzz the hair around her and decided to just use scissors. That is when he said, Kelly, there is something stuck in there. OH MAN! I jumped up off the floor and called the vet. She called back within a matter of minutes. We, I mean I, decided that she should go in right away. We got there at 8:30pm. Dr. H____ got Guinness for surgery and said she'd call within an hour with results. I had a major meltdown when I got home.  She called at 10:10pm. She found a 6 inch stick stuck in her and it had fractured her sternum. Poor dog. She has always been a leaper and that is just what she did to hurt herself. I picked her up yesterday morning at 9:30am. She was soooo glad to go home. She has to drain tubes in her to help heal her faster and without getting an infection. I called Eugene right away and told him the total. $458.60. Thank goodness our vet offered us a credit card type of card to use for payment. You just have to agree to pay within 1 year with no interest. Sign me up I said.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I called Eugene's Mom to let her know and she told me that Linus was running a temperature. She called back within 3 minutes and told me it was 101.5. Oh great. I called Eugene back and told him the situation and we agreed I should just go home for the day and leave my cell number on the door and answering machine for our business. When I got out to memas house, he was burning up even more. Poor boy. We went home and I gave him some tylenol with codeine. He turned around a threw it back up. I waited for 20 minutes and gave him some motrin. That too came back out. I quit at that point and just made him lay down and take a nap. Within a matter of an hour. He was his old self again. But within two hours, the fever spiked again and by the time 8:30 came around, it was up to 103. Crap! I called Eugene and begged him to come home now and he was already planning on coming. He helped with Linus until late. He even let Linus sleep in the living room by him. I believe his fever broke sometime early this morning because he climbed in my bed and when I got out to get ready for work, Eugene's pillow was soaked. I called home a couple of hours ago and he said that his fever was up to 101 again. oh man. What to do, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need everyones prayers for Guinness and Linus to get better and stay well. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6493566359991321323?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6493566359991321323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6493566359991321323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6493566359991321323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6493566359991321323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-crazy-week.html' title='What a crazy week'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2047461821842371776</id><published>2008-06-24T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:47:08.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, he is now a student</title><content type='html'>Linus that is. He started Tae Kwon Do and last night was his first class. There were 3 other kids there but only one participated the entire time besides him. I can't tell you how proud Eugene and I are of him. He listens well for 3 and he does exactly what Tyler shows him to do. And to brag a bit, he looks darn cute in a gee uniform. I was the proudest mama there. I still can't believe he is old enough to join a class. He is the youngest one there. The rest of the kids are from 4-8 years of age. Judy wants Abby to join but she had a bad day yesterday after she went to the dentist so their family just skipped that night and they will be there next Monday for the fun, fun, fun. Linus will go every Monday and Friday with his Mema and Papa. The class is only 1/2 hour long but that's enough for their attention span. I honestly can't wait for Friday to watch him again. And to brag about my husband a bit, he is a fantastic photographer and his brother wants him to take a bunch of pictures next Monday so they can start on their brochure and start handing them out and get alot more kids to join the class. He is doing it with a beeming heart for his boy. We video taped him and to watch the video will make me teary eyed to see that my "baby" is old enough to join in. It has been his Grandma's dream to get him to join the class but it was entirely up to Linus and he couldn't wait to start. He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;Now if we can only get him to stop kicking the cat, we will be all set. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2047461821842371776?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2047461821842371776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2047461821842371776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2047461821842371776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2047461821842371776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-he-is-now-student.html' title='Well, he is now a student'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-9000630299280698680</id><published>2008-06-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:50:21.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit more information about meme.</title><content type='html'>I found this over at another blog and figured I'd give you the ABC's about me. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 30&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: queen&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: cleaning out the cat pans&lt;br /&gt;D - Dessert you love: cherry blueberry pie. YUM YUM&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: orange juice&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite actor(s): Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: gold&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5' 3"&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play: piano for a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Business Owner ( I make trophies and plaques everyday)&lt;br /&gt;K - Kid(s): Linus&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: Our built home in 1998 with a dog Guinness and a cat Esther&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Claudia&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Toots ( my dad calls me that to this day but he's the only one that does)&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Appendix removed when Linus was 8 months old&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: people who don't know how to drive, talking cashiers ( ugggg)&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote(s) you like: Dreams are the truth of the heart and the reality of the mind. My senior year quote.&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed:left&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: Charles ( Chuck)&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up today: 7:35am&lt;br /&gt;U - Unique habit: ?&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: mushrooms and spinach&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: biting nails&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: none&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: Mexican Casserole, Sour cream enchiladas. I love Mexican!!&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign: don't care ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-9000630299280698680?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/9000630299280698680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=9000630299280698680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/9000630299280698680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/9000630299280698680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-little-bit-more-information-about.html' title='Just a little bit more information about meme.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3129054428038116630</id><published>2008-06-17T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:19:37.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so very sorry</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy at work lately that I haven't had much of a chance to update my blog. It has been nuts here for almost a month. Good crazy but still crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report. Eugene and I have been seriously talking about dieting again. He and I struggle with it all the time but we know it's best for Linus in the long run. He is only 3 and he needs us for years and years and years to come. We need to jump on that wagon ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus is now able to draw a number 4 and a coupld of letters but I can't remember the letters right now. He is learning so much from being with Mema all day in her daycare.