<?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-8516275062178890475</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:45:28.738-07:00</updated><category term='twins'/><category term='photo&apos;s'/><category term='camera'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='update'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Rockstar Mumma</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life of the Kelly's</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-6975889635715680989</id><published>2010-09-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:51:26.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>long time no post...</title><content type='html'>I guess I have kind of neglected my blog for quite some time, life gets so busy at times everything else gets pushed to the back burner! =(&lt;br /&gt;In the time I have been busy, my boys have been growing like crazy and are the reason I haven't been posting. They demand quite a lot of attention these days, as you could imagine. Trying to find time for even myself has been hard!&lt;br /&gt;They are now 15 months old (well technically tomorrow they will be 15 months old) and are crazy, energetic balls hyper'ness that are the definition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;! They eat anything they can get their hands on, love to climb and vault of high objects, eat and play in the dirt/bugs, and need a nightly bath almost everyday! My life is never a dull moment with these two, haha. But I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my wonderful husband went out and got a new camera for his business, so now I have something to play with! I was bugging him for awhile that I wanted something "better" to take pictures of the boys with, so I am having a lot of fun with this new baby. =) Maybe I will add some of the photo's later. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-6975889635715680989?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/6975889635715680989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/6975889635715680989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/6975889635715680989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post...'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-7254239530559661719</id><published>2009-12-31T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:24:39.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I am picture whore'ing it =)</title><content type='html'>No matter how many pictures I take of my boys in a month, it never seems to be enough pictures! I want to capture EVERYTHING they do. So just a warning, I may have gone a little picture crazy in the last few days... and of course, I just have to share! Most are from Christmas day, some are from the days daddy had off afterwards. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421489028239288034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Szz_jAHhZuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uk8SoBo_vtU/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421488392952562786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Szz--BfXRGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dsDC7CuXAHE/s320/IMG_3953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( of course, the wrapping paper was much more appealing then what was under, the wrapping )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421490241960200690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0ApplIyfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Da6asPR5Ddo/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( Ginger watched over them like a hawk! I think all she really wanted was their paper... ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492990044906930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0DJm_lpbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mLSFldFXjkY/s320/IMG_3948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( Then she found this, but never once tried to grab it, smart dog! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491389359795906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0Bsb-hLsI/AAAAAAAAANA/D1f_rgqiWSg/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( The boys even got Ginger kisses! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492283654971474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0CgffGoFI/AAAAAAAAANI/7fZY7KJ6Csk/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( Ace kept looking up at me with this blank stare everytime I tried taking a picture. Maybe the flash was blinding him? lol. ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421494047045845666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0EHIoQAqI/AAAAAAAAANY/Sf4zFFrfdwo/s320/IMG_3962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( Ezrah getting some one on one daddy time. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495333175338162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0FR_1apLI/AAAAAAAAANo/O2ark9Tk6j8/s320/IMG_3904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495732020769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0FpNpk82I/AAAAAAAAANw/vyFMWenri38/s320/IMG_3900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421494938812785170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Sz0E7CuDohI/AAAAAAAAANg/s8Kr0Ixtnn8/s320/IMG_3916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( And last but not least, some pictures by the tree before we took it down and hauled it out! They are finally learning to sit up on their own. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the best part of Christmas day was watching them experience new things like the wrapping paper and the tree. And I guess the food was pretty good too. I am just glad that they weren't at the age where they could crawl over and grab the tree without me looking, that I have to look forward to next year! Along with a whole new batch of things they can get into. For now I will just enjoy them being immobile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I guess I should add in a "Happy New Years!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-7254239530559661719?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/7254239530559661719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-am-picture-whoreing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/7254239530559661719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/7254239530559661719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-am-picture-whoreing-it.html' title='Today, I am picture whore&apos;ing it =)'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/Szz_jAHhZuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uk8SoBo_vtU/s72-c/IMG_3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-2692401683866513431</id><published>2009-12-23T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:10:40.