&lt;br /&gt;Linus is severly allergic to mosquito bites and whenver he gets bit, he swells up really bad. Last night he was outside with his Daddy at either Home or Mema and Papa's and was bitten on his leg twice within an inch or two of each other. He was scratching them like crazy last night and again this morning. I told him to wait a minute and that I would put cream on them from the doctor. He looked at me and said very seriously, "Those skeeters need to bother someone else". That was the funniest thing I have heard in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how the weather had been for you where you live but it has been raining for too long here. It needs to warm up more so kids can go outside and get rid of the couped up energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better continue working on more projects. I promise mot to stay away for very long anymore. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3129054428038116630?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3129054428038116630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3129054428038116630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3129054428038116630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3129054428038116630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-very-sorry.html' title='I am so very sorry'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1574793789916060877</id><published>2008-06-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:54:18.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work</title><content type='html'>All I ever do lately is work. It's crazy. Sometimes all I want to do is quit my job but then I'd make alot of people mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a yard sale this weekend. I'm getting rid of some of Linus' toys that he has not played with in a long time. I even have some clothes of his and some of my summer dresses. I love to garage/yard sale all summer long but I need to host my own this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new around here. Eugene's dad just got home yesterday from the U.P. and he's going back in less than 2 weeks for another 9 days. Linus has a hard time without his Papa. He loves his Papa dearly. He will even tell Papa that he is his best friend in the whole world. Cute Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better continue to work. I just needed to check in and let you know where I have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1574793789916060877?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1574793789916060877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1574793789916060877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1574793789916060877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1574793789916060877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7560969733600585143</id><published>2008-05-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:47:11.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, my husband and I celebrate 10 years of marriage. WOW! I can't believe it has been 10 years already. Sometimes it feels like longer but really, I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at church when we were 13 and 14. We started dating in March of 1997. We got engaged in August of 1997 and we already knew what day we were going to marry on. It was a surprise to my mom. They (our church) video taped her reaction when they told her we got engaged and that the wedding date was already chosen. We married on May 23, 1998 on a beautiful day. It wasn't too hot or too cold. I just recently watched our wedding video and it makes me laugh now. I was terrified to stand in front of over 100 people. Eugene was all smiles. Not me, I had the look of terror on my face. Like I said, funny now, not then. One thing I stand to be proud of is that we waited for our wedding night to give ourselves to each other. I was in no way shape or form a floosy in school. I'm still proud of that. I was ready some where recently that only like 2% of the married couples now wait until the wedding night to loose their virginity. I am sooooo proud to be in that low percentage. ( :  My husband jokes and says that he's embarassed about it. Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned on having children 1 year after we got married but it just didn't work out that way. We got busy with our jobs and then planned on waiting a little longer. 6 1/2 years later, we got pregnant with our pride and joy Linus. I think about it sometimes that we should not have waited that long but I firmly believe that Linus came in God's timing not ours. I still would like to add another joy to our lives but my husband has other feelings. I hope to get him to agree with me sometime soon. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene,&lt;br /&gt;You are the light of my life. We may not always agree but we always agree to disagree. My life is so much more meaningfull now that you are in my life. Linus is probably the proudest thing I have ever made with you. He is sooooo beautiful. Thank you for him. Without you, I would have noone to watch sappy movies with. ( I know you hate it but you watch it with out complaining to much). I honestly can't see myself with anyone else but you. I thank God for you everyday for without Him, We wouldn't be where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7560969733600585143?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7560969733600585143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7560969733600585143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7560969733600585143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7560969733600585143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5288136004665024657</id><published>2008-05-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:40:33.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still bad</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I have been really busy at work still. And I got a new dresser from my brother and sister in law for my 10th anniversary coming up. It's beautiful. And it doesn't look like a 10 year old lives in there anymore. Right now I'm in the middle of cleaning my room still, getting rid of stuff I haven't used in a long time. I have been throwing alot of stuff away too. I can't believe I still have stuff that I had 10 years ago when we got married. How embarassing. So, the past couple of nights I have been sleeping with Linus in his single waterbed. It's uncomfortable at times. I'm hoping it's all back together tonight. I have to get some wood screws to fasten the hutch to the dresser. Then I can start decorating like I want and tossing more clothes. Right now, It's a huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still crazy. It's been this way for a couple of weeks now. I like it but not when it all comes in at once. It over whelms me sometimes. I'm hoping to have my list way down before friday. With that said, I better get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5288136004665024657?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5288136004665024657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5288136004665024657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5288136004665024657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5288136004665024657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-still-bad.html' title='I&apos;m still bad'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8662813039844738907</id><published>2008-05-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:57:16.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5 o'clock somewhere</title><content type='html'>Thanks goodness because I need a power nap. Yesterday after work, I picked up Abby and we went and picked up Linus and they played outside for about 2 hours chasing each other, playing with Linus' bubble blowing lawn mower, chasing birds, coloring outside, blowing bubbles. Inside they played in Linus kitchen, playdoh, tackled each other. When Aunt June picked her up at around 8:30, I was pooped and they both pouted and didn't want each other to leave. Linus woke up this morning asking me why Abby didn't sleep with him. Judy didn't laugh ( hehe). When they tackled each other in the house on Linus' deflaited bounce room, I told Linus to get off of Abby's back and she said, but I like Linus on me. Too funny. Again, Judy didn't laugh but she did say that they can't have anymore play dates ( joking). All in all, they had a blast hanging out with each other and we are planning another play date real soon. But next time, it will be at Judy's house cuz she has alot more toys in her yard than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan play dates for your child(ren)? They will love you for it if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8662813039844738907?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8662813039844738907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8662813039844738907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8662813039844738907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8662813039844738907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-5-oclock-somewhere.html' title='It&apos;s 5 o&apos;clock somewhere'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7953808804339416855</id><published>2008-05-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:21:29.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad</title><content type='html'>Things have been crazy around here lately. I have been making plaques and trophies like there is no tomorrow. And the orders haven't stopped. It's a good thing. No, I'm not complaining but just letting you know my where abouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus is having a ball playing outside. We used the money from Eugene's grandma and from the video we took back from Jeff and Laura to get Linus this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://discovertechnology.com/Items/48268.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://discovertechnology.com/Items/48268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves it but we took it down the next day because we were afraid it would blow away if we weren't home. His new best friend Avery came over on Sunday and jumped with him and helped bring out all of his outdoor toys. His room looks much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of exciting toys to your kids play with in the spring/summer time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7953808804339416855?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7953808804339416855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7953808804339416855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7953808804339416855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7953808804339416855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-bad.html' title='I&apos;m bad'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1221127730161463107</id><published>2008-04-25T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:46:40.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out, come out, where ever you are</title><content type='html'>I know more people read my blog than just sweet Amy. So come on, delurk yourselves and lets all get to know each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1221127730161463107?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1221127730161463107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1221127730161463107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1221127730161463107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1221127730161463107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-out-come-out-where-ever-you-are.html' title='Come out, come out, where ever you are'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3159859924068674171</id><published>2008-04-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:10:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but I truly cherish my friends. I am trying to instill that into Linus. We had dinner over at a friends house on sunday evening and Linus and Avery were inseperable. It was so cute to watch as they followed each other everywhere in the yard and in the house. They are 6 month apart but Avery is very tall and oh so very sweet. Laura, Avery's mom, sent me a couple of pictures of the kids from that evening and I am so impressed at how they came out. Of course, when you take a picture or 2 of cute kids, they always turn out. If I could ever figure out how to load one or both on this dumb computer, I'd show you just how cute they are. Jeff and Eugene hung out outside with Avery and Linus while Laura and I were inside getting dinner ready and playing with and feeding Ashlyn. Oh man, friends are the best to hang out with. We had so much fun. Even with having busy lives, I always try my hardest to hang out with those I cherish. Well, after last weekend, I am starting right now to be a little less busy and to lend a hand or 2 to my friends when they need me. Or when ever they need to escape for a bit. Laura is a stay at home mom and the lady is always busy with her girls. I decided that her and I need a night away with just the 2 of us to do whatever we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't feel sorry for Judy, she and I are going to a Mom to Mom's sale this weekend and we plan on shopping for her 4 younger kids plus my Linus. It will be fun and a little bit stressful as you "battle" others for the best stuff. I did it before when Linus was a baby and man, are those women a little scary at times. Oh well, I'm up for it. Besides, like I said before, anytime spent with friends is a time I will cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cherish your friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3159859924068674171?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3159859924068674171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3159859924068674171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3159859924068674171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3159859924068674171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1683865347932520203</id><published>2008-04-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:36:39.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Judy!</title><content type='html'>Here we go again....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday my bestest friend Judy, Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to sing it without proper english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fantastic day. You are the friend I prayed for for a long time. God does answer prayers.  Thanks for everything. Your patience with your children is admirable to watch. May you have a peace today and that everything you do today be pleasing to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1683865347932520203?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1683865347932520203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1683865347932520203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1683865347932520203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1683865347932520203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-judy.html' title='Happy Birthday Judy!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3118377373856204335</id><published>2008-04-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:22:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Today is my mother in laws birthday. So here is a song for her from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahemmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Mom errrr Mema, Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing that song alot in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the best for you Mom. Enjoy your day chasing my "baby" around. He will keep you young  at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3118377373856204335?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3118377373856204335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3118377373856204335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3118377373856204335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3118377373856204335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3803574982412937537</id><published>2008-04-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:02:19.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here</title><content type='html'>Linus' uncle Tyler and Papa put his tractor together last night and now he just has to wait until this afternoon to ride on it outside. The boy is on cloud 9. I love seeing him happy.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what the tractor looks like but no, that's not Linus on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/01/63/37/37/0001633737524_215X215.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/01/63/37/37/0001633737524_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sweet looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic day. It's beautiful outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3803574982412937537?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3803574982412937537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3803574982412937537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3803574982412937537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3803574982412937537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-617643640505967192</id><published>2008-04-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:37:01.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me</title><content type='html'>MCK Mama has opened her blog to questions from all that read her blog so I thought I would too and see just how many peopl read my blog and have questions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask away til your heart is content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-617643640505967192?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/617643640505967192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=617643640505967192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/617643640505967192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/617643640505967192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/ask-me.html' title='Ask Me'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-40996624337179503</id><published>2008-04-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:35:20.