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas... Already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning to realize that tomorrow is Christmas Eve day, and I have yet to plan, or buy anything for Christmas dinner. How sad. It seems that Christmas has somehow snuck up on me this year! Oh well, in a few more minutes I shall be trucking out in this horribly cold weather to pick up my mother in law from the airport, and because she is so good at this "holiday thing" I am sure everything should turn out fine. I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we are being pretty low key about Christmas. We weren't even going to get a tree until my mom popped by with a "suprise!" I think it is more for the boys then anybody else, considering it is their first Christmas. The hubs and I decided not to buy for eachother, but I just couldn't resist! I would much rather buy something for someone else then have anything for myself, besides he really needs this gift for his top drawer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, and hoping we don't all go so overboard this year that it is full of stress and family fueds! (Crossing my fingers on that one...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I would say something cheesy like "Jesus is the reason for the season", but I think I'll settle for "Happy Birthday J-rock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418603506768217538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SzK_Li-bBcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TZwQK267rmU/s200/ace%26ez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Here's one from the boys ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-2692401683866513431?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/2692401683866513431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/2692401683866513431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/2692401683866513431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas... Already?!'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SzK_Li-bBcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TZwQK267rmU/s72-c/ace%26ez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-6125277020691632369</id><published>2009-10-31T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:06:43.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not seem like an entire year ago when Joel and I attended Shawn's annual halloween party and I had suspicions that I might be pregnant. First clue, my tummy was bloated and I had a hard time squeezing into my cosutme, haha. A week later I found out that indeed I was preggo! Never would I have thought that I would be dragging around two little boys just to enjoy a night out, haha. But they are pretty cute, so I guess it's worth it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://toons.artie.com/halloween/arg-floating-pumpkin-url.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-6125277020691632369?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/6125277020691632369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/6125277020691632369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/6125277020691632369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-already.html' title='Halloween already?'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-5804196559983359506</id><published>2009-10-11T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:13:23.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the ice =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/StKBb4oELSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wgbSMmWiMPk/s1600-h/10627_151226383670_500868670_2852485_2783007_n.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391514019972787490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/StKBb4oELSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wgbSMmWiMPk/s200/10627_151226383670_500868670_2852485_2783007_n.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/StKBWOKVQtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3EOC57QWrrU/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513922674442962" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/StKBWOKVQtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3EOC57QWrrU/s200/Untitled.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy do I ever miss this sport! Unfortantely, I had to sit out last year due to the fact that I was a wee bit pregnant. Ok, I was a little bit more than a wee bit! So this year, I jumped at the chance to play. Some may think I am crazy to be playing hockey after having twins just 3 months earlier, but how else would I get in shape faster? ( &lt;em&gt;I hate gyms =P&lt;/em&gt; ) And even though I am sore as heck, and having to jump off the ice whenever the babes need some boob juice isn't the greatest, I am more than happy to back to one of my loves in life. ( &lt;strong&gt;Of course now, it'll take backseat to my other 3 loves! ;)&lt;/strong&gt; ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-5804196559983359506?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/5804196559983359506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-on-ice-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/5804196559983359506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/5804196559983359506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-on-ice-d.html' title='Back on the ice =D'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/StKBb4oELSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wgbSMmWiMPk/s72-c/10627_151226383670_500868670_2852485_2783007_n.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-7517476888411430106</id><published>2009-09-13T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:33:02.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE" list</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I seen this list at &lt;a href="http://jennadesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;jennadesigns.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and thought it would be fun to do! It's a list of things you have or have not done in your life. The words that are bold are the thing that you have done. Apparently I have alot of things left to do before I die...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Visited Hawaii &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Been to Disneyland &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Bungee jumped &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Visited Paris &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Adopted a child &lt;em&gt;(one day hopefully! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Hitch hiked &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort (who hasn't as a kid?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Held a lamb &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Been on a cruise &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Seen an Amish community. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (doesn't take much, just enough not to worry)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. Visited Africa ( not yet =( )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. Been in a movie (does the news count?