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel yucky</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt well for the past couple of days. I have sinus drainage, I'm coughing all the time which has led to a sore throat, My head aches. And my body does too. I just want to go to bed and see how long I could stay there. I have been sleeping well for the past 4 nights but man it feels like I'm not sleeping at all. Linus has a runny nose but that's it. He has seasonal allergies so we started him on his Zyrtec last week and the runny nose should stop soon. Speaking of Linus, he called my mom last night and told her very sternly to bring his tractor over. He did get in trouble for speaking to other mema like that. She told him that she will bring it over as soon as she gets a new one that isn't broken. He can't wait to play on his tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Iwill feel better soon but I know it won't happen soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-40996624337179503?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/40996624337179503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=40996624337179503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/40996624337179503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/40996624337179503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-yucky.html' title='I feel yucky'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-265704492712390694</id><published>2008-04-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:37:12.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Blast!</title><content type='html'>Linus' birthday party on saturday was awesome. We had family and friends gather to celebrate Linus' 3rd birthday. Not everyone we invited showed up but I always believe those who were suppose to be there were. He got movies, clothes, toothbrushes, a picnic table, a bouncy ball for him to bounce on, a Diego trike, a simon says sit-n-spin, a remote controlled jeep, and the biggest gift was from my parents and Eugene's and that was a outdoor John Deere tractor with a working scoop and a trailor. He was so excited to see it but when they started putting things together, Tyler and my Dad noticed that the wheel was broke where it connected to the frame. Linus was bummed but the other presents got his attention so he wasn't upset. He keeps telling me that Other Mema and Other Papa need to get him a new "skid steer". I really don't know why he doesn't just say tractor. Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;We played fill in the blanks with parents help for the song Frosty the Snowman. We also played stick the nose on frosty, and just for fun, we played a rubber chicken toss game. We had 3 winners. Woohoo. My dad took it upon himself to put all his toys together for Linus. After we opened gifts, we all went into the kitchen and had yummy yummy cake in the shape of a snowman. Alot of people left around 3:15 but others stayed until almost 5pm. After that, we took all the decorations down, cleaned the living room and then we put all the daycare toys back. With all 5 of us working, we got it done in no time. And then we were so exhausted we decided to go to town to get Subway and then Pat and I got KFC. It was very yummy. When we got home, John was there and Linus was showing me the present from John. He got him a Rescue Boat. He loves it. He even told "Uncle" John that he loves him. Shocking since he doesn't say that to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, we took Linus over to his parents house to go sking. Oh yeah, Eugene and I got him some used skies for his birthday from where Eugene works. He loved sking in Mema's yard. Linus told Uncle Tyler, when he crashed into him and Tyler caught him, that he loves him. Isn't he sweet? He didn't want to stop except his fingers and butt were cold. We went inside to warm up and then we ended up sticking around and cleaning the kitchen and enjoying Mema's food. She is an awesome cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home around 9 and watched Ice Age and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus information: Linus has slept in his own bed for the past 2 nights without waking up at all in the middle of the night. He comes into our room around 7:30am and says its not dark out anymore, get up. He's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic day. I hear it's suppose to warm up around here. Praise Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-265704492712390694?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/265704492712390694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=265704492712390694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/265704492712390694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/265704492712390694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-blast.html' title='What a Blast!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6456014975064147174</id><published>2008-04-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:36:25.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINUS!</title><content type='html'>Today, my baby is three. He was born at 12:43am. He woke me up at 1:20 this morning crawling into my bed so I sang to him happy birthday. He kept telling me that his birthday is in a couple days. I assured him that it was indeed today. Before we left home, his daddy and I sang happy birthday to him one more time and he ended it by saying " thanks, goodbye". Goofy boy of mine.&lt;br /&gt;The grandparents are coming over tonight for pizza, cupcakes and ice cream. I always have to have one day with just the 7 of us ( 8 if Tyler comes over ). He loves it too. He knows he is loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus,&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW DEAR HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR LINUS ALEXANDER EUCLID, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all you birthday dreams and wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;We Forever Love You Our Pride and Joy, Our Son,&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinness and Esther too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6456014975064147174?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6456014975064147174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6456014975064147174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6456014975064147174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6456014975064147174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-linus.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINUS!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6202525332693197602</id><published>2008-04-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:53:01.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size: 14px;"&gt;Grab this flashy breed badge&lt;br /&gt;for your blog or profile page.&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;img src="http://files.dogster.com/images/quizzes/what_dog_breed_are_you/badge_bulldog.png" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6202525332693197602?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6202525332693197602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6202525332693197602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6202525332693197602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6202525332693197602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-about-you.html' title='how about you?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7464606893891388524</id><published>2008-04-07T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:44:16.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, my baby will turn 3. Actually, he will be 3 at 12:43am. I am so sad to see him grow up so fast but I am excited to see him grow in the Lord and serve Jesus with his whole heart. Yesterday at church, while we were in the nursery, he chose to pray for the "offering" and then he wanted to pray for the snack he brought to share for his birthday. We stopped at walmart on the way through town and he bought care bear gummies. I asked all the other kids if they wanted to pray and they all kept saying, No, Linus do it. He was willing too. It just melts my heart to hear him pray for things. Last night at around 6pm, I was hit with an instant headache that took me down for 1 hour and a 1/2. I slept on the couch for a bit and Linus heard me and asked me why I was sick. I told him that my head hurt and he came over and kissed it and said, you feel better mommy? I kiss you head and make you all better. Isn't that the sweetest thing you have ever heard? Then he had to hug me and say I Love You Mommy. I want him to say that all the time. He is such a sweet, caring, loving, active, busy, loveable 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus,&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about you turning 3. I will always treasure the infant stage of your life but this stage is so fun. You have taught me so much. Like, playing outside is more fun than doing laundry or doing dishes. You have brought sunshine to my life as well as your dad's. We have so much fun talking to you because you amaze us with the knowledge you have.  Please don't grow up to fast. Remember that Mom and Dad are sometimes fun to hang out with. And always give Jesus your praises everyday. He will bless you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Everlasting Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7464606893891388524?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7464606893891388524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7464606893891388524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7464606893891388524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7464606893891388524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-359879748389545212</id><published>2008-04-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:57:10.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I have a confession......................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sharing Linus' bed with him for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason:&lt;br /&gt;Linus hates being alone. He has to know and be with Eugene and I at all times. If we go down stairs without him, he has a major melt down and cries really hard until you return to reassure him you didn't leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I took his crib apart and moved his dad's old super single water bed into his room. And since he always ends up in our room at night, I figured that one of us can always sleep with him at night. We take turns but mostly it's me that shares the bed with him. We both get sleep and it's always nice snuggling with you baby in the morning. But lately, he wants Daddy only. Fine with me. That way, I can sleep in my bed alone with the dog and cat without having to wake Eugene up to get the covers back. That's happened twice since we've been married. Usually I am the cover hog. And bedsides, it gives them to bond and giggle. Eugene just made up a story about a purple monkey on a quest to see the yellow crocodile. Great story too. And Linus loves the fact that it's not coming from a book for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to get your kids to sleep in their rooms at night? Have you ever made up a story that you repeat? Isn't being a Mother so rewarding? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a glorious weekend and go enjoy the sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-359879748389545212?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/359879748389545212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=359879748389545212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/359879748389545212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/359879748389545212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-665444599646393482</id><published>2008-04-03T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:25:33.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>In just 5 short days, my baby will be turning 3. I can not believe it. It still seems as if I just had him. Last night as I was laying next to him in his bed, I was trying to remember what life was like without him. I honestly can't remember. He has made my life so much more meaningfull. He brings joy to our hearts, makes our pockets and purses lighter too. He loves coins, but that's a whole other post.  Almost every morning when he wakes up, I sing "you are my sunshine" to him. He always says, I'm not sunshine, I Linus. His new favorite thing to do with me or just about anyone is to sing. He was here with me at my office last saturday and I taught him the song I learned in Sunday School. Sing with me now.................&lt;br /&gt;"I may never march in the infantry, ride in the calvary, shoot the artillery, I may never fly over the enemy but I'm in the Lord's army, Yes Sir. I'm in the Lord's army, Yes Sir, I'm in the Lord's army, Yes Sir. I may never march in the infantry, ride in the calvary, shoot the artillery, I may never fly over the enemy but I'm in the Lord's army, Yes Sir"!!!&lt;br /&gt;He loves saluting and saying Yes Sir!!! His Papa taught him how to salute a long time ago and now he just giggles when we sing that song and can't wait to get to that part. Yes, we do the motions to the song as we sing it.&lt;br /&gt;We also sing " You are my Sunshine", "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", and "Old McDonald had a farm". We sing alot of songs but those are the ones we sang on saturday. Oh yeah, we sang " Itsy Bitsy Spider" too.&lt;br /&gt;I think anytime singing with your child or children shows them that you love them and you don't care how goofy you look. Any quality time is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus,&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you'll never know dear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.&lt;br /&gt;You have made me the mother I am. You bring joy to my heart everyday. You remind me that it's ok to be silly and to just relax. I hope the next 80 years brings us closer and that we can always nap together.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Forever my Precious,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;( or as he calls me Kelly Marie )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-665444599646393482?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/665444599646393482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=665444599646393482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/665444599646393482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/665444599646393482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-5202956156044161756</id><published>2008-03-31T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:07:38.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She's Off ( Well Almost)</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow my mother travels to Florida for my cousins wedding in Ft. Lauderdale. She's getting married on saturday at 10:30 am and she and her new husband will travel on a cruise ship for a week. Last year, Martha and Mike moved to Washington. I so wish I could see her more but we do email each other and talk on the phone frequently. She is going to be 26 this year. I can't believe how "old" we are getting. Just joking. Our moms are sisters. My mom is the middle girl and her mom is the baby girl. They are very close.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been waiting to go to Florida for a long time now. She loves to travel but she loves her family more. My moms older sister and her husband will meet her their and Martha's parents are driving down. I'd like to see a picture of all 3 sisters together in their beautiful dresses. I have been wondering for a while now how my aunt and uncle handle their first born getting married. I wish I could go but no such luck. Eugene is going to a Detroit Tiger's game on friday so I have to be home to hang with Linus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can, I'd like to ask my readers to keep my mom and family in your prayers as they travel to Florida for Martha and Mike's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Have a fantastic day. It's not snowing here but their is rain. I can handle rain. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-5202956156044161756?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/5202956156044161756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=5202956156044161756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5202956156044161756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/5202956156044161756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-shes-off-well-almost.html' title='And She&apos;s Off ( Well Almost)'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3187776033832815295</id><published>2008-03-28T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:01:21.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Orangemomma to do a 6 word memoir of myself&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;           - LOUD&lt;br /&gt;           - STRONG-WILLED&lt;br /&gt;           -LAZY ( sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;           - GENEROUS&lt;br /&gt;          - HUGABLE&lt;br /&gt;           - SHOP-AHOLIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write your own six word memoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;4. Tag five more blogs with links &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;5. Remember to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nittygritty&lt;br /&gt;-Jennisa ( Princess Diaries )&lt;br /&gt;-lathan, lauren and logan's mommy&lt;br /&gt;-MCK Mama&lt;br /&gt;-Elisha&lt;br /&gt;-Mom of three girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3187776033832815295?