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout cookies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Bounced a check &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Toured the Everglades &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;75. Been fired from a &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. Visited the Vatican &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. Read the entire Bible ( I am ashamed to say no =( )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;86. Visited the White House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. Saved someone’s life &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. Sat on a jury.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Got a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby (two gorgeous baby boys! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;97. Been involved in a lawsuit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;99. Been stung by a bee 100. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day (nope, and probably never will!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-7517476888411430106?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/7517476888411430106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/09/list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/7517476888411430106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/7517476888411430106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/09/list.html' title='&quot;THE&quot; list'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-9131978728750148417</id><published>2009-08-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:25:56.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geminisia; NOUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A state of confusion when having/taking care of twins and being confused who just got a diaper, bottle, etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I'm there. Of all the advice and warnings people gave me while I was pregnant, they forgot to include this little tidbit of information! Having twins is great, I love em to death and wouldn't trade my life for anything, but it is also alot of work. Sometimes to the point where I don't know how I am going to make it through the next 5 minutes little own the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if I will ever have "me time" ever again, but then I look at my gorgeous boys and don't worry about it too much anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;ONE day I will be able to leave my house and socialize with someone other than my boys and hubby, but until that day, poop duty is my calling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368573069452732802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SoEAw0N1aYI/AAAAAAAAALo/DuiD8u6oVu4/s200/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-9131978728750148417?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/9131978728750148417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/08/geminisia-noun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/9131978728750148417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/9131978728750148417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/08/geminisia-noun.html' title='Geminisia; NOUN'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SoEAw0N1aYI/AAAAAAAAALo/DuiD8u6oVu4/s72-c/IMG_2613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275062178890475.post-3133877146682610564</id><published>2009-06-14T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:49:00.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo&apos;s'/><title type='text'>I feel like a dog!</title><content type='html'>A dog who has a massive problem with fleas! My tummy or any other part of my body for that matter, has never been so itchy in my entire life! I knew the stretchies would come, and I expected it to itch. But nothing to this degree. I switched my daily lotion to PALMER'S Tummy Butter, which somewhat helps, but I have to apply it 3 times a day to keep my tummy from drying completley out but it still didn't help with the itch. And then I started using Gold Bond Anti-Itch cream, which I apply 3-4 times a day as well, but with all that lotion all it seems to do is stop my tummy from flaking. It's still incredably itchy! OH the things we do for our children! They better "love me long time". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we had a friend take come photo's for us before the boys decided to arrive and have me all disapointed that we didn't get any belly pictures. Unfortantly we ran out of time and only managed to get a few really great shots, but I am grateful non the less. =) So here are some of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSg_WubI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pao2tAGtnC4/s1600-h/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425641758636466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSg_WubI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pao2tAGtnC4/s200/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSVoZ3GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QyatqUmsadw/s1600-h/B%26W+bellyfaceWM.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425638709582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSVoZ3GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QyatqUmsadw/s200/B%26W+bellyfaceWM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSMKN_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/aY5gS32VjmA/s1600-h/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425636167056674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSMKN_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/aY5gS32VjmA/s200/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfRkJVjGI/AAAAAAAAALA/quWZvWhvR7A/s1600-h/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425625425939554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfRkJVjGI/AAAAAAAAALA/quWZvWhvR7A/s200/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516275062178890475-3133877146682610564?l=rockstarmumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/feeds/3133877146682610564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/3133877146682610564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516275062178890475/posts/default/3133877146682610564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarmumma.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-dog.html' title='I feel like a dog!'/><author><name>Kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036376968577316875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SWg6YoCLurI/AAAAAAAAABI/hpOSFQwQrKc/S220/jenifer+love+heweitt+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1KLYuAA8ns/SjXfSg_WubI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pao2tAGtnC4/s72-c/belly+%40+35+weeks+WM3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