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3187776033832815295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3187776033832815295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3187776033832815295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3187776033832815295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3896636771423187765</id><published>2008-03-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:55:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I can not believe March is almost over. It really does feel like it just began. And here we are on the 27th of March. April will be here in a flash. I know alot of birthday's in April. I already wrote out my birthday cards for April though. Well, except for one man at church named Clarence. Linus loves that guy. Clarence plays the bass guitar and Linus loves guitars. So we better make sure we don't forget to send him a card too. The only thing is is that I don't have all the birthday gifts wrapped. My mom and mother-in-law are all set except for wrapping. Linus still has to be wrapped, I only have one small thing for Judy right now. Plus you know, mother's day is in May so I have to get those cards ready as well. I am always early at getting my cards done. I get all of them out by the 1st of the month even if your birthday isn't until the end. I don't want to forget to mail it later. My mom says that the card sending and gift giving must have skipped her. She never remembers to send cards. That reminds me, I need to send her a list of birthdays so she knows them. She has an aweful memory. I think it makes people's day when you remember them on their special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is starting to melt here. Finally. I can't wait until we are able to play outside again without getting all bundled up. Right now, I have a driveway full of mud. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3896636771423187765?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3896636771423187765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3896636771423187765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3896636771423187765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3896636771423187765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8168308120997437821</id><published>2008-03-24T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:43:57.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Candy</title><content type='html'>I was wondering, did you child(ren) get as much junk food as mine did? He got enough to fill a basket with just candy. I did buy my husband a couple of little things and myself 1 thing but the rest is Linus'. I quickly stored some of it so he doesn't think he needs to eat all of eat anytime soon. It's sad but he would rather eat junk all day long and skip the good for you food. I have been trying my hardest to steer him from it but Easter didn't help. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8168308120997437821?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8168308120997437821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8168308120997437821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8168308120997437821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8168308120997437821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-candy.html' title='Easter Candy'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1400762325760338376</id><published>2008-03-20T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:23:43.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>May God shine His Grace and Love down on you this Easter Sunday. And may you remember the reason for this holiday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He is Risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hallelujah! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you at Easter time and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1400762325760338376?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1400762325760338376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1400762325760338376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1400762325760338376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1400762325760338376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-7173656345374740443</id><published>2008-03-18T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:17:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And He's Off</title><content type='html'>My husband left this morning at 4am for the airport which is 1 hour away from our home. He is flying to Chicago then to Seattle. And he might have to stay an extra day. I sure hope not cuz I need him home with Linus and I.&lt;br /&gt;Linus woke up and asked where Daddy was and I told him that he was in an airplane flying far away for work. He then asked to go to his mema's and papa's house so he can eat breakfast on his airplane downstairs. That boy is too smart for me sometimes. I told mema what he said and she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, growing up, I always imagined having children. I never really knew what is what like until almost 3 years ago when I became a mom for the first time. I can't even really remember what my life was like before Linus. Well, I do remember getting more sleep but that's about it. ( :&lt;br /&gt;Eugene and I always talked about having kids from the beginning of our relationship. It just didn't happen in my timing. It happened in God's. Man, I am truly blessed with the child I have. I say that all the time but I just sit back sometimes and stand in disbelief of what I have. I have a healthy child, A wonderful husband and we both have jobs that are somewhat secure. What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name your blessings as we come upon Easter time? I for one am truly blessed to be able to call upon the name of Lord. He is my rock in hard times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-7173656345374740443?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/7173656345374740443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=7173656345374740443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7173656345374740443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/7173656345374740443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-hes-off.html' title='And He&apos;s Off'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3914358025678600600</id><published>2008-03-17T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:32:01.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours</title><content type='html'>In a little more than 12 hours, My husband will leave for Washington State until Friday. Man, I am not looking forward to it either ) : I don't think Friday can come any faster either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Linus now sleeps in his dad's old super single water bed. He likes it but still likes to crawl out around 5 am and come sleep and snuggle with me. He is such a momma's boy. Just don't tell his dad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone! May you all celebrate the true reason for this season. Jesus is still alive and seated on the throne! Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3914358025678600600?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3914358025678600600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3914358025678600600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3914358025678600600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3914358025678600600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/hours.html' title='Hours'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1816542040414938244</id><published>2008-03-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:14:22.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>When Eugene started working for a company over 8 years ago, his first position was traveling. He was gone for 5 weeks in a row. I hated it. And he knew it. When they asked him to go again, he said if I say yes, I may come home to divorce papers. No joke. It was horrible being alone. Well, back in Oct, he started working for a different company and they asked if he would ever be willing to travel. He said sure and that is where we are today. He leaves next Tuesday morning for three days in Washington State near Seattle. I don't mind him being gone but I am no fan of being alone. I have Linus but he is almost 3 and I worry more when I am home alone. I do have a dog but she is what I call a deep sleeper at night and doesn't hear all the stuff I do.&lt;br /&gt;I think the only plus I see to him being gone is that I can eat out. I love Mexican food and I don't get it when he's home because he'd rather eat at home. I hate cooking. I'd rather have someone else cook for me and then clean up. I know, I may be lazy. I told my Mom this morning and she and I are already making plans to go for dinner. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him when he's gone but at least this time it will only be for a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1816542040414938244?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1816542040414938244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1816542040414938244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1816542040414938244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1816542040414938244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6642877937621950847</id><published>2008-03-11T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:41:23.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Time Again</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well, it seems as if noone reads my blog anymore so I will have another question for you to win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;The gift will come from my shop again. I'm just not sure what it will be yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me my favorite food? Or maybe my favorite dish to eat?&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&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/855438010431001483-6642877937621950847?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6642877937621950847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6642877937621950847' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6642877937621950847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6642877937621950847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz-time-again.html' title='Quiz Time Again'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-4204137295305384624</id><published>2008-03-10T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:42:42.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>when is the cold going to cease? I went and started my Jeep this morning before I left and the jeep's temp said 20 below. WHAT? how can that be? I thought spring was coming. Only 10 days til spring and I am still waking up to frigid temps. Linus isn't to thrilled with the cold temp either. He'd rather wear sandals and a thinner coat. Thinner gloves also. I'd rather not wear a bulky coat or boots. My husband would rather not have to shovel. Oh wait, he doesn't. The guy down the road plows for us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog would love to stay outside and play and my cat would like to lay in an opened window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am sick of this cold stuff and I am ready for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-4204137295305384624?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/4204137295305384624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=4204137295305384624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4204137295305384624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/4204137295305384624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-8223967667868597896</id><published>2008-03-07T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:19:38.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to add lilypie to my computer so everyone can know how many days until Linus' next birthday. See honey, I can do it all by myself. ( ;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-8223967667868597896?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/8223967667868597896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=8223967667868597896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8223967667868597896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/8223967667868597896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6174098926826998116</id><published>2008-03-07T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:57:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere else, but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a soaked diaper smell like cheerios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder. That's the smell I woke up to this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6174098926826998116?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6174098926826998116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6174098926826998116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6174098926826998116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6174098926826998116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2486992120704686795</id><published>2008-03-05T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:56:07.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delivery</title><content type='html'>When I went in to the hospital to have my first child, I was terrified and my Mom knew it so she stayed with me until well after Linus was born. She was awesome. Besides, my brother's wife had 2 kids before me and my mom couldn't tell her what to do. Only me. ( :&lt;br /&gt;I planned on having Linus naturally but that didn't happen. After the doctor broke my water at 8am ish, I quickly dialated to 8 but stuck there. They had to give me Potocin to get me up to 10 so I could give birth. Well, that was the worst drug ever. It made me dizzy, the room was always spinning and the nurses nametags were always jumping. LOL. After I finally reached 10, I started to push. It was 10:30pm. I was exhausted. I went in the night before and he stripped my membranes more and I was having small contractions all night long. Enough to keep me awake and be really restless. I went back in at 7 to be induced but didn't have to be....&lt;br /&gt;....... After I started pushing, it felt like I pushed for hours but I know it was more like 1 hour and a 1/2. I told the doctor at around 11:45, that I was done pushing and wanted him to just cut me open and get him out so the pain would stop. Call me a wimp if you want but the pain was horrible. See, I had back labor. It was absolutley horrid. I wanted to just go hide and deal with it without people bugging me. That didn't happen. They wheeled me down to the operating room at around 12. The tried for almost 1/2 hour to do the spinal epaderal (sp), but it didn't work. I had to be completely knocked out for the birth of my first child. I hated it too. I don't remember the first 2 hours after he was born because I wasn't brought out of my "sleep" until after 2am. The funny thing was, my friend Judy and her sister June were calling me all night and they quit after around 8pm. When I got back to my room at 2, I made my mom call Judy and let her know I had him. Judy still thinks its funny that my mom called at 2 to let her know that Linus was here. My mom didn't tell her any information. So the next day, she came up to the hospital to find out all the goodies. Her first goody was Linus filled his diaper for her. His first one. It was tar she said. So funny. I couldn't get out of bed yet and wasn't able to change him. Judy did it because my Mom couldn't figure the diaper out. Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;I know that my next child will be born the same way but at least I will be prepared for it. Besides, I like it when people tell me I'm a wimp. They just have no idea what it's like having your stomach cut open to give life. It was awesome and I still show Linus the scar I got for him. The pain and recovery time was so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2486992120704686795?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2486992120704686795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2486992120704686795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2486992120704686795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2486992120704686795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/delivery.html' title='Delivery'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-2286577643440565274</id><published>2008-03-03T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:48:16.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>I can not believe March 3rd is already here. Where has the time gone? It feels like it's just flown by me without skipping a beat. Linus' birthday will be here before I know it. I am so excited about it. My friend Elayne said that I am the only mother she has met that gets very excited about a child's birthday party. Well, when you waited almost 7 years after getting married to have one, I hope you are excited about them. I'm not excited about my baby growing up but I love having conversations with him. He fascinated me. Yesterday we made daddy banana cream pie for dessert. Linus loved making it. Except he wasn't very good at keeping the vanilla wafers in the pie dish like he was suppose to. He kept taking them out and eating them. The goofy boy. He even helped me make daddy's dinner. It was called a layered taco bake or something. It had torn up corn tortilla pieces on the bottom, a can or chili beans, more corn tortilla pieces, 1 more can of chili beans, enchilada sauce and monterey jack cheese and green onion on the top. I served it with tomato's, lettuce and sour cream. I thought it was very yummy. My husband has been a vegeterian for almost 2 years and cooking for him is hard but his mom got him a vegeterian cook book last year for Christmas so cooking is alot easier now. His favorite thing to eat is black bean burgers. They are easy to make to but I must admit, I have never tried one yet. I'm a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I am going to try something else out of that cookbook. Cooking for him on weekends is alot easier than during the week cuz when he gets home the same time I do, he is starving and its usually something quick like black bean burgers. Plus, Linus gets to help make daddy something and that makes his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you eating for lunch/dinner tonight? No clue in our home. Something good though. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-2286577643440565274?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2286577643440565274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=2286577643440565274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2286577643440565274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/2286577643440565274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-356116682517640839</id><published>2008-02-29T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:47:34.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>I love having pets for Linus to grow up with and play with since he is an only child right now. The sad thing is, when they die, how do you explain it to him. Yesterday, a good friend of the family lost his 11 year old dog. I was telling Linus this morning that Uncle John's dog went to doggy heaven. He said why? Uncle John need dog. We need to get him new dog. John need new dog so he can run real fast. I have no idea what that means but that's what he said. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog is almost 10 years old and she is the best dog I have ever had hands down. She puts up with Linus' mean streaks, puts up with our cat constantly licking her ears. And she puts up with my attitude I get all the time. She was free. She is an Airdale Terrier and something else. She is just the right size pet. Not too small, not huge. He name is, if I haven't said it before, is Guinness Marie. All my pets had to have middle names because they were my babies before I had Linus. I can honestly say that when hwe loose her, I will be a basket case for days and days. I'd like to get another dog before she dies but then I don't want her to think we are replacing her with a younger dog. I work at my office alone 6 days a week and she is here with me to keep me company. I love it. I always feel safer knowing she is here to protect me. Only once has she growled at someone coming in and continued until they left when she knew they made me uncomfortable. She is a fantastic dog. We call her Guinny Pig alot and Linus now thinks she is one when you show him a book with Guinea Pigs. He squeals my ruff ruff. We laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther Ruth on the other hand is a different cat. I got her when she was 7 weeks old. She loved our home the instant she moved in. Her and Guinness are best friends. They snuggle on the couch every night. Esther licks Guinness' ears all the time. I am constantly yelling at her cuz I find it annoying. Not sure about Guinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I had Linus, we had another cat named Sammy James. He was a long hair domestic cat. He was great until we had Linus. He started peeing everywhere. Pooping everywhere. He even sprayed Linus' wall one day. I'm surprised that he lived in my home so long. July of 2007, I couldn't take it anymore. I took him to a local farm vet and asked her to put him to sleep cuz I couldn't give him to anyone knowing he does what he does. She asked if she could keep him as a barn cat. I felt much better. You know, that cat drove me nuts but I balled my eyes out just thinking that I wanted to put him down for being "dirty". I believe he's still alive. I hope he survived the winter there. He was a good boy but Esther hated him and he and Guinness didn't get along. It's kinda like he wasn't meant to be in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with lots of pets but no other will impact me the way Guinness Marie and Esther Ruth have.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they day I lose them, I will be able to get through the days without being a basket case. Because you know, they were my kids before I had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://puppydogweb.com/gallery/airedaleterriers/airedaleterrier_bonsell.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://puppydogweb.com/gallery/airedaleterriers/airedaleterrier_bonsell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.bestfriendsdogrescue.org/images/Priss.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.bestfriendsdogrescue.org/images/Priss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. These are not my animals but they look really close to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-356116682517640839?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/356116682517640839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=356116682517640839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/356116682517640839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/356116682517640839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/02/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-3314105512766786582</id><published>2008-02-27T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:13:50.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>I'm still here. I've been getting alot of stuff done around the office and I've been busy planning my son's 3rd birthday party. I know it's not until April, but I am not a last minute person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later with hopefully interesting stuff to chat about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-3314105512766786582?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/3314105512766786582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=3314105512766786582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3314105512766786582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/3314105512766786582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-1631003580206752488</id><published>2008-02-25T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:15:39.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach</title><content type='html'>Dear Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2 year anniversary since you left many family members and friends to go home with Jesus. I spoke to your Mom yesterday, Well, I speak to her almost every day, and she is still having a hard time without you. She is reliving the final weeks she had with you. It is so sad for me to listen to her without crying out for her. Please send her extra kisses and please ask God to calm her spirit so she can rest. You know I love her and I only ask for the best for her. I just wish all the time that you didn't have to leave so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please continue to move your picture so you Mom knows that you still know where home is. She loves it. Even though she complains. She loves knowing that you can still make her laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-1631003580206752488?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1631003580206752488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=1631003580206752488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1631003580206752488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/1631003580206752488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/02/zach.html' title='Zach'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855438010431001483.post-6932256817667904094</id><published>2008-02-22T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:19:39.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream vehicle</title><content type='html'>Noone guessed it. So here is a picture for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream vehicle. A GMC Sierra 1500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.pricealease.com/image.php?id=2145” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.pricealease.com/image.php?id=2145" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855438010431001483-6932256817667904094?l=kellybranigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/feeds/6932256817667904094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855438010431001483&amp;postID=6932256817667904094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6932256817667904094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855438010431001483/posts/default/6932256817667904094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellybranigan.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-dream-vehicle.html' title='My dream vehicle'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289514949305